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