The Burning Wolf

by Ssendam the Masked

Rating: teen
Tags: Princess Celestia, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, Nightmare Moon, Princess Luna, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Comedy, Other
Length: 6154

A university girl is sent to Equestria's past and discovers her lycanthropy and magic.

Maybe this isn't the path that I should have gone down.
But it was, and do I regret it? No. No I do not.
Well, now I'm the attendant of a Princess of the Night...
Oh, and I'm a werewolf now. Werewolves are kinda cool.

Published 2014-05-12 09:30:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-19 08:11:17 UTC

On Fire

When the rain came I was seriously annoyed. I glared up at the falling raindrops angrily. "Ah, come on! Really? Just, just now?"
The rain continued to fall, ruining an otherwise okay walk home. I just sighed. It just had to rain whenever I didn't have my umbrella. "Yay me, I don't have an umbrella because it was supposed to be sunny today."

With that I hauled my coat overhead, made sure that my books were actually secure in their bag and ran for it, trying not to get too wet. Thankfully, I wasn't wearing my favourite hoody out, otherwise I would have been in more serious trouble. I jogged along, thankful for the fact that I had small boobs. If I'd been a couple of cup sizes bigger, I would be suffering from some serious back pain right now.

I glared at the traffic light. "Gah, come on! Change you stupid light." I started frantically pushing the button in an attempt to get it moving. It never works, but hey, you have to try. Meanwhile, the rain continued soaking through my flimsy, non waterproofed jacket. I looked around, just to check if there were any cars coming for my head. When none really came, I was about to step off the curb when I heard footsteps behind me. I moved my boot back onto the curb and turned.
"Naaah," I moaned as I watched a couple of kids and their parents come up. Now I couldn't just jaywalk. Their accusing eyes would follow me home, and I'd feel awful for doing so, as opposed to just 'meh.'

After what felt like an hour, the light finally deigned to change. "Gee, thanks your lordship," I grumbled, running across as quickly as I could. I had work to do, lecture notes to review, that sort of thing. Actually, it was going to be more like thinking about doing work and reviewing lecture notes while I sat around the apartment playing video games.

Eventually, I managed to reach my humble abode, a rather dingy apartment that was probably going to become a haven for the cockroaches and mice that inevitably lived in these cheap-as lodgings. I sat down for a while, just plain bored out of my skull. It was only then that I remembered about work. I quickly turned on my phone to check the time- I had about half an hour to get there. Now that I was home, I could run over to the nearest bus-stop and catch a ride back in.

I had to think fast. First, I put a change of clothes into my backpack, a T-shirt, jeans and my hoody. Quickly throwing on my uniform and covering it with a waterproof jacket, I gripped my umbrella and stepped out into afternoon sunshine. My jaw dropped and I gesticulated. "What... but..." I pressed a finger to my forehead. No way was I getting out of this outfit now. I ran over to the bustop,
"Come on, bus. Don't fail me now." I tapped my foot and waited for the bus to come.

By the time I'd managed to get in, I was precisely on time, which was a nice piece of good fortune that you don't often get around these parts. I walked into the cafe's staff entrance and waved.
"Hey, I'm here. Let's get this over with together."
The guy on the counter, Mike, waved me in. "Nice to see your smiling face too, Ash." He raised an eyebrow. "Or should I assume that saving your niceness for the customers?"
I grunted, throwing off my jacket and hanging it up. "Laugh it up, ya bastard."

He rolled his eyes. "Your mastery of Australian slang terms wounds me so."
I grunted. "Yeah, whatever. I almost forgot I was supposed to be here, so let's get in there."
With that, I smiled nicely and stepped up onto the other counter. I was ready for what the evening had to throw at me now that I'd had my routine banter with Mike.

We've got a fairly nice hipster cafe going on here. Well, it's better than most cheap coffee places, in that I'm making an attempt to be friendly to people rather than being all angry all the time. Normal evening- a couple of students like me, working late on important stuff that they should have done a week ago. A couple of hipsters, wearing combinations of colours that watered the eyes and ordering the most bizarre mixtures in their coffee. Normal clientele.Then, the door opened and this little old lady came in. She kind of looked like a gypsy lady- brightly coloured headscarf and a thick duffel coat. Some sort of ring glimmered on her finger dully. Well, not usual clientele for this time of evening, but whatever.

I smiled widely. "Hey, how can I help you?"
She smiled. "Ooh, I think I'll have... just a normal coffee."
Alright, I got that a lot. "Large or small?"
"Oh, small shall be enough for me." She looked through her purse, then checked it again.
I got her a standard black coffee. "Here you are, that'll be three fifty."
She checked her handbag frantically. "Oh, my, somebody must have stolen my wallet! This isn't good at all, dear. Not at all." She looked so despondent that I felt a bit bad for her.

"Well, I guess I can put it on your tab, I guess?" I handed it to her, but she pushed it back.
"Oh, no, I couldn't."
I smiled. "Don't worry about it, just pay when you've got your wallet back, alright?"
The little old lady frowned, then leant in. "Thank you, dear. Here's something you'll like." She slipped off the ring on her finger and handed it to me.

I took it hesitantly and looked at her. "I'm not sure I can take this."
I leant down to get a pen out. "I mean, it looks a bit big for me, and it's just that alternate payments aren't really allowed."
With that, I got her details and slipped the ring into my pocket. I'd take a closer look at it later.

The rest of the evening passed as normal. When my shift was over, I walked out, just in time for the other guy to come. Tall, blond, kind of pale and with an expression that screamed 'I'm better than everyone else.' Must be a new guy. I waved at him.
"Hey there."
He frowned at me. "Would you mind getting out of the way? Some of us have work they'd like to be getting on with." With that, he pushed past me. I looked at his back and flipped him off.
"Bastard." I mumbled, heading outside, where it was, surprise surprise, raining. I got my umbrella out (so glad I'd erred on the side of caution) and walked through the rain to the bustop.

Once back in my apartment, I took out the ring, turning it over in my hands. Stylised, dull iron, the ring had a simple, reddish green jewel. Said jewel was held in place by a wolf's head. I shrugged. "Never seen a gem like this before."
With that, I slipped it on my finger. No real reason why, just curious.

It fit on my thumb reasonably well, though it was still too loose-
"Ow!" I tore the ring off as something sharp on it drew blood from me. I glared at the ring, sucking at the tiny pinprick of blood that had resulted. Weird that it had happened like that.
"What the heck was that?" I picked up the ring and checked it over. No obvious sharp bits- the entire ring's inside was as smooth as could be. So where had the blood come from?

It was at this point that the abdominal pain started. I winced as the pain in my gut built up. "Gah, and I'm sick as well? Stupid riiingaaaaAH!"
The pain was crawling all over my body! I staggered up as it pulsed through my body, every cell in my being protesting against whatever monstrosity of microbiology had just invaded through the ring.
"Note... to-ah! Note to self... never, ever accept a ring from a weird little gypsy woman-AAH!"

I screamed out as the pain shot through my body. Parts of my skeletal system were now aching, for some reason. What kind of disease was this, for it to act so quickly? Was it some sort of secret government experimental bioweapon? My hands and arms, especially, were itching. I looked at them and screamed even more.

I was growing hair on my arms. Not only that, but I seemed to be gaining a significant amount of muscle. This was like something out of some really, REALLY demented horror movie! I watched in horror as my arms were now coated in a fine pelt of black fur, nails elongated into vicious claws. With the pain in my arm dying down significantly, I flexed my new fingers, still in shock over what was happening to me. My body changed next, my limbs and torso elongating significantly, causing yet more pain and bewilderment on my part. Next came my face.

I tried to scream, but it's pretty hard to scream when your jaws spontaneously decide to restructure themselves while in the middle of doing so. My jaws and mouth elongated, seemingly fusing. I staggered over to the mirror, on legs that seemed to be about to break. When I looked at myself in the mirror, that was when I really screamed, this time with my rather new mouth, which I could see along if I really concentrated.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I screamed. That wasn't even a human face staring at me! Sure, it had my eyes, but it was indubitably a wolf's head on top of a female body. It even had my scruffy, unstyled hair, albeit much longer and shaggier. I had a deeper voice now, it kind of sounded like I'd gargled gravel for my whole life. It was really weird, hearing that voice coming from my weird wolf-mouth thing. Even my ears had joined in on the fun- I hadn't noticed them restructuring themselves into long, upwars pointing ears during my freak-out about my new wolf-snout.

Cracks and a tearing noise down below alerted me to another problem.
"A tail? I have a FUCKING TAIL?!" Yep, there it was, thick black fur and wagging happily. I glared at my tail. How dare it be so happy.
"Stupid-WHOA!"
Why did I scream? Because my legs chose that great moment to spontaneously break themselves, dropping me to the floor. I watched the process happening in my rather daggy jeans- my legs bent at right angles to the knees, a process which I hated the sound of, by the way- and then set. My feet burst out of my shoes, turning into what looked like wolf pads, complete with thick claws.

And to cap it all off, a purple portal opened underneath me. I quickly gripped onto the floor, watching as my newly acquired claws tore into the cheap wood. For about three seconds, I was alright. Then the floorboard gave way.
"No no no nononononononononono- FUUUUUUUUUUU" I howled as I was dragged into the gaping maw of the portal.

When I came to, it was to find myself in some sort of forest, in the middle of the night. I lay on my back for a while, breathing heavily.
"Haa...haa...haa..." I discovered that my tongue was lolling out of my mouth through heat. Great, still got the wolf head. With a grimace, I shoved it back in.
"Get back in there, stupid tongue." I was still in shock over my 'turning into a wolf-lady' thing.

Then, what had happened to me really set in. "AAAAAAAAAH! OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK?!"
I scrabbled at my body, trying to pull it off, or something. My new wolf claws scrabbled at my significantly larger tits, a slightly widened pair of hips, my new girl-abs- everything about me had changed, not for the better. I was never a furry, never interested in that particular chunk of the Internet at all. Imagine that you've just had your body go through what basically amounted to puberty, but faster and producing even more hair in places where you never thought hair would grow.

Eventually, I managed to calm myself down, having worn my throat ragged with my screaming. I panted for a bit, exploring my new musculature a bit more.

I was now rocking a significantly more muscular body now, which was pretty good. My breasts, I was both slightly disappointed and relieve to discover, hadn't actually gotten bigger, it was simply that my pecs beneath them had grown wider as well. Hips had actually grown slightly wider, and I had a fair bit more muscle on me now. Overall, I looked like I'd been some sort of martial artist for my life, instead of a skinny girl who had the fortune of being rather tall and possessing a good metabolism.

Getting onto my new wolf feet proved to be an interesting challenge, especially considering my new reverse joints. After the tenth time, I just screamed. "FUCK YOU, LEGS!" I then resumed my efforts, eventually standing up and balancing. My victory was short lived as soon as I took a step forwards, planting myself in the ground face-first. I sighed.
"This is going to be a loooooong evening..." I mumbled, gravelly voice muffled by the grass and dirt beneath my new snout.

Eventually, I had the art of walking down pat. Running was still a bit beyond me, but I could walk now! I walked around with a smug grin on my wolfy face. Man, life was looking up for this girl! Sure, my bra was tight against my slightly larger breasts, and I was pretty sure that my panties and jeans had been torn by the rather rude growth of my new tail, and I wasn't even sure if I was going to be able to reverse this, but what the heck.

It was at this point that I stumbled across the castle in the middle of the freaking forest. I paused, staring up at its rather Cyclopean dimensions, its rather grim and gritty colour standing out amongst the mostly foresty landscape. My tail drooped down along with my ears. This was pretty bad. If I was a wolf-woman thing-

That really brought me up short. I was a werewolf. I was a freaking werewolf.
"Not sure if awesome." I walked forwards, cautiously. It was either approach the freaky castle, or-
"OWWWWWWW!" I howled in pain as something snapped around my unprotected leg. Looking down, I saw that it was a freaking BEAR TRAP. Who leaves one of these things out here?

And like that, an alarm sounded. My new ears couldn't handle the intense new sounds and I tried to block it out. I really had to get out of here! With that, I gripped the jaws of the beartrap. After a slight struggle, I'd torn the bear-trap in half. I didn't really ponder my freakish strength that went along with my new body, so I limped off into the underbrush.

Unfortunately, my pursuers were quite diligent. I sneaked a look behind me and what I saw almost made me take pause. Almost.

My pursuers were anthropomorphic horse-people. Like, seriously. Horse-heads, horse-legs, short fur, the works. A couple of them even had unicorn-horns! The sight was so surreal that I almost stopped right there and then. It was only the fact that they were carrying spears and had rather angry expressions on their faces that I didn't just stop and stare at them. Instead, I just kept limping on.

"HALT, IN THE NAME OF THE PRINCESSES!" One of them bellowed, leading the charge. I didn't turn around, I just kept limping forwards, trying to outpace him. Thankfully, their heavy armour wasn't exactly conducive for running, so I was able to stay ahead of them.

It was at this point that I was tackled from the sky.
"Ow..." I grunted, looking up at who had pinned me down. Blue fur, three-toned hair, an angry frown on his face and holy shit he has wings. No fair! They have pegasi as well? Why couldn't I be a pegasus instead of a wolf? I mean, one's a dog and the other can fly.

My captor's face changed when he heard me speak. "By Hurricane's beard, the beast doth speak."
The other guard looked at me. "Why should it matter to you, Chrome?" I looked at his hair- green, yellow and red, and in what looked like some sort of bowl-cut to boot.
"Chrome? Seriously? As in, Google Chrome?" I started barking with laughter. His scowl returned and he pressed hard on my wounded leg.

"GAAAH!" I howled out, not that I got any sympathy.
Chrome turned to the soldier. "In all my years, I've never seen such a beast. Almost like a timberwolf, methinks. Thou!" He was addressing me now! "What manner of beast be thou? Speak, lest I tear the answers out of thy guts!"
Oh great, death threats. Those only work if you're intimidating. I was about to respond along the lines of 'drop dead, you Shakespearean opium dream,' when an authoritative female voice rang out. Loudly.

"NOBLE GUARDS, WHY DO YOU ABUSE THIS POOR BEAST SO?"
I howled in pain and tried to clutch my ears to deaden the sound. Chrome looked up at her. "Pri-princess Luna!"
He scrambled off of me and ducked into a bow. The other guard-like people also did so. I looked up in a haze of pain.

This 'Princess Luna' was at least two feet taller than the rest of these chumps, about seven foot tall, with a pair of breasts that seemed ridiculously huge, even for somebody of her stature. Wearing what seemed to be an awesomely pimped out Elizabethan dress, sable black and dotted with tiny white pearls, she was certainly a figure of authority around these parts. Blue eyes stared down at me imperiously, with a deep blue mane that almost reached the ground.

"THIS ONE HATH SUFFERED MUCH. BRING IT TO MINE CHAMBERS, AND DO NOT HARM IT FURTHER. UNDERSTOOD?"
They all nodded, though Chrome had some token reluctance. "Milady, art thou sure-"
She fixed him with an imperious glare that silenced him and caused him to shrink in on himself. He quickly helped me up.

I brushed myself off and, wanting to be polite, attempted to kneel at her hooves. It didn't work, needless to say- I fell over on my side. I quickly scrambled into a kneeling position.
"Thanks a lot, Princess." She raised an eyebrow, but offered no further comment. She walked off, signalling to the Guard to take me with them.

When we reached the chamber where she was, I turned to them. "No hard feelings, right?"
Chrome sniffed at me. "I do not trust you, beast. Still, this is Luna's folly, not mine. I bid you adeiu, beast."
"The name's Ash, got it?" He didn't reply, storming back off to whatever he'd been doing.
"Dick," I muttered, sitting down and waiting for the Princess to return.

Author's Note

I am going to need an editor for this one.

I'm not sure how I feel about this

I think that I sat there for maybe about ten minutes, wolf hands tucked in my hoodie and hood up. The hood pressed my new wolf ears down a bit in a slightly unconfortable fashion, but otherwise I felt calmer. There's something about your favourite hoody- no matter how bad the situation is, simply wearing it makes life feel better. Should I have ever been seen trying to enter a convenience store with my slouch and bad attitude, I think that I might have been suspected of being a robber or thug. That is, assuming I ever get home. Wow, morbid train of thought there. Before I could think about my situation in a bit more detail, the door opened. I got up, stretching a bit. God, I hate sitting still for too long. Makes your back really ache.

The... mare? I think it's mare. Term for a female horse, right? Anyway, the mare beckons me in. "Come hither."
If there's some sort of kinky shit happening beyond this door, then royalty or no royalty I am going to freak right the hell out.
"Alright, Princess." I stood up slightly straighter and slouched in. The room was nice- mainly dull grey walls with some tapestries. A large queen-sized bed, with one of those rope-pull things that you often see in old castles, as well as several chairs and a suit of armour. I straightened up a bit, hands still tucked safely away in my hoody. She raised an eyebrow at that, but thankfully didn't comment. As soon as the door was closed and there was no chance of being overheard, she enveloped me in a bone-crushing hug.

"THOU ART THE MOST ADORABLE THING WE HATH EVER SEEN!" Oh dear sweet god I think my rib cage is creaking. I gargled something that might have been words at some point, but my crushed and abused lungs and a copious amount of dark-blue titflesh cut it off into something sounding like 'glarglefashba.' Fortunately, she seemed to realise that she was choking the life out of me and relinquished her grip. I collapsed on the ground like a sack of potatoes, trying to re-inflate my crushed lungs.
"Oh, We-I'M sorry! I didn't mean to do that! It's just, well, Tia and I always hug that tight when we're together and-" I wheezed for a bit, trying to get some air back in my lungs.
"It's... it's not a problem. Really. Just... just don't hug so tight next time, okay?" Blushing slightly, she nodded.

Geez, what was up with this place? First there's all these medieval ponies everywhere, then there's a Princess who's more than strong enough for my bones to start creaking, and then she's all apologetic? If she tries to hug me like that again, I'll have to resist... slightly. She did manage to keep me out of pony prison, or whatever. Plus, I do not want to go to jail for assaulting royalty or something dumb like that.

Now that I'd regained my breath, Princess Luna seemed to realise something about me. Possibly due to the relative mosquito bites that I possessed in comparision to you. "Thou art a ma-" she suddenly remembered that i wasn't exactly a pony and amended it to, "-female, yes?"
No point in denying it, otherwise there would be a very awkward explanation when i had to go to the toilet. "Yeah, I'm female. Name's Ash, by the way." I stuck out a hand and, after a moment's hesitation, she shook it.
She looked me over. "And this... garb? This what females from where you're from wear, yes?"
If she asked me to strip and reveal my bra and stuff then I was going to scream so loudly. "They can if they want, yes."
Luna fingered my hoodie. "And what, exactly, is this?"
I raised a rather shaggy eyebrow, before remembering that I was apparently in some sort of Elizabethan time analogue. "Um, it's a hoody."

"A... hoody?" She rolled the word around for a bit.
"Yeah, a hoody. It's comfortable, that's why I like it. And it's warm as well. It's short for 'hooded jacket,' I think."
She hmmed about that. "Such an... odd article of clothing. And you possess a most unusual dialect."
I shrugged. "Makes sense, I suppose. Given that I'm not really from around here."
Luna nodded. "And what, precisely, are you?"
That was the million dollar question.

I racked my brains, before coming up with the obvious answer. "I'm an interdimensional werewolf."
It was the most accurate answer I could give. Luna raised an eyebrow. "Forgive me, but I'm not sure what that is."
That surprised me. "You don't know what a werewolf is?"
She shook her head. I sighed, and sat down on the chair. This was going to be a long explanation.

"Okay, I'm not from here, or even from this plane of existence. I come from a planet called Earth."
"Right." She focused intently on me.
I continued, feeling self-conscious as I did so. "It's a pretty good place, but there's no such thing as werewolves. We made them up as a legend, and possibly a metaphor for PMS."
Luna regarded that matter with some considerable thought. "So, a myth like the Beyonders?"
"Beyonders?" I was honestly curious about what was mythical to a race of horse-people. I leant forwards as Luna explained a little bit further.
Luna nodded. "Basically, it's when Our little ponies imagine that they've seen small, bipedal figures. They're usually grey and have large black eyes. Apparently, they abduct ponies during the day... and the night." She seemed slightly bitter about that fact. "We've tried to hunt for them, but alas, not a trace of their existence has ever been officially proven."
"Sounds like an alien thing to me." They had aliens here in pony land? And no real explanation? Interesting...

Luna's ears twitched a bit and she frowned. "So, if you're not supposed to be a 'werewolf,' then how come you are?"
I shrugged. "All I know is, this weird old lady gave me this ring and here I am." I waved the finger that had the ring on it. Luna examined it curiously, squinting at it. Her hands lit up in a blue aura, and the ring floated off my finger.

"Mayhaps there is some foul enchantment on this seemingly innocuous ring, and removing it shall be the cure."
We waited for about a minute. I was still a wolf-lady. Luna looked perturbed.
"Methinks I should study this, if that's alright with you."
I shrugged; whatever helped me get home and made me look normal again. "Do whatever you want with it. I'm not going anywhere."

It was at this point that my stomach rumbled. I curled in on myself while Luna just raised an eyebrow. "Methinks a pup is hungry. Wait here, and don't leave this room." With that, she swept on out. Before she left, I saw her features harden, becoming stiff and regal. With the door closed, I had a good, long look at myself in the mirror. At least I still had my eyes- hard and green like emeralds. Maybe they were a bit brighter than normal, but other than that, they were still my eyes.

I tapped my reflection. Was this what I was going to look like for the rest of my life? Sure, I looked badass, but I wanted normality right now, and I wasn't really getting it. For a couple of moments, I stood there, hand against me reflection, then I balled my hand up into a fist. If I was a werewolf lady, then I was going to have to get a handle on my powers. And there was nothing worse than trying to master them. Even if I didn't discover anything, I wasn't going to give it up without a fight.

I concentrated on going back to human form. Nothing seemed to be happening. I shut my eyes, and imagined what, precisely, being human was like. I imagined that I didn't have hair all over my body, that my nose were separate, distinct entities, that my legs were forwards rather than backwards jointed. That sort of stuff. This time, it seemed to be working. I winced as my bones cracked and shifted back into more human proportions and the hair literally went away. As soon as it was done, I opened my eyes.

"Huh." Well, I was back in my human body, but a couple of changes had been retained. I now had some nice muscle lining my arms. Lifting my hoody, I was somewhat relieved to see that I still possessed my girl abs. My hair was somewhat longer and shaggier, and I gave it a brusque shake.
"Huh, seems I'll never really be free of the wolf side then." I shook my new hair about a bit. I kind of liked it as it was now.
Just then, I heard hoofsteps coming. Crap. I'd have preferred to transform in front of Luna so she didn't freak out. I concentrated on the wolf side of me again.

Curiously, the transformation was quicker, and had about half the amount of pain it normally had. When that was done, I was back in wolfy form, just in time for Luna to come back in, carrying a plate in a blue aura.
"Apologies for the somewhat lacklustre meal you're getting, but this was all that we really had on hand. We normally save it for meat-eating diplomats like the griffins. Sorry it isn't heated up."
She lifted it up to reveal a rather large steak, marbled with fat and smelling distinctly aged. About a month old, I'd guess.

Whatever the case, it smelled good. Ever smell a really, really good steak? Well, imagine that with a wolf nose. I quickly took it and had a dainty bite. Then, when that proved to be the damn best thing I had ever tasted, I tore into it with reckless abandon, jaws flashing and undoubtedly offending the Princess's sensibilities. I turned to her guiltily.

She was looking at me with a mildly curious expression. "Dost thou normally eat like that?"
I burped unashamedly. "Dear sweet god that was good." I then looked up. "Uh, not normally. In my defence, though, that was a really good steak. You might not appreciate it, but I can."
Luna nodded distractedly. "Yes, I think I could get an idea from your slobber." She pointed to the edges of my mouth. I quickly wiped it off and stood up.
"Thanks."
She raised an eyebrow. "'Thanks?'"
Okay, this is going to be a bit awkward. "It's just short for 'thank you.' Makes it easier to say quickly."
Luna nodded in understanding. "I had guessed that much."

Just then, there was a polite knock, and Luna turned.
"Who goes there?"
"Surely you can tell it's me, Luna." The voice that came through the door sounded like she was a couple of years older than Luna, and definitely curious. Also rather stern and commanding.
Luna turned and looked at me with a slightly panicked look in her eye. "By the foul, everburning pits of Tartarus, what do we do? I was charged to not take any more pets in after the giant spider was left unattended!"
Wait, I'm just a pet? But I can talk and stuff! "I'm not a pet!" I hissed back. Luna nodded.
"true, true, but that's what my sister shall think!" She suddenly stopped.
"Luna? Art thou alright?" The older mare's voice sounded concerned and she jiggled the handle of the door a bit.
"I have a conceit for thou." A blue aura surrounded me and put me up on top of her bed unceremoniously.
"What's the-"
Luna put a finger to her lips. "I beg thee be quiet and stay hidden!"

She then trotted over to her door. "Coming, sister!"
The mare who was let in was even taller than Luna by about half a head. Wider hips, larger boobs, and even a longer horn and larger wings. Rather than being a dark, midnight blue, she was a pink so pale you could only tell by the very faintest of hints. Her hair-mane-thing was triple toned in pink, turquoise, green and faint blue, sort of like that weird flowy effect you see around the north pole or somewhere. She wore a golden dress unlike her sister's own, with a faint orange flame design. Her purple eyes looked Luna over with worry.

"Luna, art thou hurt in any way?"
Luna shook her head. "Nay, dear sister, I am fine."
Celestia gripped her sister's shoulders slightly tighter. "Thou would'st tell me if anything was the matter with you, right? Right?"
Luna smiled and hugged her sister. "Of course, sister mine."
I watched the scene with a wolfy smile on my face. It was all I could do not to go 'dawww!' Only the fact that it would probably get Luna into a whole heap of trouble.

Celestia smiled with her sister. "That is good. Now," here her face got slightly more serious, "I have heard from mine guard that thou had found a... wolf-being?"
Luna smiled without a hint of lying. "Well, that did happen. However, the beast ran off, into the Everfree, and I did not think to pursue it until it was out of sight."
Ceelstia sighed. "That is good news."

I was distinctly aware that the bed-top was dusty and rather awkward to lie on. Not only that, it seemed to be creaking slightly. My eyes widened. Well, that's just great, isn't it? I'm not even fat?!

I had to muffle my thoughts as Celestia and LUna talked about something or other- Elizabethan politics, who killed who and why he did so. All I really cared about was not falling through the canopy of this bed. I didn't want to get Luna in trouble, after all. Unfortunately, the top of the bed had other ideas. I heard the wood start to give out underneath me, and all I could think as I plumetted down was Shit!

Celestia's head whipped around as the top of Luna's bed collapsed and a wolf-like creature crashed onto her bed in a flurry of rather moldy old wood and sawdust. The curtains enshrouded most of its form, only a rather dazed head sticking out amongst the ruin of the canopy. Celestia turned back to Luna, who was sweating bullets.
"Care to explain, Luna?"
Luna absent-mindedly tapped her fingers. "Er... um... she..."
She searched for a believable excuse. "...snuck into the castle?"
Celestia raised an eyebrow as said wolf-being sneezed. "Indeed, sister. And how would a mere 'wolf' such as that manage to enter your room without invitation?"
Luna paused, before a believable lie came about. "Ah! I thought that it was a guard, and before I could catch her it-"
"-Jumped on top of your bed, where it somehow remained unremoved by you at all." Celestia finished. Luna nodded eagerly.

With a yellow glow forming around her, the wolf was levitated out, struggling. "Please! I don't wanna go to pony prison, or whatever you've got planned for me!"
Luna gripped her sister's arm. "Please, sister? She's really well-behaved! And she's not a pet, she's more like a tennant! Please, can I keep her in my room? Please?"
Celestia sighed. "Dost thou remember Harry the spider? It took twelve guards to take him down!"
Luna kept a firm hold on her sister's arm with a petulant scowl on her face. "This time'll be different!"

Celestia looked at her sister's face, which in hindsight was a huge mistake. Her sister's eyes had gone big and watery, and she looked about to cry. The wolf's expression closely mirrored that of her friend, with large, soulful eyes gazing into Celestia's soul, judging her and finding her lacking. Celestia wrestled with two conflicting emotions- one set telling her to just throw the wolf outside into the Everfree and just be done with it, the other set saying 'just let her have the wolf-lady.' Eventually, she reached a decision.

"Fine. But she must be trained in the guard. I will not have her be your idle lapdog."
Luna squee'd in excitement. "Oh, thank you sister!" She gathered up the wolf in another bone-crushing hug. The wolf turned the eyes on Celestia, who smirked slightly.
"You're choking her, you know." With an 'eep!' Luna relinquished the wolf-lady, who started to pull in deep breaths to cope with it.

"I-I'm sorry, Celesti!"
With a sigh, Celestia hugged her sister. "There, there. It's alright. It really is."
"B-but you mind-"
"I don't mind her being here." She looked into Luna's tear-stained face and wiped them off. "It's just that she should get some form of military training. I don't think that she is a maiden who would stay at home. No, she's got the blood of a warrior in her."

"Really? I don't think that I do." Celestia and Luna turned to the wolf, only to see that she'd changed, into a smaller, less-muscled form. Luna gawked. "W-what have thou done with Ash?"
The strange being chuckled. "I AM Ash." To prove that, she transformed between the two states freely. "See?" SHe started laughing at their gobsmacked expressions.

"By Discord's beard... a creature that can freely go from one form to another..." Celestia stroked the smooth fur on Ash's face. She then smiled widely.
"Well, I think that thou shouldst get prepared- tomorrow night, thou shall train with Luna's own Night Guard."
Ash smiled weakly. "Yaaaayy?"