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