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Morals of a monster (Choose-your-own-adventure fanfiction)

by wariyoshi

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Prologue: Start your adventure

     Your life flashes before your eyes as a generic handsome hero lifts his sword high above his helmet. Wounded, you lay on the ground, helpless as the hero lops off your head with one clean stroke. He takes it as a trophy to go with all the other beasts he’s killed.

     “Wow, this one is SURE to get Samantha to like me!” he grins as he trots away from your decapitated corpse.

     A few minutes later, you awake in a large, grey cave. A pony at a desk sighs and waves you over.

     “Welcome to the underworld. Name, social rank, and family?” she asks blandly as she sets some paperwork on the desk.

     You answer in an equally bland tone and fill it all out; you’ve done this whole song and dance before…this isn’t the first time that you’ve died to some charming hero.

     She points to a creaky, wooden boat with a hooded pony standing on it, “Talk to Charon over there and tell him you’re not a pony; it’s free passage for all monsters”

     You leave without thanking her, completely bummed out. Again? Killed again!? You curse your incompetence…

     Charon silently paddles the boat down the river. You try to think of where it all went wrong…no, you don’t remember. Whatever.

     He passes up the shores of the underworld where all the regular ponies go and heads off of a large waterfall into a pool of molten magma below. How the wooden boat doesn’t instantly catch fire and sink is beyond you, but you don’t care. Souls of fellow sinners scream in agony as their skin melts off of their bones for the hundredth time today.

     You almost don’t notice when the boat stops next to a large throne with a dark alicorn sitting on it. The grey stallion wears shiny obsidian and gold armor with decorative spikes jutting out at fashionable angles. His massive wings tucked neatly to his sides, he lays in an apparently bored position staring neutrally at you.

     “Well, well, well…what do we have here? How long’s it been…a few decades, right? How’ve you been?” he asks with a light smile.

     You roll your eyes, “I lost my head…both metaphorically and physically”

     A servant brings a large, dark book to the divinity who immediately starts to flip through it, “Ah, right…#3, 046, 735…I’ve never been beheaded, what’s it feel like?”

     “Kind of a like a sharp pain and then…nothing” you answer honestly.

     He raises an eyebrow, “Wow, you’re a bit bland today”

     You sigh, “I just died. Look, can we get on with this? I wanna get my damnation over with”

     He shrugs and looks back to his book, “Alright, then, Spoilsport…let’s see, you ended up causing the death of six ponies and two foals, so by the Celestial sin scale that adds up to…1000 years total”

     You nod, “Alright, I’ll see you then”

     Charon drops you off at the shores and you casually walk into the nearest scorching flame, not even wincing at the all-too-familiar pain.

1000 terrible years later…

     Another day, another little bit of sin off of your debt…how long have you been burning in this fire? You don’t know. You don’t even know if it IS another day…you’ve been trying to count the number of seconds to pass the time, but you lost count when you lost your sanity for the third time.

     Oh well.

     You turn to the soul next to you, who is writhing in pain as scorpions crawl into his body, “Hey, Steve, how are you?”

     “Can’t complain. Yesterday it was bats and today scorpions…glad to see they’re being creative” he cried hysterically.

     “Hm, that’s good,” you scream back through a charred throat, “how’re the wife and kids?”

     He sobbed in pain, “They're okay…I think…actually, I'm not quite sure, I killed them”

     “Oh, right” you tried to chuckle, but you were roaring in pain.

     Before you could speak again, a magical force picked you up and slowly floated you over to a boat above the fire.

     “Oh, my time must be up…see you in a few decades, Steve” you yell to him from above the fire, still fully engulfed in flames.

     “Peace…good luck with your next killings” he choked back.

     You land on the boat next to Charon. He splashes you with water to put out the flames and dusts off all the stubborn rattlesnakes still biting you.

     “1000 years already? You sure you don’t have the wrong soul?” you ask curiously.

     Charon doesn’t respond; he just slowly paddles you down the river back toward the lord of the dead.

     The aforementioned divinity hops up and down on his throne immaturely, “Ooh I have to go to the bathroom! Wait…are there even any bathrooms in Tartarus? Oh, whatever, I can hold it for the rest of eternity I guess. Oh, it’s you again…did you enjoy your torture?”

     You sniff nonchalantly, “It was alright…Steve liked the variety, but meh, I think you need a few new ways to mix it up a bit, maybe 'bathe in a sea of flaming knife-cactus demons'”

     He scribbles in a little notebook and turns back to you, “Noted. Now, as you’ve probably gathered, your sentence is up. Have you given any thought as to which monster you want to reincarnate as?”

     You bite your lip, “Well, actually, I’ve been thinking about that…”

     “Oh?” he inquires curiously, chewing on the end of his quill thoughtfully.

     “Well,” you take a deep breath, “I don’t really want to come back as a monster”

     “Alright then…there are a few jobs here in Tartarus, if you want. I hear the receptionist needs an assistant. We have great dental service too-” he answered naturally.

     You clear your throat as to stop him from continuing, “It’s not that I don’t wanna come back…I wanna come back as a pony”

     He jumps back in shock, spilling his ink the process, “What!? You want to come back as…a pony? Why in the world would you want to do that?”

     “1000 years was enough time for me to think on it, and…I don’t know if I wanna keep being…bad. Bad, mischievous, evil…I don’t know, but if I was a pony and I missed being evil, I’d at least have the OPTION of going back, right?” you chuckle awkwardly and rub the back of your neck

     He sighs and rubs his temples, “Look, #3, 046, 735…I…can’t…at the convention to discuss the construction of everything, all the gods and goddesses agreed on a set bit of rules for the universe. None of us have the power to cross them”

     “Why not? Why can’t monsters be ponies?” you ask defiantly, standing your ground.

     He looks at you sternly, “The soul of a monster is immortal. Ponies have no idea that every time a monster dies, it eventually just reincarnates; they think you just stay dead forever. Now what if a single pony knew that and spread the word…can you imagine the chaos that would ensue? How many ponies would commit crimes in hopes that they would ‘become a monster’ so that they could live forever? No, no, we can’t do that…I’m sorry. It’s out of my hooves, really”

     You look to the deck of the ship and shake your head silently.

     The god pony sits on his throne and thinks for a moment, before coming up with an idea, “…but there IS a loophole, I suppose. You still have to become a monster, of course, but what you choose to do with your life is your own decision. You can still be good…you just have to be a monster, that’s all”

     You stare up at the smiling god. He was right…why didn’t you think of that? Well, to be fair, you were a little occupied with suffering.

     You grin widely, “Wow…this is amazing! I’ll be able to start a new life and everything!”

     “Ponies probably won’t want to associate with conventional monsters, so you probably want to choose a monster that looks like a normal pony…” he offered.

     You stroke your chin…what would suit you best?

Incubus- The incubus is a demon that mates with ponies to feed off of their orgasmic energy. The incubus usually chooses a handsome stallion to change into to attract mates. Combine that with its charming nature, and you have one HUNK of a monster...but that doesn’t mean that it’s toootally heartless. They’re really passionate lovers to those they truly care about…so long as they get some “care” in return…hehe…

If you would like to be an Incubus, click here!

Kitsune- Kitsune are magical fox spirits from Japanese mythology. For every 100 years that a Kitsune lives, it gains another tail. The more tails one has, the wiser and more powerful it is. Once a Kitsune reaches nine tails, it gains near god-like status, but the ones that live to that age are generally mature enough not to use their powers for evil. The Kitsune are generally portrayed as mischievous creatures, which can scale from near-harmless pranks to wicked, unrelenting torture. Should you choose this option, you will be a 400 year old Kitsune with three tails, moderately powerful, but still a long way to go from its ultimate form.

If you would like to be a Kitsune, click here!

Vampony- Vamponies live a relatively solitary life…but they don’t seem to mind. They usually live in large families with zompony servants to care for them. They drink blood for sustenance and can change into a bat to fly and a rat to fit through tight spaces. They prefer to stay out of the sun, but, contrary to popular to belief, don’t completely burn in it…they just feel uncomfortable, or even a little sickly being in it. They have above average strength and agility beyond that of a normal pony, but generally appear slender and lanky in appearance. Normal food does not carry any nutritional value for them, but they occasional eat it because they miss the flavor. Vamponies are immortal unless killed, and there is no known cure.

If you would like to be a vampony, click here!

Changeling- Changelings live together in a massive underground cave with their monarch, Queen Chrysalis. Their roles are interchangeable from worker to soldier to hunter, so they generally switch positions to keep all of their skills sharp. Changelings are all nearly identical to one another and will fiercely defend the hive if it’s attacked.  They can disguise themselves as anypony they please, but need to feed off of love from ponies for food. They can fly and use magic, but generally don't tend to assume leadership roles, as that's not what they're trained for.

If you would like to be a changeling, click here!

Ponywolf- Ponywolves are regular ponies that turn into massive, hungry wolves at night. It’s difficult, but many wolves can curb their hunger and ignore their instincts…or at least bring themselves to a secluded spot in the woods before hunting. Animals can sense who is and who isn’t a pony wolf, but canines and felines are better at it than most others. Ponywolves can talk to animals and don’t need to sleep due to their nighttime transformation, but need to eat meat during the night and regular vegetables during the day. Their one weakness is silver, which burns them to the touch in their wolf form, but does not harm them at all in their normal pony form.

If you would like to be a ponywolf, click here!

Incubus: Start

Author’s note: It's worth mentioning that the incubus is the male counterpart to the succubus. I chose incubus as opposed to succubus because different genders would really mean different stories. The succubus story would probably end up with her being a prostitute or something, because that makes the most sense for a creature that needs to feed off of sex. Overall, I think a handsome, sexy stallion who just so happens to be a demon is a better story than some street corner slut. I apologize to all the pegasisters/female bronies in advance for the lack of a female option.

     It’s not easy to admit, but you finally make your decision, “…I wanna be an incubus”

     The lord of the dead snorts, “That’s going to be…interesting”

     “Yeah…” you rub the back of your neck awkwardly.

     “Well then,”-the lord of the dead claps his hooves together-“I suppose you should get started on your…incubusing, then...that's a fun word...I need to speak with Celestia on adding that to the Equestrian dictionary”

     You clear your throat loudly to get his attention.

     He rolls his eyes, "Fine, fine...let's hope you don't bore those fragile little ponies up there to death, Party-pooper"

     His horn glows a familiar dark green hue, before it explodes into a near-blinding white flash. On your way out, you think you hear him whisper, “Good luck”

     And then darkness. Nothing but darkness. No, wait, you’re just closing your eyes. How do you open those things again? Ah, there we go.

     You take a good look around. You’re sprawled out on a bed in a dark room with two sleeping mares next to you. You smell alcohol on their breath, and they look to be whimpering and squirming in their sleep…nightmares…an unfortunate side-effect of mating with an incubus.

     Hm.

     Whatever, they won’t remember what happened last night anyway.

     Speaking of which, what DID happen last night? You climb out of bed and walk toward the-

     Slap slap slap

     What- oh dear, morning wood...how embarrassing. You exit the room and emerge in a massive mansion-room with sleeping ponies scattered randomly around the floor amongst empty bottles of alcohol. Judging by the DJ stand with an unconscious mare slung over it, you can tell that this was probably a booming party last night.

     You exit the building, unsure of what your plan is at this point. You don’t even know where you are-

     A big, fancy road-sign on the highway near the mansion had “Welcome to Manehattan” sprawled in big letters.

     Looking past the sign you notice a metropolis of some sort that you can only guess is Manehattan.

     Wow, that was strangely convenient…almost as if you were in a story or something.

     As you head down the road, you notice a jingling sound at your side. Looking down, you see a decent-sized bag of bits slung at your hips. You smile and continue on toward the city, thanking yourself for not being completely incompetent.

     Upon entering, you realize that...you really have no objective. What's your goal in this new life of yours?

     “Well…I guess the first step would be to find somewhere to stay, then” you sigh, realizing that that will cost valuable money.

     You see a pony walking down the street, “Excuse me, do you know where I can find somewhere to stay in Manehattan for the night?”

     He raises an eyebrow, “Staying in Manehattan is expensive…the only hotels I can think of charge about 150 bits a night”

     Okey dokee, it looks like hotels aren’t an option. You know that you don't have enough bits for that.

     Well, you could always try living somewhere else...

     “Alright...well, do you know about trains, then?” you catch him as he’s about to walk off.

     He thinks for a moment, then responds, “I think the nearest town is Ponyville, so that’s probably the cheapest”

     “Thanks, any idea where the train station is, by chance?” you respond back and start to walk away.

     He points behind you.

     Turning around, you see a big sign with an arrow that says, “Train station this way”

     You walk up to the nearest booth and see a sign above it, displaying the fares. The stallion from before was right; Ponyville was the cheapest at only 20 bits, which you can easily afford.

     Well, you decide it’s probably best to weigh your options. If you stay in Manehattan and stay on the streets, you can save money. After all, if you get dirty, you can just shape shift into a cleaner pony, so there’s no need for showers. On the other hoof, Ponyville might be a cheaper place to rent an apartment in and find work. The city may be too difficult to work in.

Which will you choose?

Choice:

1. I wanna stay in the city, Baby! Click here.

2. I wanna start my new life in Ponyville! -20 bits Click here

Kitsune: Start

     It takes you a moment or two, but you finally make your decision, “…I wanna be a Kitsune”

     The lord of the dead raises an eyebrow, “A bit oriental, isn’t it?”

     “Don’t be racist” you reply sharply.

     He shrugs and readies his spell, “Suit yourself…”

     His horn glows a familiar dark green hue, before it explodes into a near-blinding white flash. On your way out, you think you hear him whisper, “Good luck”

     You awake in the bed of a morning-sun-lit room.

     Groaning, you slowly roll to your side, slipping off your blankets. Ooh, paws…and tails…three tails. Oh, right, you’re a Kitsune, aren’t you?

     You get up and look out your window. A red sun peaks out over the horizon, almost sternly greeting you as a challenge to start your day.

     You slowly shuffle toward the door…wait, where’s the door? Oh right, the doors slide here…you slide it to the side and make your way down to the kitchen table. Your mother and one of your sisters are already there eating rice.

    “Good morning” your mother smiles warmly.

     Being a nine-tailed Kitsune, she has lived for over a millennia, and as such has developed magical powers beyond your comprehension. Her coat is a bright, beautiful white and the tips of all nine of her tails are light, shining gold. Her kind yet austere face displays the wisdom and experience of divinity itself as she towers over the low table, a little over twice your size.

     “Good morning, Mother” you bow slightly as a sign of respect, which she returns courteously.

     A bowl of rice is already set up for you next to your sister, who is a little over 100 years younger than you, and has only two tails. You sit next to her and begin eating with your chopsticks, which, under normal circumstances, would be rather difficult, but since you’ve been a Kitsune for over 400 years, you can do without thinking.

     Your sister turns to you quickly, “You go out to see the world today, do you not?”

     A good-natured smile forms on your face as your mother frowns in disapproval, “Yes, I will be”

     “Where will you go?” she asks calmly and politely, but with a sharp edge of eagerness in her voice.

     You are about to respond, but you stop; you hadn’t thought about where you wanted to live. Your inability to answer causes your mother to facepaw for a moment, smiling lightly.

     She chuckles at your bewildered expression, “You did not think this through, did you?”

     You shake your head and smile sheepishly, “Not at all, Mother…”

     “I was just like you once,” she commented with a smile, “young and a little naïve…I went to Equestria. I met your father there, long ago…so very long ago…and to this day I still think back on it and laugh. If I had not been so bold, I would never have met my soul mate”

     “Mother? You have been around the world, have you not? Where would you suggest I go?” you ask curiously.

     Your Mother IS the wisest creature you know, after all, so why NOT ask her?

     She smiles warmly, “Your father was from Japan in the human realm, and he always said that it was beautiful…but from my own experience, I can safely say that Equestria is…my favorite place of all of the dimensions”

     You nod confidently, “Equestria it is, then”

     She laughs, then slowly gets up from the table, “I will ready the transportation ritual…meet me at the altar when you finish eating”

     You nod, then quickly finish your rice.

     On your way out, you hear a casual, “Goodbye, brother”

     The Kitsune were a travelling spirit; you never thought much of a Kitsune leaving home, and you did not expect your siblings to, either. Experiencing it now, though, you find it surprisingly depressing to leave the ones you hold dear…but you move on. No turning back now.

     You walk into a golden room with burning incense. Various golden statuettes of divinities and religious figures of all sorts line the walls. The Christian god, Allah, Buddha, Zeus and the other Greek gods, an assortment of every divinity from every religion and, missing from her spot, was Princess Celestia. Your mother had placed the sun goddess’ statuette on the altar, ready for transportation, and was reciting several incantations from a scroll onto it.

     You step on a low, ivory pillar in the center of the room gingerly. Your mother finishes her muttering and the pillar begins to shine and glow. She rolls up the scroll and walks over to you, teary-eyed, and hugs you.

     “I will miss you, young one…stay safe, be good, and embrace your heritage” she sobs as she casts the final spell which, in a flash of light, sends you away.

     When she is sure that you are gone, she walks over to the golden statuette of Celestia and hugs it, “Please watch over him…”

     You look around and notice that it is no longer morning, but the middle of the day, rather. Standing up, you here a soft clank of metal at your side. Looking down, you see a fat bag of bits hanging at your side from a clean, leather belt. Aw, your mother must have give you some money, how cute. Quickly counting your coin, you find that she has given you 100 coins...probably the currency of the land.

100 bits added...

     Almost dead-center in front of you, a little while away, you see a relatively large town. Suddenly, it occurs to you that…you aren’t entirely sure what species dominates this planet. You COULD go into town, but that would risk you getting caught. On the OTHER paw, you could walk through the farmland and try to spot some lowly farmer to determine what species they are…what would be best?

Choice:

1. I'll explore the village. As long as I keep cover, I shouldn't be spotted. Click here

2. It would probably be best if I played it cool, first...I see an apple farm over there, anyways. Click here

Vampony: Start

     After a moment or two of internal debate, you make your decision, and speak up confidently, “…I wanna be a vampony”

     The lord of the dead holds back a giggle, “Well that’s a bit…well…emo, isn’t it?”

     You raise an eyebrow, “and what exactly do you mean by-”

     He claps his hooves together, “Nothing, nothing, NOW. Let’s get on with the blood drinking, shall we?”

     His horn glows a familiar dark green hue, before it explodes into a near-blinding white flash. On your way out, you think you hear him whisper, “Good luck”

     You open your eyes. You’re playing chess with your zompony servant.

     He raises a rotting eyebrow, “Graaah eehhh reh rah?”

     Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t understand the slur of his rotten vocal cords, but you have lived amongst your family’s zompony servants for your entire vampony life and, as such, have been able to understand them, “Are you alright, Sir? You seemed to feint for a minute there”

     You have a splitting headache, so you naturally put a hoof to your he- oh, a horn. You have a horn. You’re a unicorn. A vampony unicorn. That’s useful.

     You blink, then quickly shake your head, “Yes, I’m quite alright, thank you…I just had the weirdest headache”

     “Perhaps you need to hydrate?” he offers, clearly concerned for his master.

     You smile gently, “After this game, Draug”

     Draug has been your personal servant since he was resurrected by your father a little after your 53rd birthday. You wouldn’t consider him a friend…just an acquaintance who will do anything for you whenever you ask him to regardless of the extremity of the request…but not a friend. Certainly not. That's just silly.

     You look down at the board and notice that you have taken almost all of his pieces, but also that he has not taken a single one of yours.

     You facehoof, “Zomponies are terrible at chess…it’s probably because half of your brains have rotted away by now”

     Zomponies don’t really mind insults, and have in the past even SUGGESTED that their owners say bad things to them as a sign of their submission. It’s tragic, so you generally avoid insulting them, but sometimes they’re just ridiculously stupid. One time, Draug was SUPPOSED to scrub the floor with a large, damp sponge, but ended up eating it claiming that "it would have been a tragedy to waste a perfectly good brain"

     Sometimes you think he ate his OWN brain long ago...

     You easily take the rest of the game by storm and excuse yourself to the hydration table near the castle kitchen. Is it morning, yet? Should this be considered breakfast? Vampires always keep the blinds up due to their hatred of sunlight, and since they have no need for sleep, they never really need to keep up with the time of day.

     You sit enter the long dining hall, which had once seated a great pony lord, but now housed your father, the vampony who killed him, and his family. Your brothers and sisters sit on both sides of the large, ebony table, all politely sipping from their goblets whilst looking into them neutrally. Nopony talks, bar the occasional business-related conversation in whispers.

     It’s not like you all hate each other; you just see no need to disturb the divine tranquility of feasting.

     As soon as your mother sees you come to the table, however, she whispers something into your father’s ear on the throne next to hers. He clears his throat softly to gather everypony’s attention before smiling, showing his teeth to all of his children.

     Speaking just loud enough for all of your sensitive ears to catch, he addresses his offspring in a joyfully sad tone, “I believe today is the day that your brother, #27, goes out to make his fortune in the world”

     You stand up, bow politely as your brothers and sisters clap softly, then sit back down.

     “Your mother and I have had the greatest pleasure housing you, and we hope that you return again one day to visit us” he smiles again, more genuinely this time.

     “Certainly, Father” you smile back.

     As the goblet in front of you empties, so does your will to leave. It’s a cruel world out there. Nothing but brutal ponies, pitchforks, and fire. Wait, no there isn’t. You were just outside 1000 years ago…oh, wait, you’re a vampony now, you’re not supposed to remember that…whatever. Your nerve returns and you smile softly.

     Licking your lips, you order one of the servants to take away your goblet, and head back to your room to grab some coins before you leave. Draug hands you your coin pouch.

     “Your money, Sir” he offers as you take it.

100 bits added...

     All you can really bring is money; anything else would be too much weight for a bat to carry.

     He bows, “It was an honor serving you, Sir, may we cross paths again”

     You smile, “I shall most likely return one day…and if/when I do, I expect you to be better than me at chess. Is that understood?”

     “Yes, Sir. I live to serve, Sir” He bows again.

     Without another word, you Change into a bat, and fly out of your window into the nighttime sky, far, far away from your family’s castle. Where will you go? Well, you hadn’t really thought about it, but it doesn’t matter…

     Faster and faster you fly. Wow, you forgot the free feeling of flying on your own, and it feels...pleasant! What a terrible, terrible emotion. You shake off the feeling of pleasantness and sigh loudly, gathering up all of your pent-up angst and letting it fester into all-too familiar depression. Ah, much better.

     After a long while of flight, you wonder if you've made it into the country next to yours, Ponsylvania. Er, what was it called, again? Equestria? Right, Equestria. After flying over a large forest, you finally spot a sprawling settlement.

     "Hm...what's that over there?" you wonder aloud in your bat language.

     A small, lonely cottage sits off on a dirt path leading from the newly discovered town. Flying a little closer, your sensitive bat ears pick up...breathing. Slow, tired breathing. The kind of soft breathing you do automatically as you sleep. Only it's not one sound of breathing, it's...many. Many tiny, tuckered-out breaths. Whoever owns that cottage must have a wide variety of pets...and pets mean animals...and animals mean blood...and blood means food...and food means happiness. Er, I mean, depression. Happiness is for regular ponies. You're a vampony. Angst angst angst, grr, I hate my life, woe is me, angst angst angst.

     You're not necessarily hungry, but it might help to stake the place out for further hunting trips. All that food in a convenient location...that might help in the future. Then again, there IS a massive forest just teeming with wildlife literally right next to it. Plus, concern may spread through the town if that pony's pets end up missing...

What will you do?

Choice:

1. Meh, I guess I'll just move on, there are plenty of meals all around that are less likely to attract suspicion. Click here

2. Well...it's not gonna hurt if I quickly CHECK, is it? Click here

Changeling: Start

     You look to the wooden boards beneath your feet, then look back up to the lord of the dead, “…I wanna be a changeling”

     “Ew…I HATE bugs…” he scowled.

     “And what’s that supposed to-” you protest before you’re interrupted.

     He coughs loudly to get you to stop talking, “Nothing, nothing, good luck with your…being gross”

     His horn glows a familiar dark green hue, before it explodes into a near-blinding white flash. On your way out, you think you hear him whisper, “Good luck”

     And then you awake. You’re…flying? Huh. That’s new. Wings, horn…teeth, wow! And…you’re starving…what’s that sound? The sound of buzzing.

     Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

     You remember when you reincarnated as a bear and all those angry bees were chasing after you because you stole their honey.

     Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

     Of course that was like…what…eight reincarnations ago? Seven?

     BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!

     Would you stop that buzzing, I’m trying to narrate here- Oh, wait a minute, it’s your hive. They’re all swarming around…wait…there’s a massive dome around Canterlot.

     You widen your eyes in realization and adrenalin rushes through your disgusting veins.

     Months of preparation, so much planning, and so much love to feed on. You want to be good, but…the queen has been starving you to shove away your morality. You have nothing but instinct to rely on now. And you love it.

     Your horn tingles, signaling that the dome has weaked, and you growl as you roughly smash yourself against it. Multiple smacks later, the dome starts to crack, and finally smashes to bits.

     The army swarms in, on the warpath looking for something, ANYTHING to satisfy its never ending war against starvation.

     A stallion and mare flee in fear as you zero in on them. You can smell the love coming from them from a little less than half a mile away…it’s strong between them.

     You tackle the mare, put your horn to her head, and start absorbing. It feels good.

     She cries out in pain, and her husband turns back to protect her, but one of your comrades tackles him and saps his love as well.

     “So…unbearably…DELICIOUS!” he chimes as he drains the helpless pony of his love.

     Eventually, you can feel their love running dry.

     “This is all YOUR fault!” The mare beneath you screams in hysteria, “We never should have left the house! I never should have listened to you! I wish I’d never met you!”

     “How was I supposed to stop this!? They would have taken over the house, all we could DO was flee! You’re always quick to blame others, aren’t you? AREN’T YOU!?” he spits in rage, blowing steam from his nostrils.

     You snicker as you take her coin purse, stepping off of her to admire your work.

     Their love is gone. They will hate each other for the rest of eternity. Your hunger has been satisfied, but you still feel…empty inside. Is this what remorse feels like?

     You fly away, up onto the roof of a building. Just from here you can see the pain you’ve all caused.

     A wounded pony helplessly crawls into a nearby alley, sobbing violently, as a swarm of changelings descend on him. You pity him.

     Shaking your head, you fly higher. You want to see the full view of events taking place.

     You hover in the skies, to the altitude that everyling was at before the breaking of the dome. Completely alone, you have enough room to think.

     Changelings soar through the air, chasing ponies, disarming guards, feasting, stealing, and destroying. Ponies gallop at full speed, but to no avail. Changelings don’t miss their targets.

     …is this what you’re loyal to?

     You shudder, then contemplate deserting…until the decision smacks you across the face. Literally.

     A wave of raw love that scrambles your circuits bursts from the main chambers of Canterlot castle. Changelings that are swept away by the storm are helpless to the unknown power. It hits you hard and sends you flying through the air at speeds you didn’t think anyling would be capable of going.

     Changelings fly in all directions, and you eventually land face first into a tree a few miles away.

     You’re instantly knocked unconscious.

     ...am I dead?

     You see nothing but darkness for what seems like a few seconds, until…you wake up. Thank Chrysalis for your exoskeleton, or you would have been squished like a bug…no pun intended.

     You open your sickly, green eyes. You’re intertwined within the branches of a tree. What are those red th- oh, those are apples. You’re in an apple tree.

     Twisting and turning in an attempt to escape your wooden prison, you fall out of the tree roughly. In the distance you see two figures. A pony and…a smaller pony thing…talking. You walk forward, and can already sense the love…your stomach growls…it’s been a few days since the impact. You’re starving.

     You’re about to start soaking in the love when you remember your thoughts from the blast.

          OhsweetChrysalisI’mgoingtodieohsweetChrysalisI’mgoingtodieohsweetChrysalisI’mgoingtodieohsweetChrysalisI’mgoingtodieohsweetChrysalisI’mgoingtodieohsweetChrysalisI’mgoingtodieohsweetChrysalisI’mgoingtodie.

     Er, no, a little before that.

     …is this what you’re loyal to?

     You stare at them…they start to walk away…this could be your only chance at a meal for a while.

     What do you do?

Choice:

1. I'd rather buck with their relationship than starve, thanks very much. Click here

2. ...they can be spared...just this once. Click here

Ponywolf: Start

     After a long while of thinking, your thoughts align and your choice becomes clear, “…I wanna be a ponywolf”

     The lord of the dead blinks, “Okay then…Fido…”

     You raise an eyebrow, “And what’s that supposed to-”

     “Er nothing,” he smiles sheepishly, “well, time to get you onto your ponywolfing and all that”

     His horn glows a familiar dark green hue, before it explodes into a near-blinding white flash. On your way out, you think you hear him whisper, “Good luck”

     When the green light fades from your retina, you come to your senses in the middle of the forest. You’re…running…but from what exactly?

     The sound of heavy breathing and the crushing of branches and leaves follows you, accompanied by the occasional growl.

     Whatever is chasing you seems to be getting closer, as the sound gets louder. You chance a quick look behind you…which you immediately regret.

     A massive, dark grey wolf is chasing after you from behind, with dark, deep red eyes. Its massive jaws have a ring of wet blood around them, and its unkept coat bares deep scars of claw marks, suggesting that this creature has tangled with other forms of monsters before.

     As you come in eye contact with one another, the creature roars, and a bloodlust overcomes its instincts, giving it the necessary energy to tackle you to the dirt path from behind.

     Wow…it’s only been like 30 seconds in this new life and I’m already almost dead…

     The monster rears up on its hind legs to intimidate you for a moment before it dives down onto your jugular to deliver a killing blow to you, but you reflexively stick a leg out to protect yourself.

     The beast’s jaws tightly clamp around your leg and you cry out in pain loudly. Fighting back tears, you spot your mother’s shiny necklace beside you. It must have fallen off when you were tackled to the ground! Painful memories flow through your brain.

A few months ago…

     You lay beside your mother in her deathbed, crying. Not a tear escapes her eye, but you know she that she is in great pain.

     “Don’t cry, stupid boy” she commands bluntly.

     Your mother is a proud mare, and she refuses to be pitied. That being said, you really have no control over it today.

     “B-but the doctors said-” you sob.

     She smacks you, “Don’t worry about what the doctors say, worry about what I say”

     You wipe your tears and notice her taking off the necklace around her neck.

     Wide-eyed you step back, “No, mother, that was-”

     “Your father’s, yes,” she interrupts, “I promised him when HE was dying that I would protect and cherish it always…and now it’s your turn”

     You sniff, then, after a few moments of her holding it out to you impatiently, take it from her hoof, trembling.

     The silver medallion was passed down from generation to generation of your paternal heritage. It bears your family crest, reminding you of your family’s lordship status during medieval times. You stare at it, but your trance is broken when you notice the splash of teardrops on its shiny surface. You’re crying again.

     She grabs your face with both of her hooves roughly and stares you in the eyes, “No more tears, Boy. Do you see me crying? I’m not crying, and I’m dying here. Be strong, you’ll be in my position one day talking to YOUR child, and you’ll have to go through the same thing. Keep your soul clean, keep your eyes dry, and most importantly-”

Back to the present…

     “-keep my heritage sacred” you whisper to yourself as the wolf howls on top of you in victory.

     You kiss your family heirloom and set it next to you. Somepony will find your corpse out here and they’ll hopefully bury you with it.

     It looks down at you, then at your necklace and barks loudly. It reaches a paw over to knock the medallion away from you when suddenly-

Sssssssssss!

     The wolf yipes in pain at its injury and steps back a few feet. You catch a glimpse of its paw and notice a burn mark with fresh smoke coming from it. You look back down for a source of flame, but only see your medallion.

     Realizes sets in on your and you smile, “Silver! A ponywolf’s weakness is silver!”

     The ponywolf realizes your thought process and lunges in for another attack, but you hold the silver necklace out in front of you threateningly.

     Hesitantly, the growling wolf retreats back off in the direction it came from with its tail between its legs.

     Taking a second to catch your breath, you put your necklace back around your neck and examine the bite mark on your leg.

     Should you go to the doctor, or just head back home? The doctors might turn you into the local authorities, considering you’re now a ponywolf. On the other hand, they might be able to cure it…what will you do?

Choice:

1. I guess I don't have much of a choice, I can't just not tell anypony. Click here

2. What am I going to tell the doctors? I don't know what they'll do, but I don't wanna risk it. Click here

Incubus: C1

I wanna stay in the city, Baby!

     "Can I help you, Sir?" the stallion behind the booth asks.

     You smile awkwardly, "Uh, no, thanks!"

     Walking away, you decide to wander around for a bit until you see a place that looks interesting.

     You decide that your first objective should be to find a good source of food...

     Hm...prostitutes? Well, you could use those in an ABSOLUTE emergency...but they don't satisfy your hunger as much as a normal pony would.

     Heading to the center of downtown Manehattan, you smile at all the sexually-oriented stores.

     Good to see these ponies are horny...I'm gonna be FEASTING during mating season!

     You lick your lips at the thought...but this is no time to beget distracted. You're on a mission. Find some poon. Take said poon. Profit. End of story.

     And do it non-violently, your conscience adds hastily.

     Uh...right. Non-violently, right, that too.

     "Hmmm," you hum before you start to read the names of stores around, "XXX adult graphic novels? No need for them...the swinging mare strip club? No need for that..."

     You stop and give the next store a funny look, "A book store? A normal book store? What genius put a book store in the middle of a sexy street like this?"

     Then you notice her. Through the window. A bored-looking mare is sitting behind the counter with a bemused look on her face. You can feel her virginity from here, so she must be tight as a corset...and she's all yours.

     And yet...

     Maybe she doesn't WANT to...do the deed. Well, you COULD survive for a few more days...you DID just come from a threesome, after all. But she's so...perfect...untouched, unaltered, unEVERYTHING! Grrr...

What will you do?

Choice:

1. Eh...it's not right...oh well, you'll listen to your conscience and pass her up. Click here

2. ...whatever. You'll buck her. But, uh, this one doesn't count...yeah, that's it. This won't count as a sin. Definitely. Click here

Incubus: C2

I wanna start my new life in Ponyville!

     "Can I help you, Sir?" the stallion behind the booth asks.

     You nod, "Yeah...one ticket to Ponyville, please"

     -20 bits, 80 bits remain...

     Thanking the stallion, you take your ticket and start to walk toward the train...and see that it's not leaving for another half an hour. Well, it looks like you have some time to kill, might as well get a snack while you're here, right?

     Looking around, you notice that barely anypony is at the train station...why is th- Oh, right, it's like six in the morning. Hm, this may be harder than you thought.

     Nevermind; hotty spotted, three o'clock. Just there, about 20 feet away is an athletic-looking pegasus with a cyan coat and a rainbow mane. Perfect.

     You quickly duck behind a trash can and change into a pegasus. You develop your muscles a bit...but not too much...athletic types usually don't like to be showed up.

     Clearing your throat, you try to work out a plan of attack...no, hooves, what are you doing? You start walking over to her without a plan...brilliant.

     "Excuse me" you speak with a puffed out chest.

     She waves her hoof at you, "Buzz off, Pervert"

     You deflate and wilt, "Is it REALLY that obvious?"

     "You watched me without cover for like a minute...not the smartest idea, now is it? Did you even come up with a plan of attack?" she raised an eyebrow, but didn't look up from her book.

     I told you, but did you listen? Nooo...just waltz right in and-

     "No, not really" you admit, rubbing the back of your neck.

     She says nothing and you sigh, sitting down next to her, "Where are you headed?"

     "Ponyville," she responds neutrally, "you?"

     You scratch your head, "Same..."

     "And are you looking for defenseless fillies there as well, 'Stud'?" she chuckles.

     Biting your lip...you don't know how to respond. You aren't really but...well, actually, yes, you are.

     You've lost all ground with this mare, so you might as well tell her, "Yeah, pretty much...but, to be fair, it's in my nature"

     She laughs, "You're a guy, it's in EVERY stallion's nature"

     "Well," you blush, "some more than others..."

     The train rolls in, and the both of you get up, "Well, nice talking to you, Dude...I'll probably see you around Ponyville...don't try to pick me up again, that was just plain embarrassing"

     You smile sheepishly, "Okay, I won't"

     Getting in different train cars, you don't speak another word. You're not sure why, but you like her...and not the usual 'like her' where you just wanna tie her to the bed and spread her legs apart and-

     "Your ticket, Sir?" a pony in uniform sternly asks you.

     You blink, snapping from your trance and hand it to him.

     He clips a small hole into your ticket and hands it back to you, "Have a good day, Sir"

     About an hour later, the train starts to slow down as it screeches to a halt.

     You exit the train and walk out, reading the sign, "Welcome to Ponyville"

     Noticing that rainbow-maned mare from before, you quickly go up to her and ask her, "Any idea where I can go get an apartment?"

     "Talk to they Mayor, she'll hook you up" she answered nonchalantly.

     Sighing, you take a map of Ponyville from a nearby kiosk and start heading for their town hall. Hm...you forgot to change back after you took the form of an athletic pegasus to attract that rainbow maned mare...well, you didn't really gain any ground with her anyways, maybe you should take a different form?

     You contemplate changing your form, but then you notice that every mare who can see you at the moment is either drooling with their mouth agape, quickly applying large amounts of unnecessary of makeup, or getting chewed out by their boyfriends after they were caught staring at your...bits and giggles.

     Smiling handsomely, you decide that you've made the right choice.

     Making the mayor's office, the first thing you notice is a large, round, official-looking lobby with white walls and the smell of clean carpet. You stare the office for a moment before you realize a bland-looking receptionist rapidly typing on a typewriter and waving you over to her oversized wooden desk. She bares a striking resemblance to the underworld receptionist, doesn't she?

     "Hey, um, you wouldn't happen to have a relative who works for the underworld, would you?" you ask quickly.

     She rolls her eyes, "You'd be surprised how much I get asked that"

     You blink; how does she know about the underworld? "I am surprised...and who exactly-"

     "Tick tock, let's move this along, what do you need?" she asks impatiently.

     "Er," you pause, forgetting your former train of thought before picking it back up again, "yes, I'd like to see the mayor, I'm new to Ponyville, and-"

     "Do you have an appointment?" she raises an eyebrow suspiciously.

     You scratch your head, "Er, no, but-"

     "Come back later when you have one" she goes back to her typewriting.

     Almost on cue, the mayor pokes her head out of her office, "Deborah, I'm going to need that fax I sent you earlier this morning ready on my desk in-"

     The mayor stops and notices you, smiling, before fully emerging and walking over to you happily. She, the receptionist, and the rainbow mare seem to be the only females who don't wanna buck you on the spot...that's reassuring, at least.

     "Hello there! I'm Ivory Scroll, mayor of Ponyville!" she announced happily shaking your hand, "and you are?"

     "Um..." is all you can say as you ponder a name.

     A name? A name!? What does a name have to do with anything!? Oh, right, mortals use names to identify with each other...how quaint. Um, would #3, 046, 735 work? It's worth a try...well, actually, no it's not. Um...what did you set as your cutie mark? The black silhouette of a stallion with a question mark in the middle...that's not suspicious at all. Um, let's see, pony names, pony names, tick tock, she's looking at you expectantly. Um...incognito...

     "Incog?" you offer quickly, before she looks around awkwardly.

     Oh, right, last name...shifty...shifty pony...shift?

     You clear your throat, "Um, Shift. Incog Shift, pleased to meet you!"

     "Oh, excellent!" she smiles happily, "What brings you to my office today?"

     "I don't wanna trouble you if you're busy-" you start before you're cut off.

     "Nonsense!" she exclaims, "I always have time for precious voters- I mean citizens! What do you need?"

     You fight back a roll of your eyes, "Well, I'm looking to rent an apartment in the city"

     The receptionist has a match in seconds, "Hm...the cheapest offer we've got in town is 30 bits...everything else is in the 60-90 range...it's kind of a dump, though"

     You only have 80 bits, so you really can't afford anything nice. Well, it's either that or you're sleeping outside...well, sleeping outside might not be so bad. It's certainly cheaper, isn't it? On the other hoof...it's a little dangerous...and what if it rains? Hm, what will you do?

Choice:

1. I'll rent the apartment to put a roof over my head. -30 bits Click here

2. I'll sleep outside to save some precious cash. Click here

Incubus: C2.1

I'll rent the apartment to put a roof over my head.

Incubus C2.2

I'll sleep outside to save some precious cash.

Kitsune: C1

I'll explore the village. As long as I keep cover, I shouldn't be spotted.

     Nodding confidently, you head toward the huge village.

     At first, you see not a single soul. Huh. That's strange. Luckily, you're used to sneaking around, because, when your mother wasn't watching, you used to steal a few minor things from unfortunate souls. You mischievous little devil, you.

     Tip-pawing through an alley, you jump from cover to cover, briefly catching glimpses of the creatures...they're of decent size...but you haven't gotten a good look at them.

     Slowly but surely, you'll sneak around the barrel you're hiding behind, and...

     "Hi!" a strange, grey creature chirps, literally inches from your face.

     You gasp and fall back, before quickly pulling it behind a barrel.

     "You saw me!?" you start, clearly concerned for your stealth skills.

     She giggles, "Of COURSE I saw you! You're a fox with three tails, SIlly!"

     Your cover might be blown...you think about killing her...no, Mother survived Equestria without killing anyone, and so can you!

     Ears laid back, you sigh, "Do you know what I am?"

     She ponders for a surprisingly long moment, before coming up with a satisfying answer, "I've got it! I think you're a fox!"

     "Er, yes," you try, "and you're...just imagining things..."

     "I am?" she asks confusedly.

     "Er, right, yes! Yes you are! Have you eaten anything strange lately?" you ask in a sophisticated tone.

     "Hm...well, I had a muffin for breakfast...but nothing else" she shrugs.

     "...it was a, um..." you start a lie, but can't finish it...no, wait, "...a demon muffin! Yes, that's it! That muffin was inhabited by demons!"

     She flaps her wings, "It was? How do you know?"

     "Because,"-you pause for dramatic effect-"I'm a demon hunting fox!"

     "Oooh..."-she circles around you-"well nice to meet you, Mr. Demon hunting fox! My name's Derpy Hooves!"

     The creature looks to be a miniature horse...but with wings. Where have you seen this before? Oh, right, Greek mythology, of course, Pegasus. Her grey coat makes her blonde mane and tail pop out, and her flank displays a picture of a few bubbles. Her strangest feature is most definitely her set of eyes. Both point in different directions, and...they're surprisingly...hypnotic...you shake your head. No, whatever mind tricks she's playing, she won't get the better of you. She appears to be a crafty, powerful creature.

     Maybe I should ask him if I can pet him...Derpy thought to herself, Hmmm...no, he might not like it so much. I wonder if demon hunting foxes like muffins?

     "Do you want a muffin?" she held out a tasty treat to her new friend.

     You blink your slanted eyes, staring blankly at the baked...thing, "Er...what is it?"

     Her strange eyes go wide, "You...you don't know what a m-muffin is?"

     "No...should I?" you raise an eyebrow?

     She doesn't respond.

Five minutes later...

     "Out of the way! Emergency!" the grey horse thing bellows loudly, galloping through the streets of Ponyville with you on her back.

     "No, gah! Wh-what are you doing!? You've exposed me!" you snarl as she tramples and rams ponies in her haste.

     She slams the the doors of the veterinarian clinic open and bursts into tears, running past the main lobby into the emergency rooms, leaving behind a confused receptionist.

     She zooms into a random doctor's office at speeds that would put Rainbow Dash to shame and dumps you onto his desk roughly, spilling ink all over his nearly-complete paperwork, "Doctor, you have to help him! We need three or four liquefied muffin IVs, ASAP!"

     He jumps back in shock, then gets a closer look at you and raises an eyebrow, "Derpy...have you been taking any...animal medication, lately?"

     "Well, yes, but that has nothing to do with this! This is an emergency! I don't know how the little guy has even LIVED this long!" she cries out hysterically.

     He rubs his temples and sighs, "Derpy, you can't just bring animals into the clinic to-"

     Stopping, he notices your three tails, "What...what's this?"

     His eyes go wide and he stares at you.

     You put on a sheepish smile, "Uh, I only have one tail...and I'm a horse too...and...this isn't...what it looks like?"

     "Im...impossible! A fox with three tails...talking! It IS talking, isn't it, Derpy? Am I going mad!?" he wonders aloud, now incredibly fascinated.

     You facepaw, "I'm not a fox...and I'm not an 'it' either, I'm a...wait, why am I even talking to you?"

     Quickly scrambling to your paws, you use your magic to open a nearby window and hastily leap out of it.

     "Hey, wait!" the doctor tries to jump out of the window after you, but gets his coat caught on his desk and falls flat on his snout.

     Running through Ponyville faster than you ever thought was possible for someone with such small legs, you make your way to somewhere- anywhere! So long as you can safely hide out there for a while.

     You come across a massive, partially pink building. In appearance, it looks similar to a pastry of some sort, but you know better than to think that these horses would make something as impractical as that. You tip-paw through the back door and hide in the kitchen next to a few pots and pans.

     After a few minutes, you realize that you don't really have a place to stay...you could take the form of a horse and rent some sort of lodging, or...

     An idea forms in your head...a beautifully mischievous idea...you could haunt this place. You snicker for a moment, and then...remember your mission. You want to start a new life, a GOOD new life...but maybe new lives are kind of boring. Besides, you don't want to spend good money on some stupid apartment or something.

     You think of your mother...and you realize that SHE probably didn't do anything evil when SHE went through Equestria...

     What will you choose?

Choice:

1. If my mother survived Equestria without doing wrong, I can too. -30 bits Click here

2. ...Mother isn't watching, is she? Besides, surely she had a teensey bit of fun while she was here...right? +2 sin Click here

Kitsune C2

It would probably be best if I played it cool, first...I see an apple farm over there, anyways.

     You cross through the field that you landed in toward the large apple farm. The benefit to THIS plan is that you won't really have to sneak around; it will be hard for anything to see you in a forest.

     After about a half an hour of travelling, you're...lost. This was a bad plan. No, wait, I hear something over there. You quickly take cover and watch the scene play out.

     A stampede of cows rumbles down a dirt road past you. Herding them is...a canine of some sort. A dog, maybe? Yes, a dog, must be some sort of farmer or something. Eventually, she leads them into a pen, which she locks after the last one has entered. Panting happily, she turns to trot away.

     You take on the form of a male dog and walk toward her, "Good afternoon"

     She stops and growls, "Y'all shouldn't be here...this is MY territory"

     Oh dear, a territorial species...you'd better smooth talk this bitch. Get it? Bitch? Female dog...nevermind, my humor is wasted on you.

     "Hold on, hold on,"-you hold up a paw as a sign of peace-"I'm just a wanderer, Ma'am, not here to take your land"

     She stops growling, but maintains her defensive stance, "Traveller? We don't get many of y'all around here...where ya from?"

     You shrug, "Far away..."

     She gets up and starts stiffing you, "Hmmm...y'all smell like...a fox"

     Looking into her eyes, you see a glimmer of excited hatred in her eyes, "Er, no, I've just been out in the wild for a while"

     "But...you're clean...like ya just took a bath or something" she continues to interrogate.

     Struggling, you wonder if you shouldn't just turn into a bird and fly away, "Eh, well..."

     "Winona! Where are ya, Girl? Winona!" you hear a voice call off in the distance.

     She wags her tail excitedly and starts off toward the noise, "That's my master! Nice meetin' ya, Stranger, don't loiter here, please"

     "Wait!"-you run after her-"What do you mean by 'master,' are you a slave or something?"

     She gives you a funny look, but continues running, "Slave? My master is my best friend! We work together as a team!"

     You raise an eyebrow, "Then who's your-"

     "Winona!" you look forward, seeing...a horse of some sort.

     That's...odd.

     "Master!" Winona yipes in excitement as she jumps on the horse thing and starts licking her face.

     "Aaaw, shucks, I love you too!" she says as she pushes off her dog and looks at you, "and it looks like ya found a friend! I hope you too got along alright! Winona's a feisty girl"

     You roll your eyes, "Yes she- Er, I mean, bark?"

     Winona's master stares at you for a moment before shaking her head, "I coulda sworn you just...aw, nevermind! Are ya lost, Little guy?"

     "Ruff ruff...bow wow..." you try unenthusiastically.

     She smiles, "I'll take y'all to my friend Fluttershy! She knows all about little Critters like y'all!"

     You roll your eyes. Great. Just great. You're a dog among horses. The next chance you get, you're shapeshifting into one of those horse things. Well, then again, it might be best to be a dog for now; you can observe the culture of these strange horse things without drawing much attention.

     Walking down the path, Winona starts to sniff you again, "...you sure y'all aren't part fox or somethin'? I swear I smell fox on you..."

     You shake your head, "Nope! The woods I came from had a lot of foxes, so maybe I picked up some of the smell there"

     "Hmmm...oh well. Whatever ya say" she shrugs.

     Walking down a path from a farm to the town, the horse smiles, "Welcome to Ponyville, Dog...wait, why am I sayin' that?"

     Plot convenience...

     "It's weird, Dog, I feel like you're a regular pony...huh" she raised an eyebrow and looked at you expectantly.

     Oh dear. Sometimes creatures subconsciously see through a Kitsune's disguise...you'd better have some grade A acting skills.

     You sniff her butt, "Ruff ruff...bark...growl"

     She grimaces, "Well...I guess that settles that..."

     Making your way through the city streets, you notice many more of these horse things- Er, what did she call them? Ponies? Ponies, right. They're all different colors, but have weird pictures on their hips...maybe that's some sort of tribal tattoo or something.

     Suddenly, a pink pony drops down from a roof top right in front of the pony leading you, "Applejack!"

     Applejack jumps back in shock, then chuckles awkwardly, "Oh, uh, hey there, Pinkie Pie. How're you?"

     "Absolutely fantabulous!" she almost screams, "I saw you walking here so I decided to follow you and surprise you but then I decided I couldn't wait so I was gonna surprise you earlier but then I saw these two dogs and-"

     Applejack sighs and puts a hoof over her friends mouth, "Breathe, Sugarcube, breathe..."

     Pinkie pants in exhaustion for a few moments before quickly shaking her head and staring at you, "Who's your new friend, Applejack?"

     "Huh? Oh, right, this is...uh...I guess he doesn't have a name" she shrugs.

     The party pony almost pees herself in excitement, "Well we can give him a name! And we can throw him a 'Welcome to Ponyville' party!"

     Applejacks raises an eyebrow, "If you threw a party for every animal that showed up in Ponyville, you'd probably never stop partying"

     "Hmmm..."-Pinkie examines you-"he doesn't SEEM like he's an animal...it seems like he's a pony!"

     Applejack's eyes go wide, "You feel it too? Golly, I thought I was goin' crazy..."

     Both of the ponies stare at you expectantly, "Um...bow...wow? Ruff ruff. Bark, growling, howling...uh, I don't know what other sounds a dog makes..."

     After a long pause, Applejack shrugs, "Seems legit..."

     Pinkie tightens her gaze, "I don't know, he seems kinda...fishy..."

     More like FOXY! Sorry, bad pun.

     You start sweating...wait, dogs can't sweat, you start panting as she stares into you sharply, before she finally pops back to normal, "Oh well! What are you gonna do with him, Applejack?"

     "I was about to take him to Fluttershy, actually, did ya need something?" she asks politely.

     Pinkie smiles, "Not really! But I know where Fluttershy is! She might be done with lunch, now, but if we hurry we can still catch up to her!"

     Applejack nodded, "Alrighty then! Let's go!"

     After quickly galloping to a cafe, you all ALMOST miss Fluttershy, but get to her right as she is walking out the door.

     Pinkie tackle-glomps her, "Hey, Fluttershy! What's up!?"

     Fluttershy whimpers as she's viciously cuddled, "Oh, um, not much, Pinkie"

     The energetic mare immediately gets up and points at you, "This is...uh...Steve! Applejack found him out in the woods, and we were hoping you could help him!"

     "Oh you poor, poor thing..."-she gets on your level, but stops dead in her tracks-"...um...it feels like I'm talking to a pony..."

     "Um, I'm a dog, nothing to see here" you announce unsuspiciously.

     She raises an eyebrow, "Did you just-"

     "He needs a place to stay, Fluttershy, will you keep him at your cottage?" Pinkie grins whilst bouncing up and down.

     Fluttershy blinks, "Um, sure, that's fine, but I think he just-"

     "I'd better get back to the farm, those apples ain't gonna buck themselves," Applejack said, trotting away, "see you girls later!"

     "But he-" Fluttershy tried.

     "Bye Applejack!" Pinkie waved enthusiastically.

     Hm. It seems that..."Fluttershy"...knows your secret. Maybe you should stay with Applejack, she's kind of ignorant. On the OTHER paw, Winona probably won't take kindly to another dog, and you don't wanna mess with her...

Choice:

1. You run after Applejack as she trots away. Fluttershy might dissect you or something anyway. Click here

2. Oh well, free housing, good enough for me... Click here

Kitsune: C1.1

If my mother survived Equestria without doing wrong, I can too.

Kitsune: C1.2

...Mother isn't watching, is she? Besides, surely she had a teensey bit of fun while she was here...right?

2 sin added, 2 sin total

Kitsune: C2.1

You run after Applejack as she trots away. Fluttershy might dissect you or something anyway.

Kitsune: C2.2

Oh well, free housing, good enough for me...

Vampony: C1

Meh, I guess I'll just move on, there are plenty of meals all around that are less likely to attract suspicion.

Vampony: C2

Well...it's not gonna hurt if I quickly CHECK, is it?

     Smiling, you touch down near the aforementioned cottage and change back into your normal pony form. You move quickly and quietly, avoiding the windows, but little do you know you're being watched.

     You think you hear a voice...no, that was probably just the wind.

     Thankfully, the pony's home is unlocked. That shows that this community is very trusting of one another...good to know. The door creaks a little, but not enough to be noticed by normal pony ears. As you slink in, you quickly realize that hooves make a lot of noise, even with light steps.

     "Buck this" you mutter after dealing with a particularly annoying floorboard.

     Your body grows smaller and smaller as it slowly transforms. Your mane and coat grow shorter and more unkept, while the hair on your tail completely sinks into your skin. Ruby eyes glowing in the dark room and nose above your body trying to catch the scent of your surroundings, you completely change into a greasy rat.

     Smiling a tiny little smile of delight, you quickly scamper across the floor to explore the rest of the house. It takes longer to get around, but you manage. Definitely a necessary sacrifice considering that at the rate you were going you would have woken up the entire house.

     The front room contains mostly birds and small mammals, which barely do anything for you considering that you need a little over a gallon of blood to be full. No, no, you'll need to find other forms of sustenance...why didn't you check out the holding pens first? Whatever, you're hear already, you might as well finish the rest of the house.

     The bottom floor really is small, containing only a front room, a bathroom, and a kitchen. Disappointing. You're about to leave when you notice some stairs. Ugh. Stairs are a rat's mortal enemy. Carefully climbing up each individual stair takes some time, but it's worth it.

     You nearly weep at the sight of what lies before you. Well, I don't know if rats can weep, but if they can, you almost probably just did...nevermind.

     A multitude of different, moderately sized pets, with enough blood to keep you satisfied for a long, long time, softly dream in their little beds. Dogs, cats, weasels, opossums, anything you can think of! The plethora of creatures surround a bed large enough for a pony to sleep in. Yes. Perfect. The caretaker of all these creatures. A small, yellow pegasus sleeps soundly beneath her warm quilt.

     Kill her.

     ...that wasn't your thought.

     Who said that? you think, as if it would respond to you.

     No such luck...maybe you're just hearing things.

     The mare IS looking rather tasty, though, now that you mention it, Ominous voice. Her young body rests while her blood moves smoothly through her veins. If you killed her off, you might have a few DAYS before anypony finds her...and you can help yourself to all of her little animal friends while THAT happens.

     ...but then again...it isn't right to do that. She's innocent...besides, she might arouse suspicion anyways...

     Just do it.

     As the voice speaks again, clearer this time, your stomach suddenly feels...emptier. How convenient. Now that you look at her a bit more- NO! No! Get out of my head, you freak! I'm not hungry...or am I? I don't know, I just need time to think.

     Kill her now, lest you awaken my wrath.

     So hungry, so thirsty...surely a little nibble wouldn't- NO NO NO NO NO! Leave me alone! Shut up, you don't know what you're thinking! You're hungry, you're starving! Your tongue is a desert! No it isn't! Just bite her bucking neck! Do it!

     Which will you choose?

Choice:

1. Alright! Fine! I'll eat her! I can't take it anymore! +30 sin Click here

2. No! She's innocent! I'm leaving before you try to tempt me further! Click here

Vampony: C2.1

Alright! Fine! I'll eat her! I can't take it anymore!

     30 sin added...

     You walk up to her as slowly as you can...but the closer you get, the more you want to eat her.

     With each soft pump of her heart you can feel each individual blood cell swish along through her tender body. You look onto her from above with empty eyes. You feel nothing but hunger...hunger...hunger...is that sympathy? No. That's congestion. Where was I? Oh, right, hunger...hunger...hunger.

     Carefully, you crane your neck as to lower your jaws onto her neck. She feels your warm breath on your neck and stirs ever so slightly in her sleep...but even if she were to wake up right now, she would have no time to react. She's just another meal to you now.

     You place the tips of your fangs on her neck for a moment, not applying any serious pressure...you want to savor the meal. It isn't every day you get a live, sleeping pony to feast on...oh, those arteries, those juicy arteries...they're all yours.

     Just as you're about to bite, you start to think for a moment...maybe if you woke her up and scared her, her blood would start moving faster. Yes, that way you wouldn't have to suck as hard, per-

     An ear-splitting scream cuts through your sensitive ear drums, "Aaaaiiii!"

     With evident fear in her eyes, the pony stares up at you, wide-eyed, and scrambles to the other side of the bed. You leap onto her and chomp on her. Your don't bite with all of your jaw power, because then blood will be EVERYWHERE and you'll have to lap it all up like a dog. You want a few controlled puncture wounds where you can drain the blood from her body with minimal effort.

     Her screams of terror become muffled as blood fills her throat from the wounds. Your top two teeth are in her jugular, and your bottom two are in her windpipe. Excellent precision. She flails wildly, but starts to lose energy after a short while. She looks up at you with fearful eyes...then hopeful...then fading...and then...nothi-

     GrrrRUFF! a loud canine barks as it tackles you off of its owner.

     It sinks its fangs into your jugular and shakes its head wildly, tearing off a bit of your flesh and letting it hang off your skin limply.

     You cry out in pain and leap back, retreating to a nearby corner for a moment or two while your wound heals back up. After a few moments, however, you soon realize that the rest of her horde has made its way into her upstairs bedroom. Different deadly animals of all shapes and sizes. A bear, yes, a BEAR snorts steam as it stares at you with red eyes.

     There is no escape; all eyes are on you and the animals have sealed off the exit. There is no escape.

     Just as your wound finishes healing up, you prepare for an epic battle of supernatural versus completely natural, when suddenly another scream, louder this time, and it sounds more like pain as opposed to terror, like before. All of the animals, instantly startled, look back to their owner.

     She rolls on the ground, writhing in pain as she clutches her neck wound. Oh dear, this isn't good; she's turning into a vampony. Vamponies can carry vendettas...dead ponies can't. But you can't just ATTACK her, you'll get swarmed by a wave of defensive animals! Not like you have much of any other ch-

     No, wait, you can slip away through the ground as a rat, they're distracted by their concern for their owner.

     Hmmm...animals can be deadly, but, then again, so can a future vampony...

     What will you do?

Choice:

1. No, I can't take them on. I'll never make it to her in time anyway, I just need to get away. Click here

2. I'll just run in and maul her quickly; then I can fight my way out if I have to. A vampony is smarter than a group of animals, however inexperienced! Click here

Vampony: C2.2

No! She's innocent! I'm leaving before you try to tempt me further!

     Hastily, you start to gallop down the stairs. You don't care that you're making noise, you just wanna get-

     Smack!

     You're knocked snout-first down the staircase onto the hard floor below. Sweet Luna; did that little pony do that? That hurt!

     Smack!

     Right in the snout! You take a few steps back instinctively. Looking in all directions, you use your night vision in a desperate attempt to find your assailant.

     Movement, right th-

     Smack!

     Ow! Right there! Get it!

     You lunge forward without thinking and snap your jaws in the direction that you think the pony is. Instead of catching a hunk of flesh, you unexpectantly bite...air. This pony must be f-

     Smack!

     CHOMP!

     You almost miss, but with a second attack you get a little bit of flesh!

     ...wait...you bit something small. Maybe it's her ear or something?

     Definitely not; ears don't squeak like rabbits.

     You bit a small, bright white rabbit in its paw. It rolls on the ground in pain. Speechless, your mind races to come to a peaceful solution. You didn't want to hurt anything, you were about to leave anyw-

     "Aaaaaiiiii!" the pony screams as she scampers to her injured pet rabbit.

     You step back reflexively, "I-I, um, well"

     "What did you DO to him!?" she sobs frantically as the paw-wound swells to an unnatural size.

     The rabbit squeals louder, signifying that the pain has increased drastically.

     Your eyes widen in surprise, "Get away from him! It's not safe!"

     "Wh-what!?" she looks up at you with wide, glossy eyes.

     The rabbit is going to change into a vamp- er, a vam...bunny soon. You could leave her here with it...no, no that wouldn't be right. This is your fault, you can't leave her for death.

     Grabbing her, you wrestle her a safe distance away from the rapidly changing rabbit, "We have to get you out of here, now! It'll kill you!"

     Panicking, she flails wildly in a desperate attempt to get to her dearest friend...but to no avail. You know better than to let her do that.

     She watches in horror as her pet changes into something entirely different.

     The rabbit shakes wildly, gasping for air in a desperate but futile attempt to breathe. Its hair grows slightly and puffs out a bit, giving it a larger appearance. Its long ears sleek back and unnecessarily large fangs sprout from its mouth. Once its gruesome transformation is complete, it slowly rises, breathing heavily and menacingly, staring at you both with glowing red eyes.

     It's no longer just a rabbit.

     The pony's eyes widen, "Angel, what-"

     "That's not your Angel anymore," you respond hastily, "at least he won't be for the next few hours...he'll be a mindless killer"

     You turn to her hastily, "I will do all that I can to protect your animals, I swear! Right now, you have to send for help. Find anypony in town who might know how to deal with-"

     "GRAAAH!" the vambunny snarls sickeningly as it lunges for the two of you.

     You kick it back and shove the pegasus pony away, "Run! Run, I'll try to contain him!"

     She starts to gallop away, but the bunny effortlessly ricochets off of a wall from the blow and lunges once again toward the timid mare. Before he can reach her, however, you block it with your hoof.

     You cry out in pain as the creature's fangs sink deeply into your flesh. Seizing the opportunity, the creature jumps from your leg onto the mare.

     The rabbit's jaws near her neck, when suddenly the vambunny is tackled off of the mare. The creature that fights for her bares its teeth and snaps at the rabbit, but the undead animal effortlessly kicks it off with its newfound strength. Looking up, the rabbit gets a clear look at its assailant.

     A snarling dog looks angrily into the eyes of the vambunny. Behind it, all of the pony's various pets angrily start to come after the rabbit.

     The dog lunges again, but the undead creature rips its throat out, leaving its limp body on the ground behind it. It turns around and notices the pegasus mare running away, and prepares to jump, only to be tackled back to the ground by you. In a whirl of hooves and paws, the two of you exchange blows.

     The creature suddenly changes into a rat and slinks out of your grasp. You leap after it, but fail to catch it as it changes into a bat and takes to the skies outside the cottage. Not good.

     Diving into the air, you yourself change into a bat as well. Years of flying experience overwhelm the vambunny, and you quickly catch up to it. Grabbing onto it, the two of you duke it out in the air above the cottage for a while before you get a good grip and change back to pony form. Your sheer weight brings the both of you plummeting to the ground.

     You pin it down on the ground harshly. It cycles through its three forms, hissing, snarling, and snapping occasionally, but to no avail. The creature is pinned down and unable to move.

     "I am so sorry...so very sorry" you apologize to the creature.

     You know it can't hear you; when animals first become vampires they're nothing but savage, bloodthirsty wrecks. It takes them a while before-

     "Get away from him!" you hear an angry voice call out from behind you.

     Ignoring the command itself, but thankful that help was sought out, you anxiously look over your shoulder to see who the pegasus got. A unicorn...she got a single unicorn...

     You faceho- Oh, no wait, you can't take your hooves off of the rabid vambunny. You mentally facehoof; this is JUST like ponies. Spare their lives once and regret it forever.

     "I'm not gonna warn you again" she growls and readies her horn.

     Just let the creature free...it will deal with them.

     Oh, deeefinitely you think back to the Ominous voice sarcastically.

     Listen to me, you MUST do it. You WILL do it. I shall arise again and when I do, you will be sorry unless you do EXACTLY AS I SAY.

     Shaking your head quickly it get it out of your mind, you yell over your shoulder to the angry unicorn, "If I let him go he'll kill you both! Do you have any spells that can knock him out!?"

     She blinks, not expecting you to be so nonaggressive, but cooperates, "Uh, I can use a spell to put him to sleep"

     "For how long?" you yell back, not effortlessly holding the angry creature down.

     She thinks for a moment, then responds, "About 12 hours"

     You nod confidently, "Should be good, let her rip!"

     Reluctantly, the unicorn mare trots over to the two of you and readies her spell.

     "Here goes..." she mutters, unsure of herself in the face of an angry vambunny.

     A magenta light shoots from her horn into the rabbit below you.

     Instantly, its body goes limp, it stops making noise, and its tiny head falls back onto the grass slowly. The rabbit is incapacitated.

     "Phew,"-you wipe the sweat from your brow-"that was cl-"

     Magical light and then...nothing. Are you dead? Did she kill you? That's hardly fair; you've only been a vampony for like five hours or so...or was it six? Oh well, it doesn't matter, you didn't really do anything wrong so you probably won't get punished...oh, wait, you're waking up, you're not dead. Good for you.

     Your eyelids slowly raise, and vision slowly returns to you, however blurry at first.

     Oh...my aching head...you groan to yourself softly.

     "...t...re...d..." you hear mumbling.

     You shake your head and listen again, focusing more this time.

     A muffled sigh, then, "I d...my...ttle pony"

     Senses fully restored you look up. It's daytime. Curse the day. The unexpected flow of light makes you feel extremely uncomfortable. It doesn't help that you're laying on a hard, wooden floor, either. Oh, wait, you heard voices earlier, didn't you?

     You look up, noticing a small basket overflowing with blankets and warm cloth of every kind. Gathered around it are six ponies and...oh dear...

     Standing regally, yet slightly hunched over to look at the basket, is the regal Princess Celestia.

     Her sparkling white coat flawlessly matches her light rainbow mane. A few assorted pieces of gold jewelry and gems adorn some of her features to show her status, and she's just TEEMING with the essence of magic. A creature of the night's worst nightmare.

     "You mean...we don't know anything about vamponies?" the yellow pegasus from before squeaks sadly, apparently on the verge of tears.

     Both the purple unicorn shakes her head, sighing, "Very little is known of vamponies...they rarely tell anything about themselves to regular ponies"

     The pegasus lets a few tears drip into the basket, "Th-then he could be...dead..."

     You sigh and roll your eyes. Sheesh, these ponies are so melodramatic. I mean, sure, they don't live forever like you do, but that means that they should celebrate the time they have to LIVE, not indulge in over-fascination with the dead. Crazy mortals.

     Looking down at your hooves, you notice that a chain is attached to one of your back legs. Facehoofing, you wonder if they REALLY thought this through. You quickly change into a rat, crawl away, then change back again.

     Walking toward the basket, you break the silence of the unanswered question, "He's not dead. Well, technically he is, but not really..."

     The six mortal ponies gasp and take a few steps back and stare at you, wide-eyed.

     Celestia only frowns at you and raises an eyebrow, "Sleep well, did we?"

     "I see I'm not the only one," you roll your eyes and walk toward the basket nonchalantly, "how long has he been out?"

     "Both of you about twelve hours" she replies, not taking her eyes off of you lest you attack one of her precious subjects.

     You look at him for a moment, see his lack of breath, then nod, "He's going to be just fine"

     "And just how do YOU know that!?" a rainbow-maned pony challenges, "What are you, some sort of doctor!?"

     Ignoring her comment, you look up at Celestia, "You know, vamponies would be willing to tell you more about themselves if you weren't so rude all the time...no, I'm not a doctor, rainbow pony, but this is what happens to all vampire animals"

     All of the ponies raise an eyebrow at you, hinting that you need to explain further, "When vamponies bite other ponies and don't kill them by sucking all or most of their blood, they change into a vampony in a few minutes. With animals, they lose all resemblance of their former selves for a few hours and turn into savages. Once that is complete, they go into a coma for a few days where they stop breathing entirely. Many ponies bury their pets, thinking that they caught rabies and that they're now dead, only for them to dig themselves up and come back to their owners.

     "Your 'Angel' still had a few hours left of time to be a beast, but since your unicorn friend put him to sleep, he slept through the rest of his aggression and skipped right to 'the great sleep' as it's informally referred to...after a few days, he will be back. He won't want anything to do with carrots, but he will need some fresh blood to sustain him. Comas take a lot of energy, you know, and being such a small animal he will be ESPECIALLY hungry"

     After a moment or two of silence, you speak again, "By the way...why exactly did you knock me out, Unicorn lady?"

     The purple mare smiles sheepishly at your glare, "Honestly? After I save your sorry flanks"

     "It was your fault in the first place" Celestia adds defensively.

     You open your mouth to argue, but...nothing comes out. She's right.

     Sighing, you turn to her, "...touche. Yes, it's true, this is my fault...but, to be fair, I could have left you for dead if I was truly 'evil'"

     "Now wait just a cotton-pickin' minute," the orange earth pony speaks up, "why exactly were ya in her house in the first place?"

     After noticing that all eyes are on you, you sigh, then wave a hoof dismissively, "Alright, you caught me, I was staking out the house because I sensed a LOT of blood. I wasn't going to kill her or anything...well...actually..."

     You trail off, remembering the Ominous voice...then quickly shake your head, trying to forget the thought.

     "Well? Actually?" the princess raises an eyebrow.

     Oh buck, you forgot that they were still in the room for a moment there...

     "Er, nothing" you lie, avoiding eye contact.

     The princess gets down to your level and looks you square in the eyes, "Listen, I deal with lying politicians all day every day, and I have for the past few thousand years. I know an obvious liar when I see one"

     "Well..."-you take a deep breath-"...I heard a strange voice in my head last night when I looked upon the yellow one over there. It kept telling me to kill her, but I didn't. I had to run out of the house to stop myself, though, and that was when I was attacked by that rabbit...I wasn't thinking, so I instinctively lunged at him a few times and, well, the rest is history, I suppose"

     "...a strange voice?" Celestia questions curiously.

     "Deep and rumbling," you answer, "a smooth tone that sounded similar to thunder"

     Celestia thinks for a moment before looking at you deeply, "...I see"

     Lingering for a moment in thought, she opens her mouth to say something, but shuts it as she continues to stare at you. Silence engulfs the group once again.

     Rainbow laughs, "Maybe he's just crazy"

     "Probably," you sigh, "but that won't be a valid explanation for long...the ominous voice said that it will 'rise again'"

     Celestia went white as a sheet. Well, whiter than white as a sheet, considering that she's already white...you know what I mean.

     "Did it give any details as to when?" she whispers softly, evident fear in her voice.

     You shrug, "Not really...but if I was to guess, I'd say 'probably soon'"

     Celestia shook her head quickly and started to walk out of the cottage, "I will get back to you all on this later, right now I must talk to my sister"

     "Wh-what!? Wait! Princess! What about-"-the door quickly slams in Twilight's face-"...the vampony..."

     Her blood runs cold and she turns to you slowly, before proceeding to walk toward you cautiously.

     "Listen, um...what was your name again?" she asks hesitantly, as if it is forbidden knowledge.

     "Uh...does #3, 046, 735 count?" you shrug, amused slightly at the inside joke.

     She rubs the back of her neck, "Not really...but I guess we could call you...um..."

     The pink mare gasps, finally speaking after remaining silent during the depressing conversation, "We could call him NUMBY!"

     Slightly insulted, you turn back to the purple one, "I think just 'you' will do, thanks"

     She rolls her eyes, "Alright...You...since the princess forgot to do anything about you, I guess you're staying here in Ponyville..."

     Sighing, you turn back to the yellow pegasus, "Look, considering this is mostly my fault, I think it would be best if I stayed and helped with...er...your Angel friend..."

     Fluttershy is silent, not even acknowledging the conversation as she stares solemnly at her beloved friend.

     "On second though," you quickly turn back to Twilight, "maybe I should do something less...tempting. Are there any jobs in Ponyville that I can do?"

     "Can you bake?" the pink mare offers hopefully.

     You shrug, "Probably not"

     "PERFECT!" she leaps into the air enthusiastically, "You can start today!"

     Turning to the purple one for an explanation, you raise a single eyebrow silently. She giggles and waves a hoof dismissively.

     "My name's Pinkie Pie!" she announces happily, "But you can call me Pinkie Pie! Nice to meet you, You!"

     You shake her hoof, "Likewise. Where and what will I be baking, Pinkie Pie?"

     "Cupcakes and Sugarcube Corner!" she almost explodes with energy, "No, wait, Sugarcube Corner and cupcakes! You don't work at cupcakes and bake Sugarcube corner! That's silly, you silly!"

     "Are you always like this?" you raise an eyebrow.

     The purple one chuckles, "You get used to it. My name is Twilight Sparkle! This is Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Fluttershy, and Rarity"

     After a round of polite/uncomfortable greetings, all of the ponies quickly make excuses as to why they have to leave.

     "I, uh, have to go buck some apples! Eeyup, I'm a little behind today so-" you stop listening.

     It isn't their fault that they don't want to hang around an undead rabbit and a psychotic killer, they're only ponies. They expected you to be taken to jail by Celestia, anyway.

     Before they leave, however, the Ominous voice returns.

     Kill them all, now, while they're in a convenient location to strike.

     I do not serve you, whoever you are, Strange voice you think back to it bitterly.

     You serve me more than you know

     Your narrow your mental gaze, And what exactly do you mean by-

     "Hey! You! Wake up!" you hear loudly.

     Blinking, you refocus your vision to your surroundings and notice that everypony is gone, save for Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy.

     You missed your chance. They could have all been gone forever, but you blew it. Next time you get such an opportunity, you WILL listen to me. Is that understood?

     Understood, but not accepted. Now leave me alone you almost growl.

     "Huh? What's going on?" you shake your head and look to Pinkie.

     She smiles, "Phew! I thought that you went asleep with your eyes open! C'mon, I have to introduce you to the Cakes!"

Vampony: C2.1.1

No, I can't take them on. I'll never make it to her in time anyway, I just need to get away.

Vampony: C2.1.2

I'll just run in and maul her quickly; then I can fight my way out if I have to. A vampony is smarter than a group of animals, however inexperienced!

     Taking advantage of their shock, you move in to disrupt her transformation. With your superior speed you make it to her a little over halfway across the room and rip her throat open. Less blood pumps out than normal, but you note that you DID just drain most of the blood from her body not to long ago.

     Her screams turn to sputtering and gasping in vain. Her eye twitches and she opens her slowly mouth as she dies, revealing a sharp tooth on the left side of her jaw that seems to have just grown in. Thank Luna you got to her in time, that's a sign that the transformation was nearly completed!

     The animals snap out of their trance, but it's too late. Their beloved master's throat has been ripped open.

     Despite your self-pat on the back, you have no time to admire your work; the animals attack you almost instantly as realization dawns on them.

     A relatively large canine pounces on you and knocks you onto your back, but misses his bite and is quickly thrown off thanks to your quick reactions.

Chomp!

     Gah! A small wolverine clamps its jaws onto your leg and proceeds to gnaw on your flesh. You howl in pain as its powerful teeth make indents in your bone. You kick him off and smash his head with your hoof, squishing the large chunk of your flesh in his mouth. You turn your attention back to the-

     "Gack!" you choke as the canine from before clamps its nasty jaws on your neck.

     In shock, you have no means of retaliation for the first couple of seconds, which is just enough time for all of the other carnivores to get in. Chunks of skin and flesh are ripped from your body as you flail about wildly, inflicting a few hits to your enemies, but not enough to succeed in the long run.

     Finally, in a desperate attempt to escape, you change into a rat and start to slip through the crowd. You squeeze your way through the tangled mess of legs and claws, nearing the exit. The animals stumble around, looking for you, but to no avail. To them you're just a memory. Or so you thought. The bear gets a lucky break and notices you, grabbing you with his massive paws and biting half of your body off with a sickening crunch. The lifeless other half of your body falls limply to the floor. The animals all stare at it with enough abhorrence and disgust to kill a small insect.

     After the skirmish is finished, the animals turn their heads to their beloved friend and role model. She stares blankly at the ceiling in frozen terror, the large gash in her throat now covered in blood thanks to her formerly rapidly beating heart. The canine who attacked you before the others is the first and only to walk up to her. After staring into her eyes sadly to confirm her grim departure, he licks her wound once and only once as to be given a sensual reminder of this sad, sad moment.

     He will never be able to eat anything with blood in it again without vomiting it back up almost instantly and falling unconscious.

The end

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Changeling: C1

I'd rather buck with their relationship than starve, thanks very much.

     Carefully, you sneak from tree to tree, not wanting to disturb the two. You confirm the smaller creature to be a dog, which explains the large amount of love. Dogs will follow their masters to the ends of the Earth if it means they get a little bit of love in return, so it's only natural that the pair are affectionate to one another.

     "Who's a good girl!? Yes ya are! Yes ya ARE!" the orange pony gleefully rubbed her old friend's neck.

     The dog affectionately whined back as a return of the love. Perfect.

     You're close enough to the point where it's hard for you to BREATHE with all the love in the air. The dog is too preoccupied with its owner to notice with its heightened senses that it is being watched...and that's just how it should be.

     After a moment or two of observation of the two, though, you realize that they won't be here forever. You quickly start to feed before they notice you.

     Your horn glows dimly as the love surrounding you seeps into your soul.

     "Haha, Winona! Win...W...huh? What in...in tarnation?" the orange mare blinks, a faint bit of green forming in her eyes, "Why...do I suddenly really love that bush over there?"

     Winona didn't respond happily...she just stared at her owner with a bemused look on her face.

     The mare scowled, "What? What'd I do now?"

     She pushed her former friend off of her roughly and backed up a bit, never breaking eye contact with the dog.

     Oh boy does that full stomach feel good. Wait, does love even fill your stomach? You know what, nevermind, that's not worth analyzing.

     With a grin, you quickly use your new energy to change into...well, you might as well change into a stallion. Changelings don't have genders, but it's always better to change into the opposite sex. It's usually easier to get love that way, anyway.

     You walk back a bit, not wanting it to look like you were just spying on then, then walk back, acting as if you didn't know the two were there.

     Wading through the foliage is no easy task, but you manage to make it through, smiling as the two look in your direction, "Hey! Good morning! My name's...uh..."

     Er...name? Cutie mark. What's your cutie mark...a sombrero? What's that supposed to mean!?

     "...uh...um, George Lopez. My name's George Lopez" you nod, renewing your smile and adding a little bit of a Sponish accent.

     The orange mare blinked, "Huh? Oh, uh, mornin'...my name's Applejack, Stranger"

     "Um...where are we right now?" you rub the back of your neck, trying to maintain an innocent look on your face.

     "Well," she raised an eyebrow, "right now you're on private property..."

     Your eyes widen in fake surprise, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I just got lost in the woods and I heard voices, and, well, here I am!"

     "City's over yonder," she pointed behind you neutrally, "unless ya wanted to come to the farm, of course. We sell fresh-squeezed applejuice everyday"

     You shrug, smiling a little, "Sure, that'd be fine!"

     She nods, then motions for you to follow her. You could have gone to the city, but it may be best to establish a few connections first. Besides, what's in the city right now that won't be there in a few hours?

     "I hope you'll excuse my dog," Applejack glares at the ground in front of her bitterly, "she ain't very bright..."

     Growling next to you make your spine tingle with instinctive fear for a split second before you figure out what exactly is growling.

     Applejack ignores it and continues, "Kinda worthless too, if ya ask me...not even sure why I keep the mutt around nowadays, to be completely honest..."

     Despite her words...she wasn't being honest. The front of her mind didn't care, but something...something in the back of her mind was screaming shrilly and desperately in opposition...but she couldn't hear it.

     The growling intensifies and the culprit trots forward a bit, walking side-by-side with the orange mare. She remains ignored.

     "Heh, maybe if I stop givin' her food she'll just go away...obvious she ain't wanted 'round here" the orange mare sneered, clearly aware of her former best friend's raw anger.

Apple family's farm, a few slightly entertaining minutes later...

     "Whelp, here we are!" Applejack grinned, now much happier than before due to the provoked canine beside her.

     Applejack tips her hat to you and turns to her dog, "'Scuse me a moment...WINONA! I don't wanna see y'all around when this customer's about...could be bad for business"

     The dog scurries off, contemplating running away...no...no, something is holding her back. You can sense it.

     The farm mare nods happily to you, "Right! Now, what're ya lookin' to buy? We've got lots of Apple family products just waitin' to appease yer appetite!"

     You stroke your chin, pretending as if you're deep in thought. Normal pony food has no nutritional value for you, so coming here wasn't really all that helpful, but you don't want to be rude.

     "Hm...well, actually, I just ate, but-" you start before you hear something.

     "Haha, yer so cute, Winona!" a small, girlish voice rings.

     "Applebloom! Get away from her...she might give ya rabies or somethin'..." Applejack scowls.

    Oh, right...Apple FAMILY. Looks like this place could be more helpful than you thought. Families usually love each other...a LOT.

Changeling: C2

...they can be spared...just this once.

     ...it pains you to leave such a magnificent sight. A few days unconscious without food has made you desperate, but even instinct isn't powerful enough to end a friendship as beautiful as that...besides, there should be plenty of opportunities in the town. They might not be as filling or satisfying, but at least they won't do too much damage, right?

     Despite your conflicting emotions and instincts, you must move on. It dawns on you as you walk away that you don't have enough energy to put up a disguise. Looks like you'll just have to be VERY good at sneaking around.

     Entering the town, you immediately dive into a nearby dark alley. Today must be a weekend, as many young ponies are running around gleefully enjoying their day off. Perfect. More love to go around, right?

     The population of ponies outdoors, however, comes with an unwanted sideffect; many more prying eyes roam the streets. Despite the amount of love going around, none of it is obtainable...yet.

     "Changelings are a cut above the usual brute monster because of their outstanding patience!" you remember your old hunting instructor used to say when you were just a larvae, "Without patience, we recklessly charge in without any regard for other hunters in the area"

     Right now, you have no idea if there were any other hunters in the area, but it would be impolite to raise awareness of changelings just in case there ARE. Besides, getting caught is a no go right now; after the Canterlot invasion you're pretty sure any changelings caught will face heavy consequences.

     No, you will wait...and wait...and wait...until the opportunity arises. And then, WAM! Stole your love!

A few hours later...

     You're much hungrier than before, and can even feet faint hints of starvation within your stomach...but it's about to pay off. An unsuspecting couples has just wandered into your range...you can begin to feed. With a mischievous snicker, your horn begins to light up...until you listen to their conversation.

     "...oh sweet CELESTIA, I'm gonna be a father!" the stallion smiled despite his mixed emotions.

     The mare laughed, "I know, isn't it exciting!?"

     He rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, but...what if I'm not a good dad? What if the kid rejects me? I don't know ANYTHING about parenting"

     "Frank..."-the pregnant pony stopped walking and looked at him sternly-"you're going to be the BEST father in the world...I can feel it"

     He blushed violently, trying to speak understandable Equestrian, but to no avail. He was lovestruck.

     Without another word, the mare lightly grabbed him and started to furiously snog with him.

     The sight before you is...kind of disgusting, actually. Changelings have no real concept of love, considering changelings reproduce by gathering love from ponies to magically create eggs. Mates aren't in your genetic code. Offspring, however, are. Any one changeling would willingly give its life to protect an egg, even if it wasn't its own.

     ...that child will grow up without two parents, if you drain their love.

     "Eh..." you wonder aloud, "...can I wait until the next one?"

     Your stomach responds, "No"

     "But...the child" you protest.

     "Buck the child," it growls, "reproduction isn't MY job, so I could honestly care less"

     Sighing, you look back up to the couple...they're walking away. They'll be out of your range if you don't act soon.

     What will you do?

Choice:

1. Eh...alright. They can go...but the next chance I get, I'm going for it. Click here

2. I might not get such a delicious opportunity like this again, I have to take it! +10 sin Click here

Changeling: C2.1

Eh...alright. They can go...but the next chance I get, I'm going for it.

     You watch the happy couple walk off gleefully...that smooch made them love each other even MORE! Hm, well maybe just a little nibble wouldn't-

     No, no, you know once you start you won't be able to stop...just wait for a target with less on the line.

     Your stomach growls, "Idiot! You let them get away!"

     "Yeah! So what if I did!?" you hiss, "Not like you won't get fed, so just chill out for now! I'll take care of you, don't worry..."

     "Fine," it pouts, "but if you don't get some love soon, I'll-"

     You laugh, "You'll what, hop away?"

     It rolls its nonexistent eyes, "Very funny"

     After embarrassing your stomach, you prepare a follow-up retort...but then you realize that you're talking to your stomach. Sweet Chrysalis...are you delusional from malnutrition?

A few MORE hours later...

     Ugh.

     Ugh is the only word that can accurately describe your predicament. You...feel like you're seeing things. Is that Queen Chrysalis doing the hokey pokey in clown shoes and a top hat near that alley? Yeah, must be...

     You feel like someling stuck a knife in your gut.

     "You promised me food! It's almost dinnertime for the ponies and you STILL haven't gotten anything!" your stomach steams.

     Oh no, the voice is back.

     "Look, I said I'll get you food and so I'll get you food, alright? Calm the buck down, sheesh" you growl as you rub your temples.

     "Bah! Just my luck to be stuck with some washed-up bleeding-heart hippy changeling!" it spits angrily, figuratively inches from your face.

     "Hey!" multiple voices squeak from around your body, "His hearts aren't bleeding! We're doing just fine, thank you very much"

     Your stomach boils, "Oh sweet Chrysalis...SHUT UP VESICLES! Did I ask for your opinions!? No, I don't think I did!"

     "What!? Are you kidding me!? You're so immature!" the nearest one whines.

     "Did somebody say KIDNEY!?" your kidney grins.

     "NO!" your stomach and multiple hearts scream in unison, "Shut up, Carl! Nobody wants to hear your worthless opinions!"

     "Hey! Don't tell Carl the Kidney what he can and can't do!" your liver defends his comrade.

     "Alright, let's just calm down everyling...er, I mean, everyorgan" you say slowly, taking a deep breath.

     Your eyes blink, "Guys! Full alert! Prey ahead, 12 o'clock!"

     "Where!? Do you have a visual!?" you ask frantically, anxious to end the hunger.

     "Yeah...I'm your eyes...you don't have to ask, Genius" your eyes roll themselves.

     Ignoring the snide remark, you look directly forward. A mother hangs out of the window of her house and yells off in the direction of some children, "Twist! Dinnertime!"

     A white coated little filly smiles widely as she gallops toward her home, "Oh boy! Can we have thome peppermint thtickth after we eat, Mommy!?"

     The mother smiles warmly, "Sure! I don't see why not!"

     Ooooh...they practically RADIATE love. And it's yours. All yours.

     Your stomach will finally be satisfied...and yet...something pangs at the bottom of your stomach...and it isn't hunger. What is it? Congestion? No, you can't burp...are you sick? No, probably not...it's just anxiousness. Definitely. Yep, that's it.

     ...but deep down inside you know it isn't just anxiousness. It's Guilt. Oooh dear, that one, terrible feeling that has costed you SO much love...so much FOOD...guilt...

     The young filly will soon go inside and her love will be lost to you...but you might not get another chance like this tonight. If you don't eat tonight...you'll probably starve.

     What will you choose?

Choice:

1. Bah...I can survive for a few more hours, right? Click here

2. ...there's no way. Sorry Kiddo, but I don't wanna die. +10 sin Click here

Changeling: C2.2

I might not get such a delicious opportunity like this again, I have to take it!

10 sin added...

Changeling: C2.1.1

Bah...I can survive for a few more hours, right?

A few hours later...

     Wrong. You're going to die.

     The voices in your head rage on, but you can't hear them due to the ringing in your ears. Oh sweet Chrysalis the ringing! Why won't it stop!?

     Your body shakes wildly during the chilly night. You don't have enough energy to keep yourself warm...you're about to die. Yes. Yes, you're going to die...

     The muscles in your legs collapse under your weight, and you fall to the ground. Your stomach is throbbing, you feel like your intestines are starting a riot, and you just want to go home. Home, the hive, so far away.

     BOOM!

     You shiver and shake wildly as you look up toward the source of the explosion.

     There's nothing there.

     BOOM!

     There it is again, so powerful it overrides the ringing. Where is it!? Over there?

     BOOM!

     No, over there, right? No! What is that-

     BOOM!

     sound!? It's like...what's happening right now isn't happening! It's like you're hearing things! It's like you're in a dream!

     BOOM!

     You start to foam at the mouth, your joints twitch, your ears are ringing, you can't feel your insides, and you just want to die. Oh sweet Chrysalis-

      BOOM!

     -you just want to die.

     BOOM!

     Your thoughts pulse around your brain like a clothes dryer full of bouncy balls. Your eyes have reflexively slammed shut. If you could just...open...them!

     ...you don't hear any more noises? Are those...words, maybe? Are you dead? No, you don't see that secretary anywhere, and you still feel the pain.

     Utilizing all of your strength, you pry open your eyelids, if only for a moment.

     ...a hoof...right next to your head. Were those noises hoofsteps?

     "Please...help...me..." is all you can manage to say.

     Sputtering and gasping for air, you slowly fade into unconsciousness. This is the end for you, I'm afraid.

The end

     ...you're not...you're not dead? Are you stuck in limbo or something? Bah! Chrysalis damn it all, you're stuck in limbo again!

     Great, just great. You need to find a phone booth to call the lord of the dead. He'll straighten things out. Wait, does Limbo even have a phone booth?

     Oh, wait, there's a light...a dim light...you're opening your eyes...oh, phew, for a minute there, I thought you were a goner.

     You jolt up instantly...only to be greeted by a pounding migraine. Oooooh sweet Chrysalis that hurts, you slowly lay yourself back down...

     Splash!

     "Gah! Coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold" you shriek as you instantly hop up.

     You shake your head...you were just splashed with cold water. You look around...you're in a jail cell. Ow. The beds here aren't comfortable.

     Oh, yes, right, the water. You notice a guard looking at you impatiently with a dripping bucket in hoof. Looks like you've found the culprit.

     Another pony stands next to him. He is a slender, tan-coated pony with a streak of grey in his greasy mane. He wears a shaggy brown suit and holds a book at his side with the title Equestrian Law.

     He clears his throat, "Thank you, Sir, I'll need to talk to my client for a moment if you could just wait over there"

     The guard responds by sighing and slowly shuffling across the room. Oh, I'm sure he loves his job.

     "...what happened?" you blink, unsure of what to make of the situation.

     The stallion opens his book and starts to read, "Hello. You were apprehended by the Royal Guard at approximately 11:30pm, or 2330 hours, last night. Due to the Sentient Creature Act, article III subsection B, you are entitled to a fair trial at the nearest courthouse, presided over by a county-elected judge. Though the trial may be brief, we expect your full cooperation, as the consequences of your crime may be severe. You will be appointed a lawyer-"

     He straightens his tie, "-that's me, by the way-"

     "-to defend you in your trial" he continues, "You have been charged by the local authorities with the following crimes: unwanted energy absorption, stalking, attempted murder, and loitering"

     "...loitering?" you raise an eyebrow...oh, wait, you don't have eyebrows.

     "Er, you were found on private property" he shrugs.

     He sighs and flips through the pages of the book quickly, "Aaaaand...blah blah blah...yeah, that about covers all of the formal stuff. Your trial will be in two hours. Look..."

     He shifts uncomfortably, "...I can't see us winning. I've dealt with a little over 50 changelings cases this month alone, and, well, yours is about as cliche as it gets. I really, truly sympathize for you, but...you're probably going to be executed"

     ...great. Just great. You think you're going to die, you wake up, and...you're going to die. Lovely.

     "...how did you stop me from starving to death?" you ask, confused about your full stomach.

     "Synthetic care tranfusion packs," he states matter-of-factly, "it's how we keep changelings alive for their trials. Pretty standard stuff, really"

     "Now," he claps his hooves together and puts his book in a briefcase, "I've been told that you have a visitor"

     You raise an eyebr- Er, something above your eye, "Visitor? Is it another changeling?"

     "I don't really know who it is...she passed the changeling magic tests, though" he shrugs as he starts to walk away.

     After such a long shpeal, you're finally aloud to think about everything that's on your plate.

     Wow.

     Loitering? Seriously? You know that if you ever wanted to be executed, you would want it to be something cool, like being some terrorist hiding away for a few years before being assassinated by a group of highly trained aquatic mammals. Loitering is just adding insult to injury, really.

     "You've got five minutes" a deep voice booms.

     You look up. The guardpony from before is standing next to two mares.

     One is pink in both coat color and mane color, but her poofy mane is just a few shades darker. She wears an almost disturbingly cheery smile considering what's about to happen to you. The other is a cyan-coated pegasus pony with a rainbow mane and a significantly less cheery demeanor.

     "...Hi!" the pink one starts the conversation.

     "Um, hello?" you respond, "Who are you?"

     She smiles, "My name's Pinkie Pie, and this is Rainbow Dash! We found you last night and you were all twitchy and foamy and then you went all 'please help me'-y and then I went all gaspy and then we called the police and they got you and-"

     Rainbow sighs, "...ignore her, she's always like this. How are you feeling?"

     ...what's that...what's that feeling in the air? It feels kind of like love...it has the same density, but not the same taste.

     Oh. It's sympathy. Inedible, but...appreciated in such a dark time.

     You rub your head, "I have a throbbing headache, but...other than that, surprisingly good"

     After an moment of silence (And Pinkie Pie rambling on about lemons, of course), you speak again, "...why are you two here? I don't think I know you...do I?"

     "We feel a little..." Rainbow's voice trails off.

     Oh. Oh, all that sympathy is for you.

     You smile, "Sympathetic?"

     Rainbow chuckles, "Yeah, actually, just a little"

     "Yeah!" Pinkie reenters the conversation, "And we wanted you to have a friend for your first time in town!"

     First time in town? What does she think this is, some kind of vacation?

     And...the word friend. That strange, strange word. Changelings don't really have friends per say, just...trusted allies.

     That being said...you're not gonna mention it. It's nice to know you'll have a friend before you die.

     "The doctors told us you were going to die of starvation when we found you. They say it's a miracle you survived...and now you're going to die, so we just wanted to tell you how sorry we feel for you" Rainbow sighs.

     "...I see..." you sigh, taking everything in.

     "What I really wanted to know, though, is why you were starving yourself. I mean, I don't know how you guys work but there HAD to have been enough love around, right?" she asks, with a slight unsureness in her voice.

     After a long pause, you sigh, "There were a few opportunities, yeah, but they were all kind of..."

     You aren't sure what to say. You can't expect ponies to know what changelings go through, can you? Oh sure, they might understand guilt, but they probably don't know changelings well enough to know that changelings usually don't feel guilty.

     "Um...they were all kind of bad. You see, changelings don't really feel love, but sometimes we feel...sympathetic" you lie.

     If these are your first...friends...you don't want them to think that changelings are all bad.

     Rainbow raises an eyebrow, "Then how do you eat?"

     "The nicer of my kin mostly feed on relationships that probably won't go anywhere. I don't really like to mess with love between family members or pets because those can have permanent damage on a pony's life" you answer honestly.

     The guardpony walks over to you, "One minute left"

     She smiles, "We'll be at the trial...say, what was your name again?"

     You shrug, "Changelings don't really have names"

Changeling: C2.1.2

...there's no way. Sorry Kiddo, but I don't wanna die.

     10 sin added...

     Hesitantly...you start to drain their precious, precious love. Hesitance turns to eagerness...and eagerness turns to gluttony. Your stomach screams out in joy.

     "Ooooh sweet CHRYSALIS, this is good..." it gushes in joy.

     The little filly laughs...and eventually starts to cry. The other children look on in confusion as the once-loving mother scolds her child.

     "You know what!? You don't even DESERVE dinner tonight! Just stay out there and play with your stupid friends, see if I care!" she spits at her daughter.

     "Fine!" the small filly sobs, "I didn't want your dumb food anyway, 'Mom'! Actually, I don't even need you! I'm moving in with Dad when I'm 18!"

     "Oh, you little-" the mother screams before she sees something in the alley you're hiding in.

    Boy, that was some good- wait, what does the line above this one say? The alley you're hiding in? Oh dear.

     "Changeling! Changeling!" the mother screams in horror.

     Suddenly, all eyes are on you...oh no, not good, not good, not g-GAK!

     The love you just sucked in is ripped from your body.

     "Get inside, Twist, HURRY!" the mother leaps out of the window and charges toward you, "You! You fowl, worthless little COCKROACH! You are NOT GOING TO HARM MY CHILD!"

     Before the angry mare can get to you, however, you fall on the ground limply.

     Her maternal instincts cut you like a knife. The sheer force of her love exiting your body stops all of your hearts.

     Er...perhaps this isn't the time, but the good news is that because of your death, the mother and child love each other even more. Heh.

The end

Later, in Tartarus...

     The lord of the dead rolls his eyes, "Eh...I thought you'd be SO much better than that, and yet..."

     "It's not my fault, if it wasn't for-" you try to persuade him of your innocence.

     "Oh give it a rest," he sighs, "not like you won't have another shot at this after your damnation...you died with 10 sin so you'll have 10 years of torture"

     You chuckle, "Could be worse"

     "Yeah...hey, by the way, maybe you should try this fanfic again," the narrator- er, I mean, the lord of the dead says (Clearly not shamelessly promoting his own fanfic. No. Definitely not), "if you wanna try a different monster, or just choose a different changeling path, click here"

     "Alternatively, if you want to go back to the chapter before this one, click here" he adds.

     "Really?" you raise an eyebrow.

     The lord of the dead blinks, "...what?"

     "Fourth walls are expensive, you know" you glare.

     He shrugs, "Meh, they can deduct it from my nonexistent salary..."

Ponywolf: C1

I guess I don't have much of a choice, I can't just not tell anypony.

     After briefly glancing at your wound, you notice it's a bit...itchy...maybe it's infected or something?

     Whatever.

     The sooner you get it checked out the better. You don't wanna be some freaky- GAH!

     Stomach cramps tighten up your torso and force you to the ground, wincing in pain. Your wound burns like acid on your skin, and all you can do is scream loudly...and now it's gone.

     All the pain...everything. Except for the itchiness. That's still there.

     You get up, looking around quickly to see if anypony was watching. Oh, good, nopony was there. What a relief, if that happened you'd have to explain and-

     "You okay, Mister?" a young, orange filly that you hadn't noticed before asks.

     Oh dear, this could get complicated.

     You look down. It's one of those cutie mark canopies or whatever.

     "Uh, yeah, I'm fine" you start to awkwardly back away.

     She stares at your wound with wide eyes, "Woah...what did THAT?"

     Grinning an guilty smile, you pat her on the head softly and start to trot away nonchalantly, "Oh it's just a scratch. My, uh...dog! Yeah, my dog and I were playfighting and she got a bit excited, yup!"

     She raises an eyebrow and follows you with great curiosity, "Your dog did that? How gullible do you think I am?"

     Kind of actually, yeah...

     You continue on, ignoring the small filly. She'll get bored sooner or later.

     Or she'll keep following you to the hospital.

     "Did you get attacked in the Everfree forest? What bit you? A puma? A wild dog? A timberwolf?" she gasps, each guess hitting uncomfortably closer to the mark.

     You turn around with a nervous smile, "Oh you silly filly, you should probably get to bed, it's probably past your...what are you staring at?"

     "Uh...look at your wound, Mister" she stares unblinkingly.

     You look down at your leg and gasp. The wound has puffed into a thick black mass resembling a tumor, and several veins are popping out, near the edges of it, pulsing visibly. You hadn't noticed how itchy it got...oh sweet Celestia, why is it this itchy? What's wrong with you!?

     After a few moments of silence and your internal terror, the filly speaks up, "Uh...is that why you're going to the hospital?"

     Broken from your trance, you look back to her and ask in exasperation, "What? How did you know I was going to the hospital!?"

     She rolls her eyes and points behind you.

     You turn around and...ah. The hospital's right behind you. You start to walk toward it.

     "Go away, I'm busy" you...growl?

     Did you just growl? No, no you couldn't have.

     Your walk turns to jog...and your jog turns to a run.

     What's happening to you?

     Just before you reach the doors, you collapse again in silent agony. Did somepony just stab each of your muscles simultaneously!? Ah! What is this sharp pain!? What's going on!?

     Your mane starts to grow and your face starts to get hairy...oh sweet Celestia no...

     Scrambling to your hooves, you gallop to the reception desk inside.

     The nurse looks up at her paper work and raises an eyebrow, "What's wrong with y- OH SWEET CELESTIA!"

     She notices your wound and gawks.

     The last look on your face in your own, sane mind for the rest of the night is one of pleading. Wordlessly, you foam at the mouth and try to ask- neigh, to SCREAM for help! But nothing comes out. Your vision blurs at first, you fall unconscious for what seems like hours, but turns out to only be a few moments...and you look up.

     You can hear and smell and taste everything around you. All you can see is...red. Different shades of red, but just a bunch of red.

     Did somepony just come into the room? No, a BUNCH of ponies just came into the room. Gah, your vision is too confusing to follow, and...your instincts tell you to rely on your other two senses.

     Noticing for the first time that the nurse behind the reception counter has been screaming shrilly, you start to listen to the other ponies and their speech patterns. They're panicking.

     "Oh sweet Celestia, what is that...thing!?" the one in the front recoils in horror.

     Thing? THING? THING!?

     WHAT THE BUCK DO YOU MEAN 'THING'!? I'LL KILL YOU YOU BASTARD!

     Something inside of you snaps. You leap on the stallion angrily and...everything goes red. Not black, red. What's happening? Did you die? It doesn't feel like when you died before...oh, wait, you're waking up.

     "Agh..." you slowly climb to your trembling hooves.

     Your muscles ache in protest of the action and force you back to the ground. You sleep in for another few minutes.

     Once you finally feel fit enough to at the very least stand...you get up. Your muscles aren't aching, your vision isn't red, and you don't have a big black thing on your le- YOUR WOUND!

     Looking down quickly, you're relieved to find that your wound is just a small scar, now, barely noticeable unless inspected thoroughly.

     After a few moments of gathering yourself together, you take note of your surroundings.

     You're in a cave of some sort. The darkness around you makes it difficult to see a few feet in front of your face, but your eyes quickly adjust.

     A pack of timberwolves lay around you in a gruesome display. Some of their heads are smashed in with their bodies laying lifeless on the ground, while others lay in a puddle of their own sap blood with permanent looks of agony etched on their faces. You grimace and quickly look away at the sight of a mother curled up dead around her horribly mangled pups.

     Well, that would explain why you're covered in tree sap. But what's this mud? Oh, wait, that's blood.

     You quickly trot toward the cave exit and- Woah, woah, woah, wait, what does that line above this one say? Blood? You're covered in blood!? But that means...

     A cold shiver runs down your spine when you notice the torn up corpse of a pony in a formerly white coat, now stained with blood.

     You strain yourself to remember what happened last night...

Last night...

     As you leap upon the the stallion, streaks of crimson fly everywhere. You can't see them because they blend in with your red vision, but you can taste them. Oh Celestia you can taste them.

+20sin, 20sin total...

     Cries of fear slice through the air like a razor, only amplifying after you leap upon another of the dead pony's colleagues.

+20sin, 40sin total...

     Somepony pulls a fire alarm in the panic of the moment. Its shriek splits your now sensitive eardrums and stuns you for a few seconds. Crying out in pain, you stumble out of the hospital and away from the terrible noise.

     Your instincts flare as you search for a new meal, just when you spot the city. A bloodlust overcomes you and you ready yourself for a town full of food, when all of a sudden you feel something small and hard strike your back.

     Turning around, you notice an old, white-coated doctor with nearly all of his mane grey from a lifetime of medical practice with a rock in his hoof.

     "Hey! You dumb tub of lard, come and get me!" he screams as he pelts you with another rock.

     Rage consumes you, and you leap after him. He yipes and quickly runs toward the infamous Everfree forest opposite the town.

     He's fast for an old one...but not fast enough.

     After a while of running through the forest, he starts to show signs of fatigue. You ruthlessly smash through the foliage in your way toward the target.

     In desperation and exhaustion, he leaps into a nearby cave.

     He'll be trapped in there.

     All alone.

     And all yours.

     All yours.

     You start to run after him, when suddenly you stop...what are you doing? You're chasing down an innocent stallion who hasn't done anything wrong in his life. What the buck is wrong with you!?

     The red fades from your eyes, and the hatred from your soul.

     Before you can get away from him before you harm him more, however, you hear a scream from inside the cave.

     Dashing in, you find him being brutally torn up by timberwolves.

     Time slows down as he stares at you. Away from home, tired, in pain, never going to see his loved ones ever again...his sad eyes stab you in the heart.

     You close your eyes and bow your head in respect for the doctor who sacrificed himself to save the town.

     A low growl causes your eyes to peel open.

    Several timberwolves stand defiantly in front of you, growling. In the background, two younger timberwolves aggressively play tug-of-war with his corpse.

     The red returns to your vision, and you slowly rise up as to intimidate the wolves. They back up, taking in your massive size.

     Before they have a time to attack, however, you let out a loud, angry roar.

     Pouncing on each timberwolf, you take them all on one by one. They desperately bite and claw at you, but to no avail. Their wooden teeth merely splinter and fail to penetrate your rough hide. Some lay on their backs and expose their bellies to you as to show submission and surrender. They turn out to be the easiest to kill, because they don't run away when you approach.

     Red blinds you once more and...

Currently...

     You open your eyes. After staring at the corpse of the doctor for a while...you look toward the cave entrance.

     It appears to be morning.

     The more you think about last night...the more it tugs at your heartstrings.

     You should go help them, you know...help them at the hospital. It's the right thing to do...

     That last thought lingers...and sinks in.

     It's the right thing to do...

Choice:

1. I'll go back to the hospital...somepony has to know what happened. -10sin Click Coming soon

2. Well...I can't go back. I'll be executed for sure. Click Coming soon

Ponywolf: C2

What am I going to tell the doctors? I don't know what they'll do, but I don't wanna risk it.

     You ignore your...strangely itchy wound and decide to walk home. Maybe you can rent a book about ponywolves from the library or something.

     That can be done later. Right now, though, you're too tired to want to do anything

     What were you doing in the middle of the forest running from a ponywolf anyway? During the full moon? Really? What were you thinking?

     Oh, right, you wanted to pick up the wolfsbane stew you ordered from that witchdoctor zebra...thing...dude. You heard threats about ponywolves sighted around Ponyville, and you wanted to be safe.

     Ha.

     Oh dear, the irony's thick enough to slice through with a knife.

     Why is your wound so itchy? Better put some hydrogen peroxide on it at home, it might be infected. Or maybe this is a side effect from the-

     "Gah!" you cry out in pain as you collapse to the ground.

     Your muscles lock up and your stomach clenches. What's happening!?

     Just as suddenly as the pain comes, however, it disappears. Geez, what was that all about?

     You quicken your pace toward your home. You're nearing your house anyway, but you don't want somepony to see you like this.

     Grunting, you stop to scratch your wound. Why? Why is it so itchy!?

     Oh sweet Celestia, it's starting to burn now.

     Now at a full gallop, you clench your teeth, starting to feel the pain from before again.

     Your keys! Where are your keys!?

     Chasing your tail a few times in panic, you look down at your doormat. Oh, heh, right, you keep it under the mat. No reason to panic, right? Not like your wound is- OH NO!

     The wound on your leg has now swollen into a dark black, puffy mass. You notice that a few veins can be seen pulsing with every one of your frequent heartbeats. The puncture wounds from the teeth have unscabbed over and are now little splotches of crimson in between a large body of black flesh.

     The sight of such a grizzly sight makes you sick to your stomach.

     You fumble for your key and unlock the door with a shaking hoof. Scrambling inside, you notice your roommate on the couch in his uniform for his new job.

     As he lays sprawled out on the couch, you stop for a moment...noticing his exposed jugular. No, no, what was that feeling? Lust?

     If you're changing into...something you don't want to, you've gotta be somewhere where you won't harm him.

     Frantically, you shake him awake, "Thunderlane. Thunderlane! Wake up buckface!"

     He snorts, yawns, and looks up at you with droopy eyes.

     "Whaddayawant?" he manages to gargle before he turns over and tries to fall asleep again.

     You surprise him by picking him up and tossing him outside.

     "Woah, woah, woah, what's the hurry, dude?" he protests.

     "No time to talk need time alone go somewhere until the morning no I don't wanna talk about it" you shoot off and attempt to slam the door in his face.

     He sticks his hoof in the way, "Woah, what's that thing on your leg? You alright?"

     Idiot! If you could just- No, no, no, no killing, no way no how, he's your roommate.

     "JUST GET OUT OF HERE!" you roar, pushing him to the ground roughly before slamming the door.

     You tear through the house looking for somewhere, ANYWHERE to keep you contained.

     Closet? No, no, too cramped.

     Your room? No, you'll smash right through that door.

     Think, think, think...aha! The basement!

     Sprinting for the basement, you can already feel yourself turning.

     You slam the door, lock it, and quickly hop down the stairs. Bah! If there was just some way you could trap yourself in here! You desperately look around for something- ANYTHING to keep you contained...aha! A sledgehammer! That gives you an idea!

     You lift the object, judge its weight for a moment, then take a few whacks at the supports keeping the staircase up. It quickly tumbles down in a manner that your ever-growing destructive side finds incredibly appealing...now if you could just find some rope- GAK!

     Falling to the floor, you feel your body start to change. Intelligence is wrung from your brain as feral instinct seeps in. After a few last moments of panic, your vision goes completely red, and you have no control over your body.

     For a few moments, you see nothing but red. Not black, just a lot of red. What's going on? Are you dead or something? No, it doesn't feel like it did before...oh, wait, you're waking up.

     Opening your eyes, you take in a sharp gasp of air. It's dark...but your eyes quickly adjust.

     Ugh.

     Wherever you are, it's a complete mess. Boxes are scattered all around, some torn, some bitten, some shattered, but most are wrecked with their contents strewn across the floor.

     Groaning, you attempt to climb up to your trembling hooves...and promptly fall back down. As you lay there in the dark, you notice that your wound has turned into a small scar, barely noticeable unless examined closely.

     After recovering, you shake your head quickly to shake off the sleepiness, then look around for the light switch. Once the lights come back on, however, you kind of wish they were back off. Almost all of your and your roommates junk is broken. Heck, a majority of the stuff isn't even recognizable.

     Glass litters the floor like a crime scene, and some pieces of metal are even embedded in the floor. Large, jagged claw marks are etched into the walls as if something was trying to claw its way out.

     Looking behind you, you can see that it almost worked. Where you were formerly laying was massive dent in the ground that punched straight through the concrete and into the dirt below. You grimace, imagining what would have happened if you  had had more time...but there's no point in wondering about the what ifs, what matters is the here and now.

     Here and now, you hear police sirens.

     Your eyes widen as realization hits that...they're right outside.

     Frantically, you head for the staircase, but remember that it had been knocked over last night. You're trapped! Panic sets in more when you hear hooves stomping around upstairs.

     Just as you're about to give up hope, you notice a ventilation pipe with its cover hanging by a screw on the wall across the room. Although you couldn't fit in it as a ponywolf, you could probably fit through it as a regular pony! But do you have time? Eh...you'd rather look for another option.

     Well, you could hide in rubble of the mess you've made...but they'd probably find you eventually.

     You snap out of your secret-agent-escape-plan mode when you hear them try the basement door. Thank Celestia that it's locked...you know, now that you think about it more...maybe you should tell the police.

     It's not like they'll kill you, heck, maybe they'll get some doctors to help you. It's worth a shot...not like any of your other plans are all that amazing.

     Hm.

     What will you do?

Choice:

1. Climb through the vents, buck the police! Coming soon

2. Hide in the rubble, buck the police! Coming soon

3. Get caught by the police, buck the- Er, love the police! Coming soon

Incubus: C1.1

Eh...it's not right...oh well, you'll listen to your conscience and pass her up.

Incubus: C1.2

     ...whatever. You'll buck her. But, uh, this one doesn't count...yeah, that's it. This won't count as a sin. Definitely.

     Grinning widely, you take a few moments to gather your baring before you think of your plan of attack.

     Sure, incubi could use their powers to make ponies have sex with them, but they had to charmingly seduce them FIRST.

     She's nerdy...so she probably likes a big, strong stallion. You change your muscles to look a bit bigger, then work on your face. Does she like glasses? Maybe...better have some anyway...you can always take them off.

     Dawning a frumpy sweater to hide your muscles, you walk inside nonchalantly and take a look around quickly. A book on how to pick up mares...how appropriate. You take the miniature book and stick it inside a bigger, more complex-looking algebra book and position yourself near the counter so that it looks like you're reading the algebra book.

     You feign interest and pass the time by reading the smaller book.

How to pick up mares by Drew Carey

Chapters:

1. Introduction

2. The athletic one

3. The energetic one

4. The nerdy one

5. The "Just-a-friend" one

6. The slutty one

7. The sexually repressed one

8. The shy one

9. The abusive one

10. 10 signs that you're in the friend zone

     You notice chapter four and flip to it stealthily.

     Nerdy mares are some of the most difficult, because you might actually have to LEARN something to get to them. The best method has been debated by pimp scholars for centuries, but most agree that the best way to get into this kind of mare's heart is to ease your way in over the course of a few months

     Eh...that's not good. You don't have TIME to make friends and then buck her.

     But if you're looking for that quick fix seduction,

     Oh, thank Celestia.

     you'd really need to cater to her desires in a stallion. Usually, their dream guy is a hot stallion with rippling muscles that just so happens to be just as smart as she is. The best way to go is to cram a few quick nerd concepts into your brain before talking to her. Small talk to get a conversation started, maybe a nerd question of some sort, but then you're on your own, completely reliant on your prior knowledge.

     You hastily start power-learning mathematical concepts from the larger book.

     Transitive property, blah blah blah, pythagorean theorem, blah blah blah, quartic functions, blah blah blah...

     Okay, you think you're ready. You'll start with a- wait, is she looking at you? You look up, but she quickly looks away in a random direction...she thinks you're hot. Fighting back a smile, you take your sweater off, revealing a body that you could bounce marbles off of.

     The ploy works; it immediately draws her attention, and, despite her best efforts, she can't look away.

     Taking your glasses off, you smile charmingly, "Excuse me?"

     She snaps out of it and looks up to your face, blushing, "Oh, um, hi there..."

     "Are you good at math? Could you please explain what a..."-you search through your thoughts for a random math word-"...quartic is? It's so confusing..."

     She clears her throat and looks away, "Oh, um, alright...i-if you insist- Er, I mean, sure, I'm good at math, um, m-my name is Malene..."

     They're always easier when they're socially awkward. Heh.

     Smiling, you realize that...you don't really have a name...would #3, 046, 735 count?

     "Um, my name is...Drew Carey" you smile back, holding out a hoof to shake good naturedley.

     She returns it, blushing, then starts explaining it to you enthusiastically.

     You stop listening, and can't help but smile.

     Wow, this is great! She's sooo into me! Maybe I can...

     You realized that she stopped talking, and she's looking...at your algebra book...and the little book inside it...oh dear...

     She looks up at you, "Were you trying too...?"

     Abort mission, abort! Abort!

     ...no...no, you have a way out of this. You can do this! It's time to engage 'Shy secret admirer' mode!

     "Um...well, yeah...I'm so sorry, I've been trying to talk to you for a few months, but..." you stop, blushing, then close the books.

     You avoid eye contact, "Sorry, I guess I got maybe a little out of hoof or-"

     "Aaaw!" she hugs you happily...you've got this!

     "Y-you're not mad?" you reply meekly.

     "NO!" she makes you jump at her seriousness.

     She clears her throat and blushes violently, "I mean...no...I kind of thought you were cute..."

     You give a fake, meek smile, "Heh...thanks"

     After a few moments of awkward silence, she speaks once again, "Do you wanna go get a slushie or-"

     "How about no?" you smile and start to use your incubus magic on her.

     Your eyes flash purple and hers as well as she is entranced by your spell, "I wanna go make love"

     She smiles, "Yes...yes, I want to too..."

     You get behind her and lean her on the counter. Yes. The hunt was successful. She squeals in pain a little as you pop her cherry...but she enjoys the rest of it. Her loud moaning shakes the store, but thankfully doesn't draw the attention of any passersby.

     Right at the end, once you finish your climax, she wilts a little, having some of the energy drained from her soul.

     Just then, a door bursts open next to you, "What's going on down he-"

     A large stallion gasps as he sees you get off of his daughter, "WHAT DID YOU DO!?"

     You smile sheepishly, "Oh, uh, hello there, Sir! Your daughter and I were just-"

     CLANG!

     You're smashed in the face with a cash register...you wake up in a prison cell with a guard tsk tsking you on the other side of the bars.

     "...an incubus...haven't seen one of you here in a few years" he says nonchalantly.

     You facehoof, "Oh no..."

     "But if you were a regular pony, you'd still be in trouble...she was underage..." he finishes flatly.

     Your eyes go wide, "What!? How was I suppose to-"

Flashback, during sex with her...

     "I-I-I-I-I-I-I'M UN-UN-UN-UN-UNDER-DER-DER-DERAGED! I'M UNDERAGED!" she moans, her body in sync with your thrusts.

     "Shh...Daddy's busy" you whisper into her ear softly with a smile, not having understood or cared about what she said.

Back to the present

     "Oh, right..." you rub the back of your neck awkwardly as he walks away, "Wait! You don't understand! I need sex to live! Literally! I was just eating!"

     "Need sex to live, huh?" you spin around...and see a large pony about twice your size standing behind you.

     He smiles a toothless smile, "Well...I guess that makes two of us"

     Forcing you onto the bed, he starts to laugh and...well, you can probably guess what happens next.

THE END

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