Things Are Alive

I woke this morning and flushed feeling a mess between my legs; what did I dream of last night? I didn't really need to ask it had to have been related to Octavia; it was always Octavia. I hated her and how she forced my thoughts with that sweet as honey voice, it trapped my thoughts from that pony I had killed; the one I had stabbed to death with my still broken horn.

It was a sickening memory and I loved it, I wish I could remember when I stabbed her; the sounds of her cries of pain and her begging for her life. I image the taste of her blood in my mouth as I greedily drink from the wounds.

I screeched like I was a little filly at my first Nightmare Night when I thought of blood; I wasn't a vampire like Vinyl or Octavia but I had a stronger blood lust then they did. I could smell it in the air even and I smiled smelling it in the air already with traces of a more alluring scent as well "Twilight? y'all in there?" I almost cooed in response wanting her.

She came into my room and I shut the door behind her; Applejack is an earth pony whose body showed how much she loved her work on the farm. She had stung and sturdy legs that were only comparable to her beautiful mane "Twilight what are-"

I was leaning on her with my mind in a haze "hi Applejack" my voice was laced with something that felt like syrup while I cooed.

She started to shake under my body and I was enjoying it throughly "you feel cold AJ, how about you take a seat?" I had her sit down on the floor and she covered her ears and she started pleading for me to get off of her. I was in love with her please and the way her body felt under mine and the quiver she had to my touch.

I almost most let myself give into the urge to take her and press my lips against hers before taking her body under mine; I retreated back instead with meek apologies.

I hid behind my book fort, it was the only source of comfort I had in this now crazy world that had been created after I had come back from the forest with my broken horn and torn flesh. I cried as the thoughts started to hit me; the thoughts of lust for Octavia and the fear for that thing.

I was sobbing but they caught in my throat when what happened in the forest returned to my memory; I smashed into my book fort destroying it like my last thread of control on the world. That thing had taken me and changed me.

I went into a frenzy losing all control of my magic that ripped the books from the shelves. I roared in pain as the magic having no other target started to tare my body from the inside… it was killing me. My magic was killing me.

And then everything was silent.