Tales of a Gatomon

Funny thing about my transformation, any time I try to actually think about the fact I was no longer human, my mind drifted onto other things. Like now with the ponies below me.

As the group of pastel ponies gathered around the remains of my meal, I realized I actually felt bad about eating the rabbit as I watched the animal hoarding (there are like, fifty-nine birds alone in the house) pegabitch cry. But only a little, she was a bitch after all. The other five all gathered around the crying mare, saying comforting things to their baling companion.

It made me want to throw up when Pinkie Pie (who I added to my list of ‘people I know the names of’) started to sing a song about getting over death, but remembering your loved ones. The message was nice, but her voice just drove me crazy. As the pink monstrosity sang Twilig used some kind of cleaning ray from her horn top clean the rug.

‘So the horny ones are living vacuums, good to know. And were the hells that music coming from?’  Glancing around I noticed a nondescript radio half hidden in a corner

As the pink pains painful voice stopped, I noticed that the yellow one, Flutter-something-or-other (I’m terrible with names, ok?) seemed to be a little happier. The six talked for a little bit, the flying blue one ranted about how she would find the ‘majorly un-cool son of a timber-wolf that did this and make him pay’. However, the orange one, Applelack, pointed out that whatever had done it (i.e. me) was probable long gone. Not to mention they had no way to track me, or even knew what I was. All with an adorable cowboy accent. I laid down on my cross beam, tail and paw dangling over the sides as I mentally congratulated myself on the perfect crime.

Another thing about my transformation, it doesn’t appear to all be blatantly obvious stuff that I recognize easily. For example, I know I would feel relief about getting away with eating someone’s pet, but now I feel smug about it. Also, I’m not disgusted about eating the rabbit.

“Not necessarily,” Twilig suddenly said,” I just remembered that there was a broken cage in the other room next to where we found Angels b-body.” She stuttered at the word, and all the others cringed while the hoarder started crying again. I suddenly had a sense of dread was over me.

‘And their goes the smugness. Welcome back worry.’

“And your point is, darling?” A snobbish sounding white unicorn with a hideous purple mane asked.

‘God her voice is annoying,’ I thought to myself as I felt the hair on my neck raise at the unpleasantness that is her voice.

“My point is, whatever k-killed Angel was most likely in that cage,” with a slightly green face, the purple mare faced her crying friend” Fluttershy,” so that’s the bitch’s name” what was in that cage?”

As they all turned to face the pony I hated most in the room, I had a sudden thought. I had no clue as to how to go about surviving in this world. No clear idea as to how their monetary system worked, if anyone would hire a talking cat, or even where I really was.

So I came up with a quick plan. Until I could learn how to function in this world, I would have to act like a normal, non-talking cat and hold back on my new powers.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Now I know the plans not perfect, far from it, but it’s all I have. I don’t know if I could trust these ponies, the cage said no, and I’m not about to announce myself to a possibly hostile world.

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Fluttershy looked at her friends with tear stained eyes. She tried to speak but her throat felt like it was full of cotton. Finally, she managed to mutter, “A cat.”

The other five looked confused at what Fluttershy had said.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up here,” Rainbow Dash said, leaning against the table,” are you saying that you think a little kitty-cat broke out of a cage and ate your rabbit?”

“Um, yes.” Fluttershy responded meekly.

“Bwahaha!” Rainbow Dash laughed heartily, throwing her head back, mirthful tears in her eyes.

“Rainbow! How could you laugh at this terrible tragedy to have befallen our dear Fluttershy?” Rarity scolded her laughing friend.

“Yeah Dashie, that’s like, the meanest most nastiest thing you’ve done in your whole life!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed in her usual dramatic flair.

“Calm down,” Rainbow said, folding her fore hooves, "I just meant the idea of a little kitty cat actual shredding a steal cage is funny! Come on Twilight, back me up!”

The resident librarian slowly nodded while saying,” While the idea of a cat destroying a cage is humorous, you really should not have laughed at her Rainbow Dash.”

“Ya,ya,ya. I’m sorry okay? So where is this cat anyway?” The last was directed to the element of kindness, who looked thoughtful for a moment before moving as if to answer.

As if to answer the question for her a white form dropped from above the six friends onto the table. The cat let out a soft meow before curling into a ball and casting a baleful look at the element bearers before going to sleep.

“Ah guess that answers that.”