Tales From Fallen Ponies

BAM! I saw a white mare body slam into the wall next to me.  My eyes were horrified and widened.

When the smoke cleared, it was my friend The Trolling Mare. "No!" I screamed as Icy emerged from the debris.

I quit trying, and felt my body change-merge into part wolf.

My teeth sharpened, my fur grew longer, along with my muzzle, a cold wolf nose on top. The pain was unbearable, but I tried to stay cool.

Finally, my eyes and ears sharpened.

I unsheathed my claws, and nuzzled my passed out friend, placing her in a closet quickly.

"Let's make this fair." I growled, cracking the cameras with my paws, smiling my evil filled grin.

"Hey! That was proof!" Icy Talon hissed, and tackled me to the ground.

"Ah, but the tapes are still there about you harming my friend." I growled, biting his neck.

He flinched off me and rolled over.

I brushed myself off, licking my wounds, and scratched the guards faces.

The stallions were too weak for my strength. I killed the 3, leaving blood on my paws and muzzle, but I saw Icy, and he said softly, gazing at the dead bodies, "Y-you really are a m-monster."

"Right back atcha', bucker." I growled, and I can't quite remember what happened after that.

All I remember is me leaping at him and waking up here-a prison, away from my friends and family, stuck here for eternity, all because of my actions and family blood of wereponies.