Equestria Ghoul

Opening my eyes, I stared at the ceiling looming over my head. A fan overhead caught my attention. I stared at it, circling and circling, forever spinning in an endless cycle, until someone finally stops it; like an oroboro. I picked my head up and observed my surroundings. It was a pleasant looking room, with an adjacent couch and a small table in-between. The table had two antique cups on it, which seemed to be holding Coffee in them. I got up and sighed, I knew where I was by deduction alone. Rarity’s shop.

I placed my hoofs over my face and contemplated my actions last night. “I ate somepony.” I said aloud as if doing so would help me come to terms with it. It did not. My memory was hazy, but the images were there. Rainbow Dash killing somepony, me eating the corpse. I wanted to cry but I couldn’t. I was all dried up.

Just then I hear a familiar eloquent voice on the other side of the door. “Looks like the Binge eater has moved into Ponyville. If we can figure out where she is, we take her down before she raises any notoriety. We don’t want the royal guard coming in.”

The door opened to reveal the owner of the voice. Rarity, is she a ghoul too? Why didn’t any of them tell me? I got up and looked at her vacantly as if saying, ‘I deserve an explanation.’

“Hello there dear. Heard you had a rough night.” She said nonchalantly.

She had no fucking idea. My features grew furious and I opened my mouth to yell at her, but she stopped me.

“I’m sorry dear. For everything.” She said with a saddened expression.

“You and Rainbow Dash… Ghouls. Why didn’t you tell me?”

She gave a sheepish smile and shrugged. My anger grew more intense.

She gave a sigh and began to continue, “Okay. Take it from our perspective. We’re hated by most of Equestria. Who the Royal Guards hunt for the hell of it and Princess Celestia allows it every time. Now you come into our lives. Prodigy of Celestia. Brother is the HEAD of the royal guard. Do you see what I’m saying. If we told you we could have been sticking our heads into the shooting range.” She grimaced to me.

I looked down disappointed. She lied, our entire friendship was based on a lie. “I would have accepted you either way…” I muttered.

She put her hoof on my shoulder and I didn’t have enough courage to shrug it off. She spoke once more, “We trusted you… Just not the people you were affiliated with.”

That didn’t make me feel better. “Who else.” I demanded.

“No one else in our little group but at least 1/8th of ponyville are ghouls.”

I shook my head, “The Princess loves all her citizens. Even ghouls!”

“Oh is that so?! Is that why we’re in hiding?! Is that why the Royal guards slaughters our kind on a daily basis with minimum evidence?! Kill on sight! That’s what they do!” Rarity screamed teary eyed.

Touched a nerve did I? I gave a loud sigh and cupped my face. I’ve been living a lie. My friends, family, my mentor. Everything has been a fucking lie. I wanted to scream. To fly up to the sky and scream as loud as I could. But I held my tongue.

She got up and paced the room. “Rainbow said you weren’t a ghoul before?”

My eyes darted up, “I wasn’t, you have to believe me.”

“I believe you. No ghoul could eat that much cake without getting sick.” She gave a coy smile and patted my stomach, which caused me to blush. “Let me see your face.” She said as gripped my face with her hoof. “Sorry about this.”

“About wha-” My question was cut off short when I felt a sharp stabbing motion on my hoof. I jumped back and exclaimed, “What the hell was that about?!”

“One eye.” She replied, with a vacant expression.

I touched my cheek and said, “Yeah, I have one ghoul eye. What about it?”

She began to pace again, “A one eye ghoul… Well it usually means that said ghoul is half ghoul half pony. Born from a pony mother and ghoul father… But from what you’re telling us, you weren’t always a ghoul... “ She looked up to the ceiling lost in thought “Artificial?” She muttered out. Minutes passed in complete silence, until she blurted out a question. “What happened to Fluer?”

“Dead. Or at least that’s what they told me.”

She began to pace again, shocker. I laid back down and stared at the ceiling again, this heated discussion has simmered down into two ponie- Er… Ghouls, silently thinking to themselves and occasionally blurting out a question or remark.

She stopped and stared at me, before running up and placing her head got close to my face and she demanded, “Show me your kagune.”

“My what? Look I don’t show that to just anyone. That’s saved for my special somepony.” I remarked stupidly.

Rolling her eyes she replied, “Not your… Wohoo. Your kagune. It’s a liquid muscle us ghouls can form.

Again I was stumped, “Mind showing me?”

A frustrated sigh left her mouth and she turned from me. She clenched her muscles and out of her left fore-leg something formed. It sprouted her fore-leg, it was a shapeless thing, eldritch in design. If I could describe it in anyway it would be like a multi jointed arm and claw. It’s skin was a rorschach of red and purple with what appeared to be crystals lining the skin. It was beautiful in some twisted way. “You try.”

I tried to imitate her, sucking in my gut and tensing my body I felt something rising in my body. I tried to force it out, pushing as hard as I could and… I farted.

Rarity burst out laughing. “Not like that Twilight. But it seems you haven’t been eating well… Come on let's get you some food.” She opened the door and walked down stairs.

I quickly followed and began to hear commotion as we began to step down.

“Gods damn it Ditzy! That’s like the eighth one you’ve broken!” Rainbow’s voice said.

“Sorry miss dash!” A bubbly voice replied.

We hit ground floor and saw a clutter of ponies. Rainbow dash was scolding this cross eyed mare. A stallion wearing a brown coat was sleeping in a chair placed in a corner. Sweetie Belle was doing homework on a table. And A black and white stallion stood behind the counter washing cups. But as soon as Rarity stepped down all attention shifted to us. Minus the sleeping stallion who was still napping. They all looked at her with a insane amount of respect. What had she done for them I wonder?

“Alright staff. May I introduce, Miss Twilight Sparkle. She’s the latest member of our ever growing family.”

Their eyes directed themselves to me, Sweetie Belle waved and Rainbow Dash gave me a smile.

The cross eyed mare flew into my face, “Wow! I’ve seen you! You’re the Princess! I never knew you were a ghoul!”

I wanted to say I wasn’t but I held myself back.

Rarity directed her to get down and she continued, “At this moment she needs some food so could one of you prepa-”

“We’re out.” The black and white stallion said, with a peaceful disposition.

Rarity sighed and walked over to the sleeping stallion. She poked him, “Time Turner.”

He kept sleeping.

“Time Turner!”

Continued.

“Time Tu-”

“Calm down Mirss. I’m just joking.” He responded as he got up. He stretched himself out and looked around.

“Ah, we need you to go get some ‘groceries’ with our newest sister.”

He turned to me and rubbed his eyes, yawning and smacking his lips. “Who would have thought we would be calling a princess, our sister.” A smirk appeared on his face.

I shuffled around awkwardly wishing that I could explain my situation.

“We also need you to take her to Vinyl, and get a mask. We wouldn’t want the royal guard to see her face.”

“Mask?” I questioned.

Rainbow Dash jumped over and said “You’ll need one, to hide your identity. Royal Guards remember faces of us ghouls and they will… Hunt. You. Down.”

Time Turner was already at the door, “Come along princess.” There was a joyous swing to his voice. I soon followed and we walked out of the cafe… Well I walked, he skipped.

Catching up to him I attempted to make small talk with him. “I’ve seen you around before, aren’t you ponyville’s local scientist?”

His head turned to me and made some weird noise reminiscent of a drum roll right before shouting, “Right you are Princess Sparkle! Glad to see you know the little ponies.”

That was a bit passive aggressive but okay. Did he have a problem with me? “Something wrong?”

“What? Nah. Nothing at all. In fact happier than can be. Don’t worry your pretty little head miss.”

Still with the passive aggression. “You know hiding your feelings isn’t healthy, you really should-”

“I’m not hiding anything! And in fact I’m quite healthy.” His face contorted, and he switched from a happy energetic expression to one of pure hatred. “So drop it, murderer.” Then back again, he trotted along. I stood there dumbfounded, I wonder what underlining grudge he has with me. Probably not the best time to ask though. I caught up to him as we approached a small house. Time Turner let himself in and started to yell out, “Vinyl. You here?”

I walked in with him and took a gaze around the room, which was lined with music equipment and masks of different varieties. Spotting a rather large, blanketed figure, I made my way over to it. Curiosity overcoming me, I took off the cloak and was greeted by a blue haired ghoul jumping out.

“Hey there.” She said calmly.

“There you are Vinyl. I was starting to worry.” Time Turner stated as he walked up. “We need you to craft a mask for our newest family member.”

Vinyl titled her head and stared at me. “You… A ghoul… What a… Pleasant surprise.” She smiled… A knowing smile. The smile a criminal gives a officer. The type of smile your parent gives when they're telling you a white lie.

Time Turner noticed this to, “Something wrong Vinyl?”

“No, no… Just surprised to see a Princess at my doorstep. Now sit down.” She placed a hoof on my shoulder and lead me to a seat. After seating me she took out some measuring tape and began to bombard me with questions. “Like any types of animals? What’s your favorite color? What’s your- Wait… Hold on.”

I could smell a strong aroma, one that tasted sweet and salty. Looking over I see she’s eating… A penis. A stallion’s penis. I shuddered in response.

“Huh… Looks like you’re a One-eye. Wait here a second.” She left and returned seconds later with a white eyepatch. “I hear one-eyed ghouls can’t really control their eye. It’d be safer for you to wear this.”

I put the eye patch on, it was a comfortable fit… Seemed to be made out of felt.

“That looks good on you.” Time Turner responded.

“Yes, it does look good on her… Hm. I think I have just the thing.” Vinyl left again, to see, this time with a longer wait time. Upon her return she had a small shoe box in hoof, which she handed too me. “A little something I made a while ago, never found a good host for it though.”

I opened it up to see a black leather mask. It had gritted teeth on it, and an eyepatch to cover my normal eye. I strapped it on and turned to my two companions, expecting a reaction.

“Brilliant.” They both said with smiles on their faces.

I levitated a mirror up and looked at myself, touching the fabric and leather I gave a deep sigh at my new look.

At my new face.