The Werepony

I awoke the next morning way more tired than usual. It was to my surprise that I was covered in blood along with the bed sheets and I was unsure why. I looked at the animal bite that I had received the day before. It was healing pretty well. I showered and cleaned up. The bed sheets were put in garbage bags and thrown away in a dumpster.

I was walking down the street confused. What had happened last night?

I overheard two ponies talking over coffee. The news going around Ponyville was that Timber Fall and Fruit Fields were attacked and killed by an animal from the Everfree Forest last night, possibly a timber wolf. I became anxious, knowing that I must have had something to do with it. There was only one pony who could help me.

Night Wing flew down and noticed I was uneasy. I asked him if anything was different last night at home and he said that he had slept like a rock, but didn’t hear anything. We went and saw Night Wish.

When I met with Night Wish at her cottage, I said, “Timber Fall and Fruit Fields were killed last night. I think it was me, but I don’t remember doing it.”

Night Wish stated, “Don’t be silly, Rainbow Heart. They had animal bites like a wolf. It was probably some Timber Wolves.”

I admitted, “When I woke up I was covered in pony blood. My hooves were also covered in mud. I have no recollection of last night. I have no idea what’s going on.”

Night Wish stated, “Hmmm.”

I continued, “I was bitten by an animal the other day at the pet store, you don’t think I contracted a disease do you?”

Night Wish stated, “Is it possible?” going to retrieve a book from her messy shelf.

“Is it possible what?” I asked.

“There’s an old tale of a magical werewolf curse. It’s in here somewhere.” Night Wish said hoofing through the pages.

In the book titled, “Wolf Transformations of Equestria” there was a picture of a ponytaur, a creature with the lower body of a pony with four hooves and the upper body of a creature called a human with two arms. There was also artwork of human pony anthropomorphic pictures and humanoid pony pictures. There was a chapter about Werewolfism.

Night Wish read the book, “The first pony werewolf was a unicorn named Wolf Lover, who loved wolves so much he wanted to become one. He created and used a spell to achieve this effect and bring about the transformation. But it came with a price, it was a curse. There was no way to undo the spell that influenced him on every full moon. Werewolfism, the pony transforms into a pony, wolf hybrid beast. This occurs during the full moon phase of its cycle, which typically happens approximately one month apart. At first the pony is unable to control themselves in wolf form. But with practice and patience, they can take control during the wolf form. Also with extended practice the werewolf, or werepony, can achieve the transformation without the full moon. It is believed to be transferred by being bitten by a pony with the disease in pony form or by the pony in werewolf form. There is no known cure for this disease.”

Night Wing added, “Oh, getting banged by a pony with beastly, savage, primal, animal instincts every full moon could be sexily delightful.”

My eyes squinted as I looked at him and I informed, “You’re not helping. So I am a werepony? And I will turn into this wolf form every full moon?”

Night Wish added, “You’re technically a werewolf, since you turn into a wolf and not a pony. You are originally a pony and not a wolf aren’t you?”

Night Wing said, “Your highly intelligent comment has been ignored due to a processing error.”

I shrugged my shoulders and stated, “I’d prefer werepony. Besides, do you know how many stories are entitled ‘werewolf,’ werepony sounds much better and is mostly unused in stories.”

Night Wish tilted her head to the side confused.

I said, “Anyways. Never mind.” I added, “Well, at least I know what I am dealing with. Thanks.”

We left Night Wish’s Cabin and returned to Ponyville.

I was cursed with lycanthropism, in other words, werewolfism now and had become a werepony.