Foxfire's Tail (extended)

I woke up, still in the clearing thank Celestia and all things below her regal hooves and....holy buttocks?

Wait, holy buttocks?

OKAY, NOT COOL. NOT COOL, YOU FUCKING PERVERTED HORNY BASTARD. THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME THINK LIKE THIS, NOT.

I smacked myself to get the image of the stallion and Celestia getting it on out of my head.

This is NOT a good morning.

-Foxfire takes a glass of tea and chugs it down like it's royal liquor in two seconds-

Please, you're more than old enough to understand that thought, so shut up and listen for once in your damn life! Oi!

Anyhow, The sun was glaring me in the face all the way from the sky. I stood up, really wobbly. I looked at the space between my legs and was met with more shock. My tail was blood crimson and...really, really fluffy. I moved the whole thing, and it was at least as long as Celestia's tail--perhaps longer, even...? Near the end of this beastly tail was a patch of solid white. Who stuck my tail in paint, cause that's what it looked like then!

-Foxfire groans, then shows the end of her tail-

But I knew something wasn't quite right when I looked at my flank. There was...a blur of grey and two more of blue? I rubbed my eyes because they failed me that time, as far as what the objects were shaped like were concerned. After I rubbed my eyes dry of sand and leftover tears and shook my head shortly afterwards, I looked at the objects once more.

Two cyan orbs of fire and...a fox mask?

I took a moment to think about it.

I was... a kitsune-pony hybrid thing???

I walked back to the pond and knelt down for another drink, this time taking note my ears had become black. I drank a lot less water than I had done last night. That blue fire last night...was that my talent? To set shit ablaze? Or was it...something more?

Despite my dad being a unicorn, I tried magic left and right as an earth pony and kept failing at it. So I ended up not trying anymore.

Well, I got my foalhood wish granted, seeing how I now had a fucking horn on my head.

But what happened to get that horn, I honestly expected it to be a lot simpler than that hell!

I got up from my drink and my stomach grumbled loudly.

When was the last time I ate? I looked at my stomach and could see my ribs. Great, I was fucking emaciated now!

I looked at my teeth. I still had flats for plant-chewing, but I also had canines of my own.

At least I could have my fucking celery still. I LOVED that vegetable.

I jumped from my reflection and into battle mode as something rustled in the bushes nearby.

Out from the bushes stepped a few Changeling drones.

"Scan her. She looks strange." Said one.

The horn of the second one began glowing green. He approached me and tapped his horn on my head. A few seconds later, he jumped back screaming.

Who'd blame him? I wouldn't, that's for sure.

"She's half chimera, but she can turn into a Changeling if she wanted to!" He shouted, pointing a holey hoof at me.

"Say what?" I replied, feeling my jaw physically drop onto the ground.

"Try turning." Said the third.

"Fix my wings first." I replied impatiently.

The horns of all three drones began glowing a mystic blue as I felt bones being repaired. Soon, I was able to move them again.

Their horns stopped glowing. "NOW try turning." Repeated the third drone.

I sighed, then entered a state of deep concentration. Fire began flickering around my whole body as I felt myself changing. It stopped as I peered into my reflection once more. My mane was much the same, just a bit longer. My horn was as contorted as that of Chrysalis's horn, and my wings were smaller than they were previously. They were still encased in black feathers, black chitin present where fur had been, save for my midsection and above my tail base, which were replaced with a sapphire blue carapace and ribcage. My eyes did not have dual irises, but were like those of Changeling eyes nonetheless. Blue, catlike, all-around weird. My tail now matched my damn mane this time, and my legs had glowing blue cheese-holes in them. They, unlike most Changelings, were the only part of my body that did have holes at all. My canines were so big they jutted out of my maw even when it was closed.

"Well, damn." I said, blinking a few times. I turned to the drones again

"But she isn't a queen! Take her down!" Shouted the first drone.

"She mustn't overthrow Chrysalis!" Said the second.

My horn began crackling to life again as right then and there the drones stopped dead in their tracks. All three had petrified looks on their faces as I burned them blacker than they would ever be. The smell of freshly-cooked Changeling flesh filled the area.

Reluctantly, I walked to the now-cooked corpses and cut one ajar using my horn.

And took a bite.

It....was good. I swear my eyes went white with ecstasy as I dined like a king that day. I cleaned the chitin of all specks of flesh--organs, bones, everything. Thankfully, none of them were pregnant at the time. But as I ate, something entered my head.

In my head, I was looking at a calender that was currently on September of last year. I turned around, saw the demon, and the memory went to darkness. It bothered me greatly as I picked my teeth clean with the horns of the dead food, which with the wings became my souvenirs. I reverted to my other form and stuffed them in my tail fur.

"Why can't I remember what happened in September?" I asked myself as I rose from the carnage.