Tales of a Gatomon

“Oh, it’s great to see you awake, Mrs. Cat.” The yellow pony said in a voice that I could only compare to a mouse in a church, as it approached my cage. The word ‘Mrs.’ caught my attention and I scrambled to inspect my body to try and find a way to deny my possible femininity.

I failed. What I found instead was a pure white body with a long tail (which oddly enough had a gold ring around it) a pair of fluffy ears and some paws covered in large yellow gloves. Gloves which had two inch claws sticking out of theme. Lastly I noted that I was most definitely female.

Mortified, I fell back on my feline behind.

“Oh dear, was I to loud? I’m so sorry, please forgive me! I know I need to control my shouting.” The mare (I think that’s what a female horse, pony? Whatever is called) did what I assumed was supposed to be the pony version of the puppy dog pout as a way to convince me to forgive her for her “shouting” or something like that. However I was too busy focusing on more important endeavors, like having a panic attack over having ones genetic code played with like a cat with a ball of yarn.

In fact I was so focused on this critical discovery that I almost missed the purple unicorn that came barging in.

Key word in that sentence being almost.

She, I got the impression from the hair (Mane?) that ‘she’ had, slammed the door open before yelling, “Fluttershy! Come quick, I need your help!”

“Oh dear, what’s wrong Twilig-“

“No time to explain, come on!” the purple mare, who I could only assume was named ‘Twilig’, grabbed the flamingo maned butterball and ran out the door again, slamming the door on the way out. And left me here. Alone. In a cage. Which I just now noticed had no food or water. And I realized I had no idea how long ago I had eaten last. It felt like forever.

Fuck. That.

“You banana butt, and every one you care about, have just made my shit list. Prepare for my unholy vengeance!” I hissed, despite no one being around to hear my promise of vengeance. Except a small white rabbit that was giving me a glare under the classification of ‘stink eye.’

Well it looks like I just found my dinner.

“Here bunny~ Come here you wascally wabbit, come to Gatomon.” I (tried to) coo. I didn’t question why I didn’t use my actual name, but saying it just felt right. ”I promise I won’t hurt you. I just want to ea- I mean play with you.”  For all my coddling and promises that damn white rabbit stayed just out of my reach, mocking me by shaking its furry behind in my face.

I growled, literally, and tried to push the cage door open with no luck. I faced palmed (face pawed? Nah, that just sounds stupid.) when I realized that it was locked. Really, I should have known that it would be locked. I studied the door for a few moments before finding the lock. Deciding to use a move I’ve seen a thousand times in the cartoons I used to watch as a kid, I stuck one of my gloved claws into the lock and tried to pick it despite having no lock picking experience. Needless to say I failed, much to the rabbit’s amusement.

And he had this god damn smug smile on his face as he just stood there.

Taunting me.

As I was fuming, I felt a flash of comprehension as vaguely familiar knowledge came to the front of my mind. And I put on a bloodthirsty grin. Much the rabbit’s bewilderment.

“Neko Scratch!”

The cage door was shattered like glass by my glove covered paw. My grin stretched wider as I gazed at the site of the, now petrified bunny before pouncing.

---One grisly rabbit dinner later---

“Nayahhh, that sure hit the spot. Hmmm, I didn’t even know I liked rabbit. Or raw food for that matter. Whatever, now what to do.” A yawn escaped my lips and I lightly blushed. No idea why. Looking around I found a clock next to a bird house, the bird hiding inside like all the other animals, declaring that it was about noon. “Nap time!” I decided before searching for a suitable spot to nap at.

Finding a suitable spot on a bed, which I assumed belonged to this ‘Fluttershy’, I curled up and began to nod off. I didn’t question all the actions I’ve been taking that I probably wouldn’t be taking if I were a still human. Hell, I even stopped caring that I had switched genders. All that mattered was taking my nap, and the one that wakes me would face me and all my feline fury.

As it turned out it wouldn’t be one being to face my fury, but six.

They all came barging in, all excited, talking about how they had just managed to defeat someone called ‘Nightmare Moon’, she’s on my list too, and saying that she was much easier to beat than Discord…Wait.

Discord.

Why does that sound familiar? Oh yeah that’s the prick who turned me into a digitalized female feline. And if there saying that they beat him that means that they know him. And if they know him then they know where he is. So maybe they’ll tell me where he is.

I need to send him a fruit basket after all.

I don’t know if he did something to my mind or if I genuinely feel like thanking him for spicing up my life, but I personally don’t care. This is the most exciting thing that has happened to me and I’m loving it. Except the whole ‘girl’ thing, but I’m moving past that. Really.

Maybe I’ll kick him before I give him the basket. Neko Kick him that is.

I watched theme from atop a cross beam as they walked over towards the area my cage had been when I realized I had not bothered to clean the blood from the floor, luckily I had washed my fur before my nap.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

And there’s the mortified screams. Geez, it’s like these ponies have never seen a dead rabbit.

Ponies…Ponies are herbivores…corpse…riiiigggghhhhhtttttt.

“The buck?!”

“Oh my word…”

“What kind of monster could have done this?”

“A-an-angel?”