Equestria Ghoul

Days passed, with many visits from my friends and family. They were all happy to see me alive. Applejack had come back from her trip and brought me an ungodly amount of apple fritters as compensation for not being their to save me. Fluttershy gave me a stuffed animal, Pinkie… Well she was Pinkie and her mere presence is a gift. Rainbow and Rarity came in together, but when they visited they seemed the most relieved by my safety. Rainbow almost bursting out into tears. That’s funny, Rainbow and tears don’t usually add up. Well, unless you count that moment with Tank… But anyway, their whole visit was riddled with mystery, I wished to speak to them more about Fleur, but the nurses shooed them away before I had the chance to.

Anyway, today was the day of my release, I filled out some paper work and walked out the front door with great relief. No more claustrophobic rooms filled with the smell of medicine. I took a whiff of the air and gave a deep sigh of joy. I was dressed in the brown aviator jacket I got from Rarity that time we tried to help Rainbow study for her exam. Rarity gave it to me, free of charge while I was in the hospital. I reached in and took out one of AJ’s fritters from before. I took a bite out of it and swallowed it. Feeling the substance trickle down my throat and stop I knew something was wrong. It tasted like ASS. I quickly scrambled to a trash can and began to vomit the vile material up. When I finished I panted heavily and slid down the trash can exhausted. I brought the apple fritter up to my face and glared before chucking it into the garbage. Sorry AJ.

I got up and saw a small crowd of bystanders were watching in disgust. I gave them a confused looked and they instantly began to awkwardly shuffle away. I got up and walked back to my house- er… Castle. Still not used to that. I hung my head low in exhaustion, I hadn’t eaten in days, my stomach was aching. I thought of all the food I had in my fridge, and gave a small smile. This wasn’t really a wise choice, since I ended up lost in my thoughts and consequently got smacked face first into my door. I gave a colorful exclamation of my pain, and rubbed my snout before proceeding inside. Luckily I told my friends before-hoof to not give me a returning party, I needed to rest. Spike seemed to be out, probably out wooing Rarity, or getting groceries. Either way I had the castle to myself and I needed to eat and rest.

I lazily walked to the fridge and unwrapped a old hay burger from a few nights ago that I never finished. I took a bite and slowly chewed. Then my taste buds lite up in pain. It tasted like raw sewage. I grabbed my mouth and stumbled to the bathroom, holding the vomit in but not stopping it from slipping out of my nostrils. I emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet. Okay, maybe the burger was moldy or something I don't know.

I decided to just go to bed. I slammed my body onto the mattress, not even worrying about taking off my jacket. I closed my eyes and attempted to sleep. Waiting what felt like hours I began to hear something. It was faint. A giggling, a creepy giggling. It was unsettling, I took deep breaths and tried to relax. But their was this vile feeling I was being watched. I opened my eyes and got out of bed. Okay! I don't need to sleep! Sleeping is for old people and stuff. I don't know. I just really needed to get out of the castle.

I stumbled out of the house and saw that the day had transitioned into the night. I pushed the collar of my jacket up to hide my face and continued into town. My head hanged low, and I walked into the center of town, I really hoped nopony recognized me. I don't want to sign any autographs today, nor be chased around town by fans... Again.

I looked around the town filled with bustling ponies. The bright lights of stores that housed ponies of all ages. A smile appeared on my face as I remembered that these were my subjects. But then something happened. A smell hit my senses. A delicious smell that seemed to be all around me. It smelt like roasting meat. Normally that wouldn't be an appealing smell. But right now, it smelt glorious. I looked around me and saw only ponies. Nice, juicy ponies. With flesh that tastes like licorice. With blood that would taste like syrup. Nice, tantalizing flesh! MEAT! FLESH! FLESH FLESH!

My mind snapped back to reality. Noticing my mouth was covered in drool, I realized something terrifying. And if this thought was true, I was a danger to everyone around me. I ran back home and slammed the door shut. My breathing was heavy and uneasy. I needed to figure out what was happening. I needed to EAT! No! I gripped my head and slammed my hoof against it multiple times. "Stop thinking that!" I screamed. I stumbled and slammed against my bookshelf which caused a couple of books to fall onto the ground. One book opened to a page describing the attributes of a ghoul. My eyes darted to it and quickly read it aloud. "A ghoul can not sustain themselves on pony food. If they did so their body would reject it." I read a little bit more and then the impact of my situation finally hit me and I scrambled to my fridge.

I took a bite out of a celery stick that was lying on one of the fridge's shelf. I immediately vomited on myself. NO.NO.NO. STOP IT. I hostilely took a tomato that sat next to the celery stick and gnawed at it. My body grew weak and I vomited that onto the floor as well. Apples. Banana. Hay. EVERYTHING MADE ME SICK. Tears streamed out of my eyes and I climbed to the last item left in my fridge. A house warming cake from a few weeks back. The thoughts of my friends filled my head as I gently slid it out of fridge and placed it on the counter. I took a spoon and gripped the end with my magic. I then dipped it into the cake and took a spoonful into my mouth. I waited a few seconds and began to cry. Falling over into a puddle of my vomit, piss and fecal matter, I curled up into a ball and sobbed like a filly whose parents were getting divorced.

'Their skin can't be pierced by knives or blades.' I remembered the book said. I got up and opened the kitchen draw. My magic gripped a kitchen knife, in response I stood on my hind legs and revealed my surgery scar. I brought the knife up to it and prepared to strike.

"Twilight!" I heard coming from the doorway, followed by the scampering of little feet growing closer and closer.

My head jerked to the intruder and I dropped the blade upon seeing who it was. "Spike..." I muttered shamefully.

He was in shock, eyes darting around the room like ping pong balls. "Wha- What did you do!"

I turned my head around to examine the room, food half eaten scattered around. Puke and shit in my hair and on the floor. And a knife directed at my kidney. I dropped the knife and simply said "I don't know."

He tip toes his way around the mess and climbed up the kitchen counter to look me in the eye. "Twilight." He said somberly. "Please don't do anything stupid. Please. I'm here for you." He must think I was trying to kill myself. Bless him for his sincerity.

Tears started to fall down my face again and a smile appeared. "I'm sorry for worrying you Spike." I gave him a hug which we shared for a minute or two.

He sniffed the air and replied, "Come on, we need to get you washed up." He took my hood and directed me to the bathroom. He turned on the water and gestured for me to get in. I stepped into the bath and the miscellaneous bodily fluids on me washed off and swirled down the drain. Spike stepped onto a step ladder and squirted shampoo, onto his hand. He rubbed it into my hair. I always like it when ponies played with my hair, it was a nice feeling. I laided back and began to relax. Letting the steam and Spike head massage clear my mind. I soon forgot about the worries I had a few seconds ago and closed my eyes.

When the bath was over I walked to my room with Spike and put on my sleeping gown. A light blue gown with stars sewn all over them, with a hat to boot.

Spike peeked into my room and smiled, "If there is anything I can do just call me okay? I'll be outside cleaning the mess."

I nodded childishly and pulled the covers over me as he shut the door. I tried to rest for a good 30 minutes, but then the giggling came back. I opened my eyes and got out. Looking to the mirror placed to the left of my bed. I stared at it expecting something to jump out. But instead something seemed to pass by in the mirror. Fleur. That bitch's stupid face appeared in the mirror and my mind heated up with anger. I turned and bucked the mirror hard in response. Breathing heavily, I looked at the wrecked mirror. I hadn't broken a mirror in what? One year now? Guess I broke my streak. Just then I smelled a delicious scent. It smelt like Celestia's cooking from when I was a filly. The sweet warm smell. It was outside, I went into a... Trance and followed it. Opening my window and falling out. Yeah, I know I have wings but for some reason the idea of falling felt appropriate. I got up and followed it into town. Into a dark alley, behind trash cans. There I saw it, and it made me cry.

A pony in a trench coat eating a corpse of another pony. A ghoul, I fell to the ground and sobbed. He looked up and saw me crying. "Hey. You okay kid?" He looked down to the corpse and tore a bit off of it. "Here, have some. I haven't eaten in a long time so I can't give that-" His speech stopped as his head was torn clean off by a mysterious figure that loomed behind him.

"You know, you dicks really should sense the signs. These are my hunting grounds." The figure said with a sly sarcastic voice. The figure came into view which revealed a young pegasus stallion with light blue hair and a dark blue coat. He put his hooves to my sides and threw me against a wall before slamming me against it via holding my neck down with his hoof. It was painful to say the least.

"I was just passing through! I swear!" I gasped out.

"Let me put in a way you might understand this. I walk in to see you fucking my girl in my house. And you say 'This isn't what it looks like!' Now I think that gives every right to rip off your fucking head!" He screamed in my face. He pressed his hooves against my throat and cut off my respiratory functions. I struggled as best I could but it was no use. I gasped for air frantically and painfully. But again it was to no avail. My eyes sight grew blurry. Was I going to die? That seems pretty anticlimactic, I get out of the hospital and literally the first day out, I'm at death's door again? Lame.

"Who said this was your hunting ground?" A familiar voice asked from out of my view.

The stallion loosened his grip and I dropped to the floor like a brick. I laid on my belly and looked up to see my savior. A mare, she had a long coated black hoodie, with a mask of a hawk. I examined her closely, her tail hung out and a bit of her leg was visible. Her fur was cyan blue and her tail was rainbow colored. My eyes grew wide as I realized who it was.

"Rainbow Dash." I said quietly.

She ignored me and faced the stallion. Her posture was tense. She was getting ready for a fight.

The stallion stared her down and frowned. "This is my hunting grounds. You should know that. I marked it."

Rainbow Dash stepped forward confidentially. "And you should know, those who make 'hunting grounds' are too weak to actually hunt for themselves. Instead having to trap ponies and hide in the shadows like cowards."

"Are you calling me a coward?!" His voice grew with anger. Gritting his teeth in rage.

She gave a shrug in response. "Ain't calling you brave."

And like that something in him snapped, and it sent him flying at her in rage.

Rainbow dash didn't move an inch; so when he came close to her, she quickly grabbed his head and pushed her body down. This caused him to get flipped upside down and he landed on his back. He let out a gasp of pain before looking at Rainbow Dash with terrified eyes. She had his head in her hooves and he knew what would happen next.

I tried to close my eyes but my body was frozen in shock. I saw her twist his head aggressively, followed by a sickening snap. She let go and his body fell to the floor lifelessly. This couldn't be Rainbow Dash. It couldn't! My friend wasn't a murder! She just wasn't!

The murderer looked up at the sky and gave a deep sigh before turning to me and approaching me. "You okay?"

I backed off and pressed myself against the wall. What was she going to do to me? Was she planning on snapping my neck too? I hid my face.

She stepped in front of me and bent down, she looked at me and stood up straight in shock. "Twiligh- I mean Princess." She knew me. Maybe it was Rainbow... No. Rainbow wasn't a murderer. "Ma'am. I'm sorry you had to see that. I promise we're not all like tha-" her speech stopped. And she got closer to my face, as if she were examining my face. "Twilight... You're a ghoul?"

My eyes went wide and I got frantically and looked in the reflection of a nearby puddle. There I saw it, my left eye was black and the iris and the pupil were red. It was true I was a ghoul. With the revelation at hoof I began to weep again. I looked at the murderer with wet eyes. She looked down on me and began to strip away the mask. I would like to say that I was wrong earlier. But I wasn't, Rainbow Dash stood where the masked murderer once stood. Both eyes of here's were the same as my left one. Rainbow was a ghoul? Why did she never tell me?

She sat in front of me and patted my back, "It's okay. You don't have to hide anymore." Was this a gesture of reassurance? Because it made me sadder. She got up, walking to the corpse and tearing the hoof of the poor pony off. She had it gripped in her teeth as she walked back to me. "Here." She said through clenched teeth.

I reached out for it lustfully but before I could eat it I pulled myself back. "No..." I whispered as I hung my head. "I can't. You gotta believe me Rainbow... I was once a pony. I wasn't a..." The word monster hung on my tongue.

Rainbow sat down in front of me. "You mean. You weren't like this before?" She paused and contemplated the situation. "Doesn't matter you got to eat. You look starved." She held it out again.

The scent was driving me crazy, I began to pant and I reached for it one more time. NO! I CAN'T! I'M A PONY! I threw my head to the floor and began to smash it into the ground, attempting to crush the dark impulses that lay within me. I began to scream, "I can't! I can't! I can't! I can't!" With each word I bashed my head harder and harder into the ground. Tears and saliva streaming down my face.

Rainbow grimaced at my state and got up. Walking over to the corpse once more, she ripped out a chunk of muscle and approached me with it. "Twilight you're my friend. But you'll die if you don't eat." I looked up to her and she looked back with such confident eyes. "So I'm going to give you a helping hoof." And like that she took the meat that was in her hoof and slammed it against my mouth. She hit me so hard that I got slammed against the wall. It entered my mouth, and I tasted the sweet succulent juices. The wonderful taste of flesh. I swallowed it and I fell to the ground. I began to breathe heavily. Turning my head to the mangled corpse I couldn't help but run over and begin to feed. Tearing the flesh off the bones, chewing on the muscle. It was wonderful. It was delicious! My mind blurred, my body being pumped full of adrenaline. When I came to, the corpse was nothing but bone. I was covered in flesh. I felt a hoof pat my head, and turned to see Rainbow.

"Better?" She asked with a pleased smile.

Tears ran down my face once more. I looked at my bloodied hooves and back to her. My vision went dark once more and I fell to the ground with one thought looming in my mind.

My mortality was being unraveled.