Dear god,
As I paced through the town square, waiting patiently, I let my thoughts wander. After many minutes of blank thought, I started to think of my favorite color.
Red.
I associate so many wonderful things with that color. Hunting, killing, blood... and most of all…
Food...
I am a predator and I do what I must. Feed. A predators job is to thin out the population but not eradicate it. If we ate them all, then we would have no food, if we didn’t eat, the population would boom and the world would fall apart.
Speaking of food, a filly just walked up to me...it’s kinds funny to me in a way.
On the outside, ponies see me as a regular, innocent filly…when I want to be seen anyway. All I have to do is shed my skin and hide it until I need it again…this particular one is getting rather uncomfortable.
But that will be fixed soon.
So answer my prayer and keep the cycle of life ever turning.
Dear god,
Her name is Sweetie Bell, she’s a seven-year-old filly with a white coat, purple and pink mane with beautiful mint green eyes.
Her eyes appear to be in pristine condition, and that should help, as I can sense that these eyes have begun to rot, and the magic holding them in place is beginning to fail.
I just need more time to get to know her so that I may be able to harvest and disguise myself properly.
Please answer my prayer, Let the magic that keeps my skin together and looking pristine last a little while longer, I am part of your plan after all.
Dear god,
Me and Sweetie Bell played with dolls for a while, and I had fun. I felt like I was one of them for a while.
I forgot the aching in my stomach from not eating in months.I forgot the sickly slimy feeling of rotting flesh covering my entire body.I forgot that I was a predator.
I’m praying as I sing a song, I don’t know what it’s called, but I know its meaning.
It is of that of sorrow.
So answer my prayer, why can't I just be a pony?
Dear god,
I didn’t want to see her again today. So I hid my skin and used a small amount of the magic I had leeched off of her to make myself to appear and sound like her, though it won’t last long.
I think some friends of hers had spotted me, they wanted to play, so I did.
I didn’t want to get caught because I said no.
We played for a few hours but I had to sneak away during our game of hid-and-seek.
My prey was coming and I didn't want to be found out. At least I had absorbed enough magic to hold me over for a few more days.
So god, answer my prayer, don’t let me get caught.
Dear god,
For the last few days I have been leeching off of her, I have noticed she doesn’t use her magic often, so she won’t notice that her magic reserves are low too quickly.
I didn’t see her most of the day, probably because it’s raining. I’m just going to stand out here in the cold. What does it matter? I can’t feel the cold, but I can feel warmth, especially when I feel boiling hot blood hit my stomach.
That always warms me up, though not for very long. Maybe a day or so be for its converted into energy to keep the skin from rotting on the outside.
So god, answer my prayer. Let me be warm soon.
Dear god,
She saw me out in the rain. She brought me inside of her house and gave me a blanket and a hot drink. Its sweet taste stung my tongue, but it felt nice in my empty stomach, though not as nice as blood.
I took a chance. I asked if I could live with her. I said I was homeless and she bought it. Though now I’m going to have to shed my skin and use up over half of my magic reserves to become invisible to her older sister as she explained that she was going to introduce us.
I know the risk of being found out is extremely high but the reward is too much to pass up.
So answer my prayer. Let this risk be worth it.
Dear god,
Sweetie Bell introduced me to her sister. It went smoothly but I sensed that this “Rarity” was irritated.
I searched her eyes many times for any signs of her sensing or feeling me there.
She hadn’t a clue.
So god, thanks for answering my prayers for once.
Dear god,
Sweetie Bell moved me into her large closet. She gave me a blanket and pillow to use.
But my species doesn’t sleep. But we do go into a trance.
We use no energy during this trance, but we can leech magic easier during it.
I watched as the filly slept in her bed, I felt as her green magic flowed from her horn into my hungry body. Many ponies don’t know this, but every bit of magic has a unique flavor.
Hers is minty.
Oh god, she’s waking up! I absorbed her magic too fast.
God don’t let me get caught.
Dear god,
She didn’t suspect a thing.
But she did get angry this morning when her sister didn’t make me a plate to eat. I don’t get to much energy from regular food anyway.
My body gets most of its energy from magic, and ponies are the perfect source of magic. A unicorn filly alone can keep my magic reserves almost full for up to two months.
But I’m going on two months now, and the last filly I harvested was an earth pony, so I got only earth magic. Not to say that they don’t have the same amount of magic, but its different across the three races.
And unicorn magic is the most potent and most easy to digest.
Sweetie Bell just left in a rush. I think she said something about her friends hating her.
Oh well.
So thank you, god, for letting me live another day.
Dear god,
I just found her diary. It appears she suspects nothing as of yet, but she does know that something strange happened the day I decided to play with her friends. I should be more careful.
But they do smell rather delicious themselves.
I’ll call some of my brethren to come to this small town, before I move to the next.
I’m just going to shed my skin. I want to forget for a while.
Dear god, thank you for letting me come to this town.
Dear god,
I fucked up. I almost got caught.
I shouldn’t have risked it again. I was so busy playing I didn’t even notice my prey until it was too late.
I had to run off before I could get captured.
I went back to my temporary home in the closet, and tossed my skin back on and drew some half done pictures so it looked like I never left the room.
God, I’m so afraid right now, I don’t want to die. I’m just doing your bidding..
Dear god,
No one suspected anything. They thought a changeling was in town.
They are so wrong.
I am not a changeling, but they are my distant cousins, nothing more.
Our species used to work together many centuries ago, but a war over territory broke us apart. Those days are but a distant memory now.
I’m glad that I wasn’t caught though.
Dear god,
I spoke too soon. She saw me watching her.
I was enjoying the taste of her magic, and got greedy. Before I knew it, we locked eyes for a few seconds, before I ducked behind the door frame.
Its time.
Dear god,
I hid from her throughout the day.
I couldn’t look at her. I knew what I was about to do, but I felt guilty.
But every animal must eat.
Dear god,
She’s in her bed.Writing in her diary.
She made eye contact with me.
Every time she adverted her gaze, I stepped closer while I sucked her magic dry.
I’m right next to her now.
So dear God, Thank you for this food.
Amen
