Luna leads me through the woods. She tells me that we are headed to Canterlot.

“Canterlot sounds a lot like Camelot from my world. The parallels are actually somewhat disconcerting. Hmmm.. Tell me, do your people have some method of magical tattoos? The one of the moon on your.. erm.. upper leg, area?”

“Flank. It is called a cutie mark. When somepony discovers their special talent, it appears, usually at a young age. It shows what your true calling is. Your destiny.”

“Disturbing.”

“What? Why?” She’s looking at me bemusedly.

“Your destiny is displayed for all to see and set into your flesh. It implies something about how wound into fate this world is. I wonder if I have a destiny now. I have always done my best to live outside of things like fate.”

“Interesting outlook. It’s not that you have your life set in stone because of your mark. You simply get to know what you’ll always love and enjoy. If you had one, what do you think it would be?”

“Hmm... It would most likely be a wolf howling at the moon.”

“Simply because of your name?” She has stopped walking. I give her my best rogue grin and sweep my hair back with my hand.

“Promise not to get scared and mutilate me?”

“I am not certain as to why I would, but.. agreed,” she looks at me, unsure.

I take a few steps back and stare at the moon. I coil my legs for dramatic effect and spring at her, shifting into wolf form and landing in front of her. Sitting on my haunches, I release an unearthly howl. I hear several heavy thuds around us. With no reaction from Luna, I continue until I’m out of breath. Panting, I look around. We are surrounded by thestrals in steel armor. Judging by the moon crest on the armor, they are some manner of royal guard. One of them steps forward and scratches behind my ear. My leg twitches.

The guard scratching me has a lovely female voice, “D’aww, Princess Luna found a puppy! He was just singing to her with his beautiful voice.”

I turn my head and look at the erm.. mare? Or at least I had expected her to be a mare. She has fangs and batwings. Her coat is a deep purple, and her mane is silvery. Something about her tells me she is very pretty. I smile at her with a toothy grin that took years to master as a wolf. “Thanks. Your voice is very beautiful as well.” She jumps back and looks alarmed. I turn to Luna, “Was it something I said?”

Her short giggle puts the guards back at ease. “Indeed, I did not tell them why I came out here tonight.” She addresses her guards, “This is Wolf. He is a being from another world. His race is called Human, and he is a child of the night, just as all of you are. However, this is not his natural state. Wolf has the ability to change his appearance.” She addresses me again, “Can you become anything or just a wolf?”

“Well, as long as the moon is in the sky, I can change between human, wolf and monster. However, I hate the last one. It has no elegance and exists only as a form of brutality and physical power. I have limitations on all my forms. Wolf is faster, stronger, and has increased senses. However, I cannot use any non-astral aspect spells, nor can I use amplifiers. Monster is even faster, stronger, and my senses are beyond description. The price is that it takes a lot of power to shift back, and I cannot use any magic at all in that form. It can’t even talk.”

“May I see it?”

“I’d rather not. It costs an immense amount of power to return from that state, and I have no way of regenerating my power for now. If you command me, I will. However, you will have to make a choice. Have something straight out of a nightmare follow you back to Canterlot while it attempts charades in reply to your questions, ask one of your guards to carry me back, or give me an infusion of energy so I can recover.”

“I will give you the energy back. It is a forbidden spell, passing energy to another, but I will do it for the sake of knowing exactly what is in my kingdom.”

I look at her and the guards. “They won’t attack me no matter how scary I am, right? They look well disciplined.” Several of them get small brief smiles at the compliment.

She nods. I breathe in, and focus. My power burns, and warps my flesh. I stand up on two legs as the claws on my feet lengthen and sharpen. My fur thickens and darkens, and my forepaws end in similar thick retractable claws. My jaw aches as my maw becomes a terrifying cavern of blades. The overconfidence that always comes with this form quickly takes over. I bow to the princess and slash the base of a thick tree, finishing it with a heavy kick that knocks it over with a loud crash.

I turn back and stare at the guards with my hellish red eyes. A blur of speed, and a flower is in each of the pretty ponies’ manes. I even color coordinate based on eye color. They don’t like the sudden movement or the glimpse of how close I got to them. Every guard seems on edge and Luna’s horn is glowing. I quickly shift back to my human form and draw my staff out, leaning on it heavily.

“Sorry for scaring everyone. Please calm down, I hate it when beautiful women look at me in fear.” Luna has stopped looking like she’s about to begin murdilating me. The rest of her guard doesn’t look any more at ease. Oh yeah, this is their first time seeing this form, and now I’m armed. Though, I was technically armed with the claws and immense speed before.

“Hmm? Did the flowers offend you?” I try to step toward them, and the ground rushes to meet my face. Groaning, I roll over and prop myself against the remains of the tree I assassinated. My staff is out of reach, and I make a few futile grabs for it. The thestral with the silver mane trots over and gently picks it up in her mouth. She drops it in my lap. Power is surging into me. I feel the air around me. It seems that the natural generation of power is 100 fold that of earth. Not enough to sustain my accustomed level of power but enough that I can find a means of getting more.

Looking around, the guards are noticing the flowers in their manes to a mixed reaction. Some look afraid and others look annoyed. A few are at least smiling about it with a slight blush.

I reach up a hand and scratch behind the ear opposite the violet flower. She leans into it for a moment and then quickly yanks her head away. I see a faint smile as she heads back to the rest of the guard. Luna’s horn is glowing again, concentrating on me. A beam of light strikes out, and I feel a tsunami of power flowing into me. She cuts off the beam with a frown.

“Is that all the power you can hold? That’s comparable to an earth pony or gifted unicorn foal. How can you perform such complex magic like this? Your efficiency and control must be immense. Is it a result of living in a world of so little magic?”

I laugh, “Man, I feel like a character in a game that got nerfed. I was considered to be immensely powerful with magical reserves that rivaled Grand Masters. So now I’m weak? At least I can generate power naturally here. Perhaps I can eventually boost my reserves to a level no human ever has before.” I realize how pathetic that sounds, and give a small bitter chuckle, “Wow, I really got nerfed. If I hit a super high level, I’ll be as good as any other character starts out as? Oh well, life’s a bitch and then you die, might as well enjoy the ride.”

All the ponies look confused. Luna speaks up, “All we can say is, ‘What?’”

“Erm.. Long story short, I went from one of the strongest in my reality to a reality where I’m weak. However, this reality has the ability for me to get a lot stronger. The only thing is, even if I push and grow what used to be a legendary level of power, I’ll just be normal here. The last part was a saying from my home reality. It means that life loves to make things hard, and all you can do is have fun anyways.”

“Were you a great philosopher wizard in your old reality? I’m Commander Moon Light by the way,” the mare with the silver mane asks. Her violet eyes are locked on mine, and she seems to be examining me.

I rub my hair back sheepishly. “Actually, I was a warrior. Though, I can be a bit of a poet, and I love reading and writing. I do tend to think too much on things, but at the end of the day my heart is in its finest place when I enter combat. It’s not the part about hurting someone it’s..”

“Proving yourself with your body on the line. Seeing how strong you really are, and how strong your opponent is. It’s a thrill that calms and excites at the same time.” Moon Light finishes for me. We share the look of kindred spirits. I smile at her.

“Exactly. It seems that the true philosopher is you. Do you also write poetry?” I ask her. Hmm.. it seems something messed with my instincts a bit. Strangely, I find her attractive. I find a pony attractive. Perhaps the world adapted me to live in it? More likely, Mystery messed with my head and magic. This world doesn’t feel strange to me, it feels like I belong in it.

“Shall we resume our conversation and walk back to Canterlot? Or would you prefer to rest here and continue to advance on my guards all night?” Luna cuts in. She looks amused and partly annoyed. I rise and begin walking. I manage to resist a joke about preferring the third option where I flirt with all of them all night.. barely. We speak about my world and this one on the journey there. I learn a lot, but the conversation turns somewhere I guess is dangerous. Diet.

“So, what do humans eat?” Luna asks.

“We are omnivores to varying degrees. Some live entirely without meat, but I love it, being a wolf and all. In my world, humans are the only creatures capable of speech or thought. Here, however.. Something tells me that this world is drastically different.”

Moon Light looks at me with a cautious and glaring expression, “Do you eat ponies?”

I stare at her, and give her an evil smile. “Not normally. I wouldn’t mind a taste of you though.”

She stiffens and glares at me. “I’m not sure whether to be worried or worried for a whole different set of reasons. Are you actually hitting on me? Actually no, I know a lecherous look when I see one. Do you actually think an innuendo is a good idea for flirting?”

I smirk and casually turn my eyes back to the path. “No idea. Never really dated much back home and now there’s a whole new set of rules I don’t know about. I usually just go off of instinct and let the dice fall where they will. Do ponies have dice?” I ask her. I can’t tell if that’s the good kind of glare or the kind that means I no longer have any chance with her.

“Yes, we do. You really do have an interesting outlook. Shouldn’t you be all worried about being misplaced and trying to find a way back to your world?”

“Naw, time moves differently between our realities. Right about now, my world is several thousand years into the future and theres nothing left to go back to. Besides, this world is so beautiful and interesting. I don’t want to leave. Anyways, I’m dead in my reality, so if I return I will just die. I’m going to find a place in this world.”

“So everypony you love has died and you're fine with that?” I can’t read this look as Moon Light asks a hard question.

“I’m dealing with it the only way I know how. One foot in front of the other. Besides, in case you don’t remember, I’m the one who died. I’m the one in heaven. What I did to get sent to such a good place is beyond me.”

“This is hardly heaven. How did you die?” Moon Light asks me. She still has an unreadable look on her face. Is this a pony poker face? Actually, do ponies have poker? If they don’t, I will need to teach them. I look at her hooves. On second thought, I’ll teach ‘em dice poker. Somehow, I can’t see them being good at cards.

“I disagree. I’m in a world of immense magic and beauty.” I give her a gentle look and she looks away, but I catch a smile as she turns her head. “I was defeated in battle. I defeated all my foes but was sloppy with the necromancer, and he gave what was left of his life to cast a spell called The Final Requiem of Death. It made the corpses of his allies fight with all of their power and strength with completely immune bodies. I had thought that I burned them all, but I missed one. In the moment when I thought the fight was over, I dropped my guard enough that I got a poisoned and enchanted dagger in my heart from behind.”

“You died a warrior facing a necromancer? So you were a hero?”

“No, they were bounty hunters. I had a pretty big bounty on my head for breaking a few rules and pissing off some people.”

“Interesting. What rules did you break?”

“A lot of them. Technically, I was a wanted and highly dangerous criminal. I killed normal humans with magic because they were hunting endangered species. Used magic in full view of normal humans in the guise of a superhero. Ah, I still remember being the mysterious Anime Man,” I laugh and she rolls her eyes.

“So you're a murderer.” It’s a statement.

“Hmm.. Not exactly. Does your world have any sentient monsters?”

Luna speaks for the first time in a while, possibly intrigued at the ‘killing’ part. “Many. Are you changing the subject?”

“No. Anyways, let’s say we came across a monster right now. It’s killing ponies to skin them and sell their skins for money. If you were to slay it, would you be a murderer? I am neither good nor evil, and I am far better than either. I am a creature of chaos, of neutrality. I protected my family. I stood between the humans and their destructive ways and the earth. I protected the animals and the circle of life. I destroy unnatural beings such as demons or necromancers whenever possible.”

“Interesting, indeed. What is your world like where that isn’t a force of good?” Luna asks.

We keep walking through the night. I feel bad for keeping them all grounded, but me and flying are not friends. We speak in depth about my world. Luna is thoroughly disgusted in my species as a whole. She tells me more about this world. I decide that I need to find books on social interactions. Along with dating. Actually, I pretty much need to read a library or two. It turns out that they do indeed have poker here. I’m still trying to picture it. Finally, I turn to a conversation that caught my interest.

“So, tell me about curses,” I request.

“Curses? Why do you want to learn about dark magic?”

“Erm, I mean swear words. Like does the word fuck mean anything here?” Luna puts a hoof to her mouth and her eyes widen. The guards all stop and shoot glares at me. “Hmm.. so they are the same, but a lot more potent here. Sorry about that, but now I know. Man, I am butchering this whole conversation thing. What?” They have started glaring at me again. What did I say this time? “Okay, try and remember I come from a fucked, erm.. I mean frigged? Still swearing I see. Okay, I’m gonna shut up now.”

“You are a foul-mouthed scoundrel. To think I was interested in you for a little while there.” Moon Light turns away from me, and walks away. I look after her. I blew it. I growl as I feel anger flowing through me. The anger causes my magic to swirl around me in wisps of shadows. Everypony gasps and Moon Light whirls to strike a defensive position. “I take it you took offense to that. I’ll fight if that’s what you want.”

I laugh bitterly. “Excuse me a moment. I’m mad at myself. I really am blowing this. I need a moment to get my thoughts together.” I walk off into the woods. I hear one of them trying to silently follow me. They are good at stealth, but I am a master of it. I leap into a tree quietly and jump away. Certain I left my follower behind I release my anger in a charged punch that shatters the rock I subject to my violence. My hand is bleeding and I feel tears leaking out. A twig snaps as something lands behind me.

I whirl and draw my staff from its place in my pack. Moon Light.

“What the hay was that?”

“Sorry, I get like this sometimes. When I feel hopeless it turns to rage. It leads to me hurting myself far too often. It’s okay, I can heal it.” I cast the spell and mend the flesh on my hand. It’s still raw, but it will do.

“Hopeless?”

“Think about it. I’m in a world without knowing the rules. How am I supposed to figure all this out? Seriously, look how quick I managed to make you go from being a possible friend to hating me. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get rid of a thousand habits of my old life and learn a thousand new ones. Even when I try to figure out what would cause a problem it just makes one. I was bad at interacting with humans, and I even knew the rules then. Now I don’t even know the rules.”

I hear a crashing as something leaps from the forest. It’s a manticore, I realize. It focuses on Moon Light, readying its tail. She looks terrified, and has a gash from the beasts entry on her side.

“Oh, hell no. You're not gonna fuck with her!” I roar and drive the head of my staff into the side of the beast’s face. Its scorpion tail darts at me and I jump back, leading it away from her. Another stab with its tail. I spin my staff and slam it into the poisonous tip of the tail as hard as I can. It roars, yanking its tail back. I drive it with a broad slash to the back of the head. The beast rolls to the side with the force of the blow. Standing, it circles me and tenses. I glare at it and smile. “Does this mean playtime is over? I was only giving you a chance to run before. Next one, I won’t hold back.”

It leaps at me, claws extended and tail ready. I roll under it with the setting sun slash. It lands roughly from the impact it took midair. I prepare to strike bringing the power fully into the staff. The runes glow with all the colors of the rainbow as I prepare to finish this fight. It hesitates, but it’s too late. I charge forward and sweep it off its feet, slamming down hard on its head while its still in midair. It lands on the ground unconscious and breathing heavily.

I offer Moon Light a hoof up. “Are you alright? I can try and heal it, but I’m unsure of your anatomy. It won’t complicate things, the worst that happens is I can’t fix it.”

She looks at me with big eyes. “I’m going to die either way. The claws are poisonous as well.”

“All I can say is don’t take this wrong,” I place my hands on her one next to the wound and the other on her chest.

“What are you doing?” she says angrily. I told her not to take it wrong.

“Shh.. I need focus.”

I let my power flow into her and she gasps. Starting with the poison spell I know, I pull all the poison in her body out and send it back through the cut. Her organs appear to be damaged by it already. I now focus on telling her cells to use my power to regenerate. They listen, repairing the damage to her organs. The cut on her side scabs over and looks several days older. I stand back up.

“Sorry for touching you. You’ll be alright now, I’m gonna go get help okay?”

Her breath is ragged from the shock of it all, and the resounding pain, “Don’t leave me alone. Please. Can you carry me back?”

“I can, are you sure you want me to?”

“I was rude. I wasn’t thinking about how very different things were for you. You are managing things so well on the outside, I didn’t even realize what it must be like for you. Let’s start over back at the part where we realized we were kindred spirits, and I was thinking about asking you to go on a date some time.” I laugh and gently pick her up, walking back to where the others are. She is heavier than she looks and where her wings touch my skin it feels like velvet.

“Okay, then let me try again. Feel free to whack me if I mess up. You start by asking a ridiculous and frankly insulting question.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well when I made the innuendo that started this downhill spiral you were asking if I ate ponies.”

“Oh. Actually, now that I think about it, I kinda deserved that one.” She giggles, “Okay, let’s start with some basics. Your new swear words are hay, heck, and horse apples. For serious things, use buck, horsefeathers and butchered.”

“Okay, so what about flirting? What’s the norm here?”

“Okay, so innuendos are to be saved for after you know each other very well. Flirting comes in several forms. Studying the physique of the mare, asking about cutie marks, and in certain cases bumping cutie marks together. I suggest doing that while in wolf form, otherwise it would be pretty awkward. In general, don’t overlook simple conversation and just being friends. Somepony has to be a friend before they will ask you out. Barring, of course, certain mares that will just see a stallion they like and try to rut them.”

“Interesting. I take it that this world is matriarchal?”

“Ponies and zebras are, griffons and buffalo are patriarchal. What about humans?”

“Overly patriarchal. Who's the queen? I know the two princesses.”

“Actually, there are four princesses and there is no queen. Queen is a title somepony gives themselves when they want to conquer the world.”

We enter where everyone is waiting. They look at me with anger and fear at seeing me carry Moon Light.

“Sorry I took so long, Princess. We ran into a manticore. Wolf healed the poison and the wounds to a degree, but I still need a doctor. I feel fine though. Actually, my head is killing me and this hurts like heck, but I’ll be fine. He’s probably going to have to carry me back though.”

“Why do you want him to carry you? What happened in there?” a guard asks, bemused.

“Normally I would feel weak having to be carried, but somehow knowing that the one carrying me makes me look weak anyway makes me feel better. It’s far more dignified to be carried by him than by one of my subordinates.”

“I will finish the healing,” Luna’s horn glows as she wraps Moon Light in the aura of her spell. She smiles, “There, you are perfectly fine to walk.”

“I suppose you can put me down now, Wolf.” I set her down gently. When I pull back, my hand brushes her wing and she shoots me a wide eyed look, “Right, that’s an important one. Do not touch any pony's wings, horns or cutie marks. I’ll cover that in more detail later, but for now I’m just covering basic social etiquette.”

“Sure, can I ask why?”

“No. Well not now, anyway. Details later, facts now.”

I shift to wolf form and take a steady pace with her and Luna by my sides.

“Oh, what about scratching?”

“Huh? Oh, you mean like when I pet you and you scratched me behind the ears?”

“Yeah.”

“I have no Idea. We have very different legs and nopony else has those things,” she says, glancing where my hands would be without the paws. “I’d mark it in the same range as a hug, I guess. Keep it on a friend basis. Since you're a friend, I feel okay with it. However, if somepony I didn’t know did it, it would feel weird.”

“Understood. Hmm.. Oh, what about money?”

“What about it?” Luna asks, skeptically glancing over to me.

“What kind of economy is there? What is the money system? What’s considered valuable? Is gold, silver or gems worth anything? What are the baselines of wealth? How are taxes and such run?” I ask Luna. Money is a good thing to know about. It’s hard to survive in a world without a clue how to buy a meal.

“That’s a lot of questions about it. We use small gold coins called bits as money. Everything has value, really, as long as you can find somepony to buy it. I don’t know what you mean by a baseline of wealth. Oh, right. I don’t know what silver is, but gold is worth its weight in bits.” She gives me a wry smile at the joke. I need to ask slower.

“Okay, let me slow down then. Here, this is silver,” I shift my pack off my back and fish around for a moment. I pull out a bar of silver triumphantly. Everypony gasps, which is either really good or really bad. Luna gently floats the bar in front of her, inspecting it.

“This.. This is solid? This is pure all the way through?” She looks at me shocked.

“Yeah, it’s a normal bar of silver. It has good magical properties and can conduct and maintain power better than anything else. So the mages of my world use it as a currency. I took my entire life’s savings when I came here. I figured even if it wasn’t valuable, at least I could forge things with it. So, is it really valuable or does it have some kind of dark foreboding secret that makes it dangerous?”

“This is the highest grade of starmetal. This pure, this one bar is worth a fortune. It is very rare, normally only found when stars fall to the ground. I ask that should you choose to sell this, you sell it to my sister or myself. This can be very dangerous in the wrong hooves.” She floats it back to me and pauses, lingering on my pack as I stuff it back into it with the other. She sticks her head into the bag next to me surveying the small dimension within.

“Impressive. What a well made sack of holding. Do you know how to make such things or was it purchased from a master in the art?”

“Actually, neither. Dimensional objects are somewhat rare, however the one who made my pack wasn’t a master. A true backpack of holding doubles as a tent and houses all the conveniences of home. Also, they are quasi-anchored better so as not to have everything go into disarray when the bag takes a solid hit. My family was relatively poor, so I never could afford a nice real one, just this apprentice level cheap one. However, come to think of it, this pack cost ten bars of silver. So I got, erm.. is screwed a good choice?”

Moon Light interjects, “Bucked.”

“It’s going to be hard to wrap my head around the new value system. What would a pack like this cost in terms of bits?”

“Nopony remembers how to make them and they are quite rare. Bits alone could not buy one. However, I would guess to say you might be able to purchase one for three of those star metal bars. Perhaps less with the quality of them. Why do you have an army's worth of star metal inlaid weapons in there? I sensed immense power from them all as well.”

“I hope this doesn’t sound bad here, but.. well, I collect weapons. Some I made, some I bought, but mostly I take them from my enemies. Actually, here look at this. Be VERY careful, one small cut and even you might die.” I laugh and float my newest acquisition out. It is a true steel dagger with silver inlaid runes that glow a soft green. Its blade is still poisoned and there is blood on it.

“What is this? I sense evil and it has blood on it. Whose blood is it? What has this thing done?”

“It’s my blood. It has probably done a lot of really bad things. Like kill me, for example.” I smile at her. She places the blade back in its sheath and passes it back to me with a solemn look.

“Why did you keep it? It killed you, took you away from everything you knew. It is a weapon of death. It cannot be used to protect or fight. It can only kill.”

“I told you already. I collect them. I’m gonna examine it and figure out its secrets. Perhaps it will help with a future piece or perhaps it will be useless knowledge. Either way, it has a home in my collection. I do not judge things based on how they have been used. Objects such as this are simply tools. It does not think or feel, it simply exists. It is no more evil than a book on necromancy or a farmer’s hoe.”

“Wolf, that’s an offensive word.” Moon Light interjects.

“What is?” I think back on what I said. No clue.

“Hoe,” she cringes at having to say it. “Actually, it makes no sense how you used it. What does it mean to your people?”

“A h.. It is a tool used to farm with. It helps with planting seeds and tending to your farm. You use it for everything from agitating the soil to controlling weeds to piling dirt around the base of your plants in order to make them stronger. It’s pretty versatile.” I think and remember what else the word means back home. I’m just gonna keep playing innocent. “I take it farming is very different here? Actually what do ponies eat? Do you have agriculture?”

Moon Light mumbles under her breath, “I’ll eat you if you keep being so cute.” I shoot a wide-eyed look at her. She returns with her own.

“Please tell me you didn’t hear that.” I hesitate a moment too long, trying to figure out what to say. “How did you hear that?” She looks embarrassed and her cheeks flush with red. It’s a cute contrast to the fangs she’s baring in an embarrassed smile. I cock my head and listen around me.

“Twenty feet that way, a squirrel is opening a nut. Thirty feet that way, a bunny is watching us curiously and a little scared. Your heartbeat is slowly getting back to its normal rhythm, never mind, it spiked again. Princess Luna has two hearts that beat at different rhythms. He’s doing his best to hide the fact that he’s really hungry. Everypony is starting to get afraid of me. You, on the other hand.. well, I’ll tell you later.” I look around at everypony around me. They really don’t know how to handle my sensoria as a wolf. “Oh, actually, I have a question. Why do you still have guards posted out of sight following us? I know I can seem scary at times, but I would never do anything to hurt you, Luna.”

“I don’t. Would you mind telling these so called guards to come and speak with me? I would like to know this as well.”

I dash into the woods and slip next to the closest one. He isn’t aware of me behind him. I whisper in his ear, “Luna would like to speak with you.” He yelps and dashes forward. He’s a big white pony wearing golden armor, and he has no wings or horn. An earth pony, I guess. I chase and make a noise driving him right towards Luna. Moon Light trips him and he lands in front of Luna. I move back to my place in line.

“The rest are more nervous now. They are mostly pegasi, but there is a unicorn among them. The ones in the back have some kind of chariot with them. I suspect it’s enchanted or something. Shall I try and bring them here? The pegasi will fly away and the unicorn will most likely attack. Somehow, I think being snuck up on by a large black talking wolf in the pitch black woods will be too much for them.” I laugh and everypony giggles with me. The earth pony seems to be more in the line of nervous laughter though. “Soooo, care to explain why you're following the princess around?”

“Indeed, We would like to know why We are being surveilled.” Luna has a weird accent now. Is it some kind of royal thing? I am familiar with the royal We and the old English that some use when addressing subjects.

“I was ordered to follow you by Princess Celestia. She saw you take a full platoon of thestrals and wished to be informed if anything was to go wrong.”

“WE DEMAND THAT THOU COMEST FROM HIDING AND SPEAK TO THINE PRINCESS AT ONCE.” Her voice rings in my ears and I cover them whining from the feeling of having spikes shoved into my ears and lit on fire. My vision goes blurry and I close my eyes.

“Wolf, are you okay? Wolf?” Moon Light is shaking me. She sounds scared. I roll to my paws with a grunt. “Are you okay?”

“Dafu.. I mean, what the hay was that? I think my ears have been murdered. Luna, were you trying to kill me or did you just accidentally almost manage?”

“Why are you being so informal with a princess, mutt?” A pegasus in gold armor glares at me.

“Why are you being a jerk to a knight, turkey?” I growl back. He launches at me and I roll with the impact pinning him down and growling, my fangs an inch from his throat. I feel myself being lifted into the air. Luna has picked me up and is staring at me. Instead of the angry glare I expect, she looks compassionate. I feel my ears healing and the pain recedes. Another spell deletes the blood, and she sets me gently on the ground. I see her eyes harden into daggers an instant before she rounds on the pegasus. He’s still shaking in fear, and I take it this doesn’t help.

“How does Our sister manage with such incompetent forces? Why would you antagonize somepony who is injured when you are the ones that do not belong here? When you stop crying I expect an apology.”

I step forward, “Actually, I owe the apology. I’m not the one who wet themselves in front of a princess. Sorry, I know you were just doing your duty and defending the honor of your princess. I didn’t need to go all wolf on you. I’m Wolf, by the way, what’s your name?”

“I’m Dawn. Sorry about this.” He still sounds pretty weak. I’m not off to a very good start tonight. The chariot has been brought up to where we all are. Luna has me get inside it along with the earth pony and unicorn. I’m shocked when the two pegasi pulling it take it into the air with little effort. Then I’m sick, very sick. Wolves are not made to fly. In fact, I have a cosmic limiter that forces me to be sick from flying. I spend the thankfully brief trip concentrating on not vomiting and in human form. I don’t see the city until we land.

I crawl out of the chariot and slowly rise to my two unsteady legs. Solid ground, I had almost forgotten how wonderful it is. I look around at the city I am in. Despite the name, it is nothing like Camelot. I had doubted it would be, and am grateful that I am right. Everypony else has landed fine and I’m getting a lot of weird looks. Moon Light speaks first.

“So if you ever become a threat to Equestria, I just need to yell loudly and take you for a chariot ride. Good to know.” She’s giving me a wicked smirk and there are several snorts of laughter. I attempt to stand there and look dignified.

“That wasn’t a yell, that was a magically amplified scream of death with a special secondary enchantment that bypasses any magical hearing protection to make certain that the victim gets the maximum possible pain from it possible. So, what is next?” Luna cringes and I feel bad, so I give her an apologetic look.

“Moon Light, please escort our guest to a room in my wing. You are off duty tomorrow night, on account of your brush with death. Wolf, my sister and I shall speak with you tomorrow after you have had some sleep. For now, I shall retire.” She lifts into the sky again and I watch her. I wish I wasn’t afraid of flying.

Moon Light leads me through the castle. The clopping of her hooves has a nice rhythm that makes the silence of the halls enjoyable. We arrive in front of a gilded door with a small number three on it. Moon Light pulls open the wall next to the door and tosses me a small old fashioned key. I pull open the doors and stand shocked. It is a massive room that just screams of elegance and comfort. The bed is hidden inside thick black curtains. There is a section of the room devoted to a kitchen and two doors inside. One most likely leads to a restroom, I haven't a clue what the other one is. I walk inside and pull open the curtain on the end of the bed. It has heavy midnight blue blankets on it and looks fit for a princess.

Pulling my pack off of my back and setting it on the ground, I watch as Moon Light hops onto the bed. She lays down and lets out a contented sigh. Right, we still have unfinished parts to our conversation. I pull out pajama pants and shower items from my bag. The first door I open leads to a bathroom, and I quickly start a nice shower before bed.

It’s a great feeling to use a shower again. Luckily, this room seems designed to accommodate creatures bigger than the average size of ponies I’ve seen so far, and the shower is very nice. Finally clean and dried off, I comb my hair back. When I pull on the pajama pants and stride back into the room, Moon Light gawks at me. Her lips curl back showing her fangs and her wings lift into the air. I sense no ill intent despite her looking like she’s about to attack me.

“It’s nice to finally be clean, I had been living in the woods training on my own for a while. Hot water feels very nice after so long. So what does that expression mean anyways?”

She regains her composure and puts on her poker face, “What expression?”

“So it’s an expression that is embarrassing to be caught with, surprise, arousal or something I don’t have a word for or know is embarrassing,” I say. Gauging her reaction to arousal, I guess that it’s something along that line. “Anyways, you said you’d tell me about why not to touch wings, horns or cutie marks?”

“It’s that wings, for example, are very sensitive. Never touch them without a specific need, unless you're already intimate with that pony.” She spreads out a wing and gestures to the outer half farthest from her body. “This outer area is in the same realm as kissing. This inner area is in the realm of foreplay. The base… the base is an erotic act. Your turn now. What did you hear about me when you were doing the whole ‘I can hear your heartbeat’ thing?” She looks curious and something else. I sit on the bed next to her.

“Well, you won’t get mad if I say something stupid, right?” I ask. She nods and I continue, “It’s not just what I heard, actually. It’s what I smelled.” Her head jerks and she looks at me wide eyed. I give her an evil smile. “You were aroused by my skill. Somehow, when everypony else felt the tingle of fear when they realized just how good of a predator I am, you liked it instead. You're like me, you like dangerous things.”

She grins softly, “You're pretty good. You know, I feel a little jealous of you. This bed is way better than anything I could afford. I figured that as the sole representative of your race, a diplomat’s room would be fitting. I should go to sleep.” She starts to get off the bed, and I put a hand on her side.

“You can always share the bed with me tonight. Perfectly chaste, of course, I just don’t want to be alone right now. When I’m alone, my thoughts are going to catch up with me. I won’t be able to sleep tonight, and being around you soothes me.”

“Perfectly chaste? Sounds fair, just don’t try anything dirty. Get the lights, please. I know these curtains are good, but no sense wasting the lamp oil.”

I walk over to the lamps and turn them off. My eyes shift into night vision. She is laying under the covers with her head on a pillow. I close the curtain behind me as I get under the covers with her. Facing her, we stare at each other in the darkness. She smiles, closing her eyes and wrapping me in her hooves. I hug her close, she’s warm and has a wonderful scent that draws me close. Closing my eyes, I feel her move and her sharp teeth press against my shoulder. The nibble sends a shiver through me.

I open my eyes and stare at her, “Are you trying to make me fail my promise of being chaste?”

She looks back worriedly, “I don’t know why I did that, sorry. Wait. That didn’t worry you or anything? That actually turned you on? Why?”

Some questions cannot be answered with mere words. I move my mouth over to the base of her neck and gently bite her. Even in human form, I still have sharp teeth. She shivers and her spine arches. I smell the wonderful scent of her being turned on. It beckons me to do more, but I am held back by my promise. Tormenting her could be fun too.

“Oh,” she breathed, staring at me with wide eyes and a sexy grin. I smile back as we both become aware of a certain hardness between us. She doesn't lose her grin and asks, “I take it you enjoy trying to eat me?”

“If I hadn’t promised you, I would show you a whole new meaning to that.”

Her head darts forwards and our lips meet. I explore the inside of her mouth as our tongues dance. She seems as enraptured by my fangs as I am by hers. We break apart, breathing heavily and staring into the depths of each other’s eyes. The silence between us is sweet and laced with desire. She breaks the silence, her voice hesitant.

“Ponies are usually scared by night ponies’ teeth. Many of us even have special magic done to make them like day ponies’. Even other night ponies can be scared by them, and wouldn’t dare to kiss like that. I just might have to keep you, Wolf.” She hesitates for a moment and bites me at the base of the neck. I moan at the wonderful sensation. Her teeth make a small pinhole and she yanks back at the taste of blood. She starts to apologize and I place a hand on the back of her head pulling her into another kiss. It is deep and lingering like the last one.

“I think we’ve already shredded that little promise of yours, not that I mind,” she giggles.

I kiss her again and begin to trail my hands down her body, exploring it. She’s very muscular and her coat is smooth. It’s a wonderful feeling. I can feel her enjoyment of the exploration in the building excitement of our kiss. I hesitate, and stop my hands short of her center. She pushes my hands the rest of the way with a hoof. Breaking the kiss, she gasps as I touch her. I gently caress the folds of her and begin to explore. She moans as I slide a finger into her. The difference in anatomy makes it difficult at first, but using her moans I learn her body’s nuances. Her breath is coming faster now as I increase the pace. Sweat lightly covers her body, and she kisses me again. She moans and pulls me into the kiss as her body spasms.

The scent of her fills the air as I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them. She lays still for a moment and smiles at me. “I’ll trust you with your fangs if you promise to trust me with mine.” She rolls onto her back and flips the covers off of her. Is she saying what I think she’s saying? I nibble on the base of her neck gently and begin a trail of kisses down her body. She shivers in excitement as I draw closer to my destination.

One final kiss induces the wonderful sound of her gasp. I smile and lick her. I’ve already learned a lot about how she ticks from working with my hands, and she wriggles under my tongue. The taste of her, the scent, the sound. It’s a beautiful symphony of the senses. She rocks and I manage a sound dampening spell an instant before she yells in climax. Moon Light is still gasping as I return to the spot on the bed next to her. I hold her as she calms down and kiss her. I feel no remorse for the promise I have, at this point, brutally murdered. She smiles at me, uncertain.

“Are you sure about this? I don’t mind if you don’t trust me. I would-” I cut her off with a kiss.

“Are you trying to talk you way out of it?” I ask her with a satisfied smile. She smiles back and moves down on the bed. She traces my muscles with her tongue. It feels heavenly. The occasional nip here and there as she explores my body sends shivers running through me. Finally, she stops and licks my hardness. The sensation sends a jolt of fire through my veins. She continues licking and teasing me in a way that drives me insane. She pulls away and looks at me uncertain again and I growl. Her confidence restored, she slowly takes my member into her mouth.

It’s wonderful. She sucks and licks slowly taking my entire member into her mouth. She is inexperienced but her fears are pointless as she works it. The pressure builds in my loins and I try and warn her, but all that comes out is a distorted “Cummmerrggg.” She seems to understand and pulls back, sucking on my tip. When it bursts out, she swallows my seed and moans into me. Wiping her mouth, she comes back up to the top of the bed.

“I’ve never done that before. It was.. fun. I should have thought this through better.”

“Regretting everything we did tonight?” I ask, worried.

“No way, I’m regretting that I have to wait an hour or two until I can play with you some more.”

I grin at her and pull her into a kiss. My hands trail her body as I fluidly roll her onto her back with me on top of her. My member is hard already with this sexy mare’s scent filling my head. She looks down with wide eyes and gets a lecherous grin.

“I could get used to this.”

I slowly enter her. It feels like fire coursing through my veins as the acts of the night bolster my magical reserves. I put the second half into her in a single thrust. She wraps her hind legs around me and moans half in pleasure and half in sweet agony. I work myself in and out, driving her. Our moans and scents fill the air as we move together. Every time I thrust into her she, thrusts back. She begins to cum, moaning as our sweat pools. I thrust harder, pushing her climax higher and higher as she squeezes me with her legs. I soon follow her in the spiral down as the pressure in my loins releases my seed into her. I close my eyes enjoying the feeling as we lose ourselves in the throes of passion.

As I come to my senses, I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder and feel something warm and wet on my arm. Lost in ecstasy she bit me, hard. She’s staring at it afraid. I shake my head at her.

“I’m sorry,” she says, sounding on the edge of tears.

“I know you are, but for the wrong reason.”

“What?”

“Quickly breaking the mood, thinking I’m some fragile thing that you're gonna break. That was fun, and I loved every minute of it. Actually, I liked you doing that a lot too. It’s just a little blood. The cut’s already healed. Hmm.. I kind of hope it leaves a mark.”

I pull out of her and grab a towel out of my bag. Hoping they know how to get blood stains out, I clean off my arm. Dropping the towel next to the bed, I lay back down next to her. With her in my arms, I smile contentedly and we drift off to sleep.

Author's Note

Editor’s Note: Coyote is a total derp, so if I missed changing any “ok”s to “okay”; any incorrect uses of it’s, its, there, their, they’re, and etc.; or missed changing any numerical values under 20 from numerical form to text form, please forgive me and feel free to drop me a tip as to what I missed. Also, it would be lovely of you to check out my fluffy one-shot. It isn’t the main story I am working on, but it is really adorable. Loves me! <3

Author’s Note: So, Wolf has shown his trump card. The monster form. Equate it to Guy Sensei's Lotus techniques (Naruto), not Goku’s super Saiyan form (if you don’t know what that is, you are going to be confused by the upcoming Anime Man scenes). It has a high cost on magic and, when overused, the body. It is worth it, letting him gain immense speed, strength, and the ability to hit on a group of mares at once. ;P Seriously though, things are heating up and love is in the air. This is my first time writing clop and I hope I did a good job balancing enjoyability with believability. After all, Wolf has never had a lover before. He couldn’t, as a result of being strong enough to kill most with a hug.

Wolf, you shouldn't be giving away spoilers! That’s my job! Like how the chapter involving the party I throw Wolf welcoming him to Equestria is incredibly important and should not be ignored! Or how-

Seriously, how does she even do that? She isn’t even in the story yet!