Werewolves: A Study by Twilight Sparkle

The title seems good, now I just need to work on the studying aspect! (Insert Nervous Chuckle)

Subject #1: Princess Celestia
Approximate Height (When Turned): 6’, 5” Normal Height: 6’ Even.
Noticeable Differences: Molars are far more adapted for tearing flesh, unlike the regular set of teeth a pony possesses, which are more suited for slicing lettuce, carrots, and other various fruits and vegetables. All herbivore presence seems to have disappeared from the subject: An entirely new set of teeth are present, and as said before, capable of ripping flesh from an animal. Moving on to the fur coat, it clearly becomes more unkempt and longer than that of a standard coat expected from an Equestrian Pony. Very much like a dog’s, the coat reeks of an odor when wet from Dihydrogen Monoxide (Water, for short). The mane possesses its own mind, magically flowing through the wind, which makes sense considering the pony affli-no not a good word. Considering the pony affected, that’s more suited, yes…

Continuing in initial observation, what makes it most strange is the color from which it changed: It is no longer a varying spectrum of summer colors, but instead is a very solid and dark red; the same red hue that is reminiscent of blood. More data is needed in order to determine if this is present in all werewolves. “Werewolves” doesn’t sound like a good name for ponies. Were-ponies? No, too silly and it also implies that we turn into a pony! The Greek derivation of the word commonly used is more suited-Lycanthrope. It fits more clearly. Moving on to more subtler changes noted, the hooves show a remarkable change, going from an ordinary hoof to more of a dog-like quality. The hooves are no longer present, and instead are replaced by padded paws, with each separate paw adorning its own set of sharp claws, that, much like the teeth are used, can cut and tear easily through meat. The wings are the most drastic, shrinking from a wingspan of 3 feet, down to a small 2 ½ feet. It seems mostly incapable of flight, and is completely covered by the long tufts of fur present.

Though I may say that this is the most unexpected subject for study, it was remarkable nonetheless! I wish I had time to write all this down, though…

Twilight Sparkle remained completely still while getting an up close and personal inspection of what she thought was a mythological beast until now. Frozen in fear and intrigue, she couldn’t even mumble any sort of word to the staring Lycanthrope. “Why does the cuddly one remain still?” It seemed that despite her best efforts at asking why Twilight was completely still, her beastly side couldn’t find the right words to comfort her student. I hope the cuddly one isn’t mad…

Twilight shook her head, and tried to formulate words, still frozen with that same mix of fear and curiosity. “I-I, w-well um…” She sighed, taking in a deep breath before releasing it. “Why do you call me ‘cuddly one’?” were the only words she could manage. Well, it’s better than nothing… she thought.

Celestia stared confusingly at her faithful student, nicknamed the “Cuddly one” by none other than herself. “You are cuddly, are you not? Has this one not made that clear?” Still, she found herself having a hard time using better words to explain. This time, Celly will try bigger words!

“F-faithfulll s-student, this one thinks you are ad-dorablllle." she grinned. "Celly ad-dores you!” she smiled through her fangs. Love is not the right word yet…
The purple mare blushed. “A-adores?” she repeated, only to receive an enthusiastic nod from her teacher’s head, and a fanged smile too. That only caused her to grow red even more!

“Is cuddly one okay?” Celestia gasped, thinking the worst had come to happen from her previous statement. “IS CUDDLY ONE ANGRY???” She asked frantically, tears forming in her blood red eyes.

I’ve got to diffuse this quick! “No, not at all, Celestia! I-I just didn’t expect it, that’s all…”

“Celly is glad you don’t hate her!”

They both looked around, each curious about where they were. “It looks like we’re in a cave.” Twilight’s ears swiveled at the sound of rushing water, and then looked closely at the only light source they were getting, the entrance to the cave, partially hidden by a waterfall. “It looks like a cave, near a waterfall.” That explains the smell of wet dog at least…

Using her powerful muzzle, Celestia smelled something approaching. “Get behind Celly, cuddly one!” she shouted. “Bad pony ap-apro-is coming!”

Trusting her teacher, despite her current condition, Princess Twilight hid behind Celestia’s towering form, hoping that whoever’s coming was somepony she knew and could calm Celestia down, and bring both of them back to Canterlot. Suddenly, noises were heard just outside of the cave. “Hmm, tracks end here.” A gruff voice spoke in a low tone. “Cave’s nearby." It sounded like it kneeled down to try and get a better look into the cave. "The werewolf went in there.” Hoofsteps were heard approaching the cave, until they jumped through the waterfall and stood a few feet behind the waterfall, and at the mouth of the cave.

Whoever it was, he seems to know how to track Lycanthropes! The purple mare thought. The figure approached nearer and nearer until it came face to face with Celestia and her student. “Who is bad pony?!" The figure remained silent, only observing the two creatures in the cave. "SPEAK!!!”

A stallion stood before them, clad in hybrid chain and leather armor that looked flexible and new, but still worn from countless battles of other foes, and he seemed to have a pendant with the carving of a wolf on it. His mane and tail were both grey, and had a scruffy beard adorned on his muzzle, while his mane was tied in a ponytail in the back, and hanged loosely in the front, giving the pony an intimidating feature. What was most intense about his features were the eyes- they were bright yellow, and slotted like a cat's! He stood in place for a few moments, looking around at possible escape routes should the need arise. There were none, except the entrance. “My name is Geralt of Rivia." He paused, this time staring fiercely at the Sun Princess, now turned monster. "I’m a Witcher, banished to this world by a demon set on staying alive, and making sure i stay out of its way. I have slain many monsters, whether it be for coin or otherwise, and most call me a hero. I herald no emotion, and offer no sentiment to beasts looking to swindle their way out of their execution. Most creatures of this world know me as the Grey Drifter. However, some know me of a different name, a name to be recognized: The White Wolf.” He reached behind his back to pull out a silver sword, one of two weapons he currently possessed and adorned on the back of him. "And you, Celestia, have been issued to me as a contract." Twilight gasped, remembering the stories and legends about this fabled monster slayer standing before her. Geralt, THE Geralt? T-The legends were made up! A filly’s story to put most frightened foals to sleep at night! If they are true, then I have to stop him before he hurts Celestia!
"Come at me, you piece of filth!" Geralt shouted, getting into a battle stance.
Twilight squirmed out of Celestia's grasp and ran in front of her to stop the attack between the two. “Stop, Geralt! You can't harm her, she's a-” was all she could say, before being thrown near the back of the cave by Celestia.

“I know who she is, pony." The Witcher interrupted. "A contract was put up by her sister to get her back to the palace unharmed, but the way my medallion’s humming, it seems she has other ideas.”

Okay, he’s the lesser of two evils! Time to stop my Teacher from doing something she’ll regret! She nodded to the famed Witcher, understanding that Celestia was about to do something she would regret, and possibly, with her life.

“Leave, bad pony! Celly won’t go!” Celestia exclaimed, lowering her jagged teeth and fangs to meet Geralt's height.

Twilight pulled on Celestia’s tail, causing her to turn around, and thankfully, stop her from attacking. “What is it, cuddly one?”

“Cuddly one?” Geralt asked curiously, only to get a look on Twilight's face that screamed "you don't wanna know".

“I think you should go, Celestia.” Okay, i need to seduce Celestia! It's the only way i see of this working. Trick isn’t the word I’d use anyways… “Well we can’t cuddle in a cave, can we? My soft fur will get all wet!” she pouted.

Her teacher sighed. “Okay, cuddly one. If the cuddliness will get bad, Celly will go with Witch Pony.”

“That’s Witcher.”

“Quiet, Witch Pony!”

Author's Note

Okay, so I think i've been playing too much Witcher games recently! But, when i was playing, i thought "You know, this could work perfectly with immortality! A Witcher banished to the world of Equestria, that was also riddled with dangerous monsters that can very well harm somepony if given the chance?" It was just too perfect an opportunity to pass up.

For the readers that don't know what i'm referencing, it's a friggin' awesome videogame that deals with fighting monsters, and getting cool loot off of them! Pretty cool, but if you want a reference picture, look no further than HERE