Superpowers.

Almost every little kid has dreamt of flying like Superman, running fast like the flash, or anything. But sometimes what you think is an amazing gift or ability might fall apart when put them into everyday life.

Take for example, me.

I got powers, and from a sketchy little gem that belonged to Vlad the Impaler my dad dug up during one or his digs. And my dumb ass had to touch it. Textbook comic starting.

Get sent into Equestria; every Brony's quiet fantasy right?

Everything should be happy-go-lucky Mary-suetastical, right?

Well, when your very presence causes ponies to fall ill, that wouldn't be the case. Haemopotent Replication (double speak for the ability to bite into your throat and say "now I have your power!"), though I have to drink a gallon of the stuff for it to actually last long. Noskinetic Constructs ( If you get a cold I can make a sword out of it, handy huh? Can't use the sickness I give to ponies though). Fire-lightning breath (I don't even)and last but not least my "favorite" power, Osteokinetic Constructs...I can make bone armor.

Bone. Armor.

Thought the tiny drawback is the fact that if you force your bones to grow, shift, and displace...

It hurts! Like a lot!

And the icing on the cake, a stinger. A prehensile stinger tail. With poison, that I can control.

All that, plus the fact that my very being causes illness, really doesn't help my chances with the ponies.

Well, when life gives you lemonade...

Kill them with disease.

A story inspired by the Superpower Lottery Challenge created by Wheenesss