The first step I took outside revealed a full blown war zone. There were bodies of thestrals and canids either bleeding out or dead all lover the ground. The sight of the blood seemed to awaken something inside me. My rage boiled my blood as I looked to a filthy schweine unbuckling his trousers and walking to a dying mare.
"Gut the bastard!" my rage howled. "Let his soul be raped in the pits of Tartarus!"
A pain spread all through my being, it felt like my bones were expanding and changing. My vision sharpened and, after some strange sensation, my hearing improved. With some cracks and pops a muzzle took the place of my mouth and nose, filling my mind with more scents, though the metallic smell of blood was thickest. My somewhat short 5'7" stature grew to a stunning 6'11" as my body elongated. My arms lengthened and grew long claws. A slight pinching feeling came from my backside, I'm guessing for a tail if the sensation afterwards is anything to go by.
As the pain from the situation subsided I gave an ear-splitting howl that was answered from the forest behind my home. I launched myself at the damned vile beast as he stopped what he was going to do and gazed at me in a state of wide-eyed fear. Before his shaking, tubby legs could carry him anywhere I swiped his thick neck with my claws, allowing his thick red essence to flow freely down him. The terror in his eyes grew as his pillowy hands tried, and failed, to stop his vitle, vile blood from leaving him. He opened his mouth and let out a gargling squee before collapsing into his puddle of blood. I turned around and saw many terrified schweine troops looking as me. With another howl, animals flooded from the forest and joined the battle against the invaders.
"How am I doing this?" I asked myself.
"They are answering our call." answered my rage, "They are here to fight our enemy."
A wail of pain stopped all further questions as I saw my father skewered by a spear held by an important looking pig. My vision went red as I launched once more with a vengeful howl. The schweine didn't even seem phased. On the contrary, he smiled smugly as he lashed out as me with a machete that was hanging by his leg. I wasn't able to move away and the heavy blade slashed into my chest with a burning pain. I jumped back on his return swing and he let go of the spear that impailed my father and focused on me with his smug smirk growing into a wicked grin. He brandished his blade and waited for me. I could see my father begin to move his hand to the spear and gave me a look. I gave a slight nod and swiped at the boar which he easily dodged causing me to snap the shaft of the spear and gave a return luge that I barely side stepped. I snarled at the pig who finally looked a bit frustrated. He glanced at his restrictive armor as I took my chance and gave a lunge of my own cutting the metal open but not the porker inside. I then jumped back, dodging the cut the schweine gave.
The pig huffed and quickly took off his armor, giving him more freedom. He then let loose a myriad of swipes, many of which hit home. My blood was staining the ground below me and my body felt as though fire was coursing through it. My slashes began getting more sluggish as my muscles wailed in protest. The schweine easily dodged my advances and was getting ready for one last assault when a battle cry was heard behind him and the broken shaft of his spear went through his arm, causing him to squeal in pain and drop the machete. He turned around and kicked my father back down and I finally had my chance, I shot out and drove my right claw straight through the arrogant shit and held his heart in front of his eyes as it pumped to no avail. The boar grew into dead weight after a bit of muscle spasms and I withdrew my arm from his carcass and held up the heart with a howl of triumph.
The battlefield was quiet for a bit before the cheers and noises of the various creatures rang out with renewed vigor. I then took a bite out of it and threw the rest to the ground before charging back into battle, my own pain long silenced by my victory. I tore the throats out of two pigs going after a young canid armed with nothing more than a kitchen knife and ripped another's spine out cracking the skull on the head of another. Soon enough, the invaders were retreating, some stragglers being picked off by timber wolves or manticores before the animals left as well.

Now, here I am, still aghast at how fast something that may have been nice escalated to something filled with bloodshed and loss. I turn to look where my father was still laying, my mother holding him with tears streaming down her face and Strongheart looking at them in sympathy, her own tears racing down her cheeks. I tentatively walk to them, my heart drumming a melancholy tune as I stopped before reaching my mother. I couldn't face her like this. My father was dead because I couldn't get to him fast enough. Her love died because her son wasn't good enough.
The mare that I saved from being defiled was being tended to and apparently would make it, apparently the wound she suffered wasn't as bad as I had originally thought. A part of me was satisfied knowing that I had saved a mare yet another part of me was terrified at how savagely I had dealt with her attacker. Even still, my mind was wandering about what else I could have done to make a difference.
"I could fend them off but why couldn't I stop all of this from happening?"
Tears burned a path down my cheeks as I clenched my fists. I can only stare at the chaos in front of me as my sadness drips to the ground below me. As my mind wanders again a soft sensation wraps itself around my waist securely holding me.
"You saved me..." came a quiet voice.
As I try to turn around the soft arms around me tighten. I look at the soft, tan fur of the arms and I gently grab them only for them to tighten more.
"Don't go." said Little Strongheart, "Don't leave me. I don't want to be alone."
I sigh but stand there with her in silent acceptance. The warmth of the fire in the air is only steadily overcome by the sobs and the wet sensation that is slowly soaking my shoulder. Her hands move around to hold me in a more secure way, placing her hand on both my chest and stomach while she buries her head into my shoulder. As I started to move my arm again, she just tightened her grip more, never enough to hurt, just enough to make sure she held on. I scratch my cheek in embarrassment, her rather voluptuous mounds were pressing tightly against my back and the heat was definitely building in my cheeks.
"Um...Little Strongheart?" I manage to finally say.
I am answered by silence but she also reflexively squeezes lightly, and we stand there in silence for a few more seconds before she finally makes a noise.
"You saved me." she sniffled out "You stopped that...that pain from happening."
A bitter smile tries to tug on my cheeks as I give a light chuckle.
"I saved you? It was all because of the knife my father gave me. I couldn't even save him."
She gives me another squeeze as more of my bitter tears pool in my eyes.
"My mother is a widow because I couldn't do anything!"
My remorse finally flowed freely as I gave out a cry that was unlike any of the others I let out today, a hollow cry of sorrow.

Author's Note

Here is your second chapter, tissues are to you left. Next time there will be sex. I Pinkie Promise! There we go, now with all the pages and not a repeat of the first. Sorry, copy and paste issue from the typewriter app I'm using to Google Docs.