POV...Micheal

“Mike, you’re not cosplaying this year?” Penny asked as she bounced over in her Big Sister cosplay. She was a blonde girl, a foot shorter than me, with bright green eyes, and a heart-shaped face. She was also a huge fan of Bioshock. “I hope you’re not going as yourself again.”

“I’m going to disappoint you. I didn’t have time to make a costume. Also is that you Todd?” I asked the seven foot giant that was my silent best friend. He gave a nod, his Doom Marine helmet clicking a bit. He was also a huge gamer, favored some of the older games, like OG DOOM, which is why he was dressed as the OG Doomguy. “Not going to try the 2016 armor?” I asked and he shrugged. Next year for that then, after the game comes out.

“Well, wet blanket, let’s head to the Convention.” Penny huffed, muttering about me never taking her suggestions for a cosplay. Not that I didn’t want to, but most of her suggestions were girls and I don’t have a body like Todd’s. “You’re always the odd one out, Michael.”

“Maybe I like being that way, and hey, I work more hours than you two.” I countered as I thought about my cooking job at the only roadside dinner in town.

“I know, but you stopped playing those MMOs!” She whined.

“Hey, we all agreed to not bash our favorite gamers!” I huffed and Todd nodded.

“Fine. But I want you to buy something for your costume next year!” She huffed at me.

“I promise, Okay.” I chuckled as Penny smiled at me with a little blush. “Now let’s head to the Convention and find out what we want in the coming years.”

“Yeah, Video Games!” She called out.

So we all piled into my car and headed off to the Convention Center for E3. Was damn hard to get tickets but hell, this should be worth it!

Getting to the building, we took a while to find a parking spot. It was hard for us to get it and we had to walk up half the parking lot to get to the actual Con. Todd, as usual, didn’t have a problem with it, while I panted due to my asthma.

“So much walking.” I panted.

“Come on, you’ve done worst.” Todd chuckled at me.

“Not in while.” I countered as we walked in with our passes. “Well, lets looks at some games!” I chuckled as we got to looking around.

We sat in a few presentations, the Bethesda one being a big one for Todd. I was excited for Bioware, but I could wait to see it from home if I missed it. Penny wanted to see if some form of a good Bioshock game came up, though I doubted it.

About noon we all stopped at what looked like booth run by a Mickey Mouse cosplayer.

“This guy a fan of Disney games?” I asked as Todd looked at a few things that looked to be from the upcoming Doom 2016 games. Penny was looking at a Big Sister needle, she couldn’t make her own this time. There were masks from many games and other genres from movies and books.

“I don't know.” Penny chuckled, tossing a canine skull at me. She also tossed what looked like a bow at me. “There, you can be a hunter!” She chuckled.

“I don’t have the body for it, but these are nice souvenirs.” I sighed as she picked up what looked like a fancy plasmid remake of the teleport variety.

“Here.” She said, handing me what looks like a vial of blood. “You like Elder Scrolls, right?” She said as I read Gift of Hircine on the label. “Should be good for a Hunter, yes? Oh hey! I think there’s a BFG 9000 here!” She said, pointing it out to Todd.

He nodded and picked it up, posing with it a little. “That's a good look for you, Todd.” She said with a smile. “Hey, another Skull. Kinda matches yours, Mike.” She said, holding up a similar Skull to the One she passed me. “Also a Hunter Knife. Shame Destiny went down the cracker.” She sighed, twirling said Hunter Knife by its Ring. “Damn good replica too. Feels a bit heavy.”

“Might be a real knife.” I shrugged. I was a bit disappointed with Destiny as well, good premise, bad execution. “Maybe the next destiny game will be good,” I said with some hope.

“Here's to Hope,” Penny remarked as she looked the Skull over. “Weird etchings on mine.” She remarked, before spotting a pair of purple bladed short swords with gold colored hilts and fittings. “Hey, A Pair of Sworn Rapiers from Monster Hunter! Cool! These will make a neat Hunter cosplay next con!” She practically squee’d. “How do I look?” She asked, posing with them.

“Like a mesh of franchises.” I chuckled as I looked at Todd, who picked up another skull.

“I’m good.” He said, walking over to the Mickey guy. Penny walked over with a mass of stuff she had gotten, already wearing the Extractor needle and the Skull nestled on top of three Plasmid bottles and the Sworn Rapiers.

“Eh, I’ll take the bow, this vial, skull, and I think this,” I said, grabbing what looked like some hammer. It had a blackened Wood handle and a Metal Head that looked like Gold but was lighter and far harder.

“Nice forging hammer,” Penny said, looking it over. “I think it's aluminum bronze. Too hard to be Brass.” She said, giving it a squeeze.

“I guess.” I shrugged as placed them down.

“Aahahaha! Nice choices, that's twenty bucks for the whole lot.” The Mickey guy chuckled at us making us all blinked.

“For all of this?” I asked.

“Yes.” He repeated.

“Wow! That's neat! Thanks, Mister Mickey!” Penny giggled, passing him the cash.

“No thank you.” He chuckled in that Mickey way before things went black.

POV...Todd

“Fuck me.” I groaned as I got up.

What happened? The last thing I remember was getting some stuff with my friends from this Mickey Mouse cosplayer, then darkness. Looking around I was shocked to see what looked like Hell.

“Great. Did I die?” I thought to myself as I started walking, noting that still had my Doomguy stuff on and that it looked more real. “Huh.”

Shrugging I began walking figuring I’d find the devil and punch his face in. I mean, I look the part, and when in Rome, why not, if I’m dead, I’m dead, if not...well, I’m already here.

“Help!” I heard cried out and began running to the screams. I blinked at finding a gate, ruins of some kind, and a group of wolves. They looked like anthro wolves. They all wore plate armor and wielded spears. In the horde of demons was the girl crying out for help, a white pony holding onto two dead ponies and begging them to wake up.

“Well, this is just crap.” I sighed, rushing the group of Demons who noticed me and moved to attack. I slammed my fist into the first, finding it hard to kill, not so much that I was having trouble doing so.

I was bashing a skull, ripping arms off, punching holes into the demons. I slowly found my way to the little filly, who was staring at me in fear as I picked her up and jogged towards the wolves. The Preators looked like they were shitting themselves as I put they fully down and started ripping through the demons again, using a sword from a fallen wolf. Eventually, I killed the last Imp with a decapitation and turned to the wolves.

“Who...What are you two.” They mewled at me and the filly, who I noticed had blue hair and rainbow eyes, a tiny branch-like horn in her head.

“Todd. Take care of the girl.” I told them as I heard more demons coming for the gate. I turned with a sneer and rushed at them, the wolves quickly closing the door. “Heh, time to kill some demons.”

POV...Penny

“Fuuuck! My head.” I groaned as I sat up and noted I had my Big Sister helmet still on. Looking around I saw a Victorian City rising about around me. So I was not in contention anymore. Note to the self, next merchant I meet is getting a boot to the face. “Welp! Time to see the local!” I sang cheerfully and hoped I was in Europe or something and could find my way home.

“Graw.” A man, well, wolf, groaned ahead of me. His body was distorted, teeth a mess, and he had a wild look in his eyes. He wore sweaty clothing, yellow button shirt with black pants. His shoes were barely holding together, his feet too large for them and he used twine to hold the leather and sole together. Looking around I noticed a lot of the wolves were like this, some more feral than others.

“Huh, creepy. So, not Europe. And I’m most likely not getting home.” I said with a sigh.

“Away! Away!” A wolfman yelled swinging a torch at me as I got too close.

“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you!” I yelped backing off.

“Yous a Hunter! Yous going to kill us!” He yelled out, clearly insane. “No one's safe outside on the night of the hunt!”

“What hunt!?” I yelped, my Hand feeling prickly.

“The night of beasts! The Nightmare!” He screeched as he reached for me. “She returning! Riding the mare of moons! The moon will grow close and red! The presses will grow closer!”

He coughed blood, plunged a vial into his leg as more of them rose from their glooming on the street. Most were more deformed than he was, and all muttering about Hunters and Old Ones.

“The Loop will not stop, the beatification of Hunter will continue, war of dogs consumed by Old Blood! The world is lock! Gates Closed! Void has gone! No more! No more!” He screamed as the wolfmen readied weapons.

I gasped, before I lashed out with my Hand, the prickling feeling becoming a burning sensation! One of the wolf-men screamed as he was ignited in flames! “W-What!?” I gasped, looking at my Hand, which had flames dancing on it. Incinerate. I somehow had plasmids!

“GrrrrrrrraaaaaaAAH!” A largely cloaked monstrosity that looked like a mix between a bull and some other grotesque beast swang a massive ax at me. I gasped and made to Shield myself, my form feeling light before I gasped as I looked around, finding myself on a roof! How?

“Run, it’s an Executioner!” The mutated wolves yelled, running away.

“Another Hunter! He’s wielding a Gatling! WE’RE TRAPPED!” One of the leaders yelled as a cloaked figure with wings shot down the whole group before rushing the large monster and tearing into it with a sword and gun thing. I blink in shock as the person just walked away from the slaughter to another group to do it again, no hesitation.

“This way!” I heard someone quietly yell as I looked down to see what looked like some mutilated thing warping from the ground holding a lantern.

I blinked at it, before carefully walking towards it. “Uh, Hello?” I said to it, hoping that bloke wouldn't hear me.

“To the Hidden Church, to Amelia! She will get you out of Yharnam, She will help!” It groaned out.

“Thank you, Little Guy,” I told it, petting it's Head.

“Hurry! The Hunters work for the Moon!” It screeched before fading.

Running the direction the Lanterns were lit, I snuck through the city, hearing creatures, unsure if they were not monsters or not. But I also heard parties, and of all things, children playing. What was wrong with this place?

“What happened here?” I whispered as I managed to avoid a Hunter who was doing something to an unlucky wolf-creature. I couldn't tell what, and I did not want to know.

“Left, up the wall, behind the ruins, and snow!” A new one of those lantern holders told me. I gave it a thankful pat on the Head, before following the directions, as I leaped up the wall, gripped the ledge, and pulled myself over it, finding myself in the courtyard of a Church… And I recalled what I just did.

“Oh shit, I have the powers of a Big Sister!” I gasped, realizing I had used Teleport, as well as the Big Sister’s enhanced agility.

“Inside, quick, Amygdala is coming this way! It will kill you!” Another Lantern holder yelled, pointing to empty space behind me.

I grimaced, before putting my trust into the little creature and took a leap out of the shadows, rushing into the doorway. I looked back and squinted hard… And Then wished I hadn’t. A huge multi-eyed thing stood on the wall, tons of arms grasping at it and it was watching the city, but two eyes looked my way. I felt the need to hurl at the mere sight of that thing, before I just entered the Church, hoping it Would Keep me away from that… Thing.

“Who is there?” I heard a raspy voice ask as the door closed and the world outside seemed to...just go quiet, like this place was separate.

“Eek!” I gasped, panicking at the voice.

“Don’t be afraid, come in, let me see you.” The Voice rasped. I looked around, before stepping warily into the lit areas of the church, an odd sense of calm washing over me. “A fox? How strange, your kind almost never came to Yharnam, and with the Loop closed, new Hunters are rare.”

Yharnam? Oh shit, it was that game! “I… I don't get what you mean? I’m human.” I said.

“Did you not come for the Healing Church? And what is a Human?” The Voice asked as I neared.

“I didn’t know of the healing church.” I said as I took my helmet off, “And I am Human, not a fox.” I said as I got a whiff of… Dog?

“Strange, don’t mind my congregation, they will not harm you, not like the mad, feral creature that the Healing Church allow becoming.” They said as I came to a room, I paused from seeing a mix of skeletons and beast like people. Some were horses that looked half wolf, wolves that looked deformed, or some Caribou that whimpered in pain. The strangest one was a dragon growing fur.

At the head of all of them, was a huge white wolf, about the size of a small house. They were clearly female, wore ripped bloodied Nunes robes, white in color. Jewelry hung from her here and there. “Come, come closer, little fox, and you are a fox? Why did you say you were something else?” She, the voice rasped.

“I…” I said, before touching my face… And finding I met resistance where I shouldn't. I looked down to see I… “I have a fucking Muzzle!?” I yelped, before looking down to see a fluffy tail extruding from my bum brushing the floor. “How- What!? Eh!?”

“Hmmm, I would not have an answer little Fox.” The Wolf told me, calm and caring. “But the Little Ones,” She looked down to a group of Lantern holders, “tell me you were not supposed to come here, that the treacherous Blood Moon intercepted you. Do you wish to leave the city?”

“I… I don't know,” I whined. “I wish to leave, but I have no idea what is out there.”

“A place without the Hunt.” She told me. “If you stay, you’ll be a risk of getting sucked into the Loop like us.” She sighed, looking to her group.

“Oh,” I said, remembering that horrid thing I saw. “I… Is there a way for any of you to leave?” I asked.

“Not as long as the Orphan lives.” She sighed. “And the Hunters have given into the bloodlust. Even the new ones go to The Hunter’s Nightmare far too soon.”

“Nothing I can do?” I asked softly.

“Unless you wish to travel the city to and fight an Amygdala to kill the Orphan.” She told me. I whimpered at the thought, remembering that horrible thing, before swallowing. “H-How strong is it?” I asked. “And what are its weaknesses?”

“I would not know. I worked to make this sanctuary on the edge of the city. I shepard those who wish to leave and prepare for the day we can. All here wait for a Hunter to resist the lull of the Hunt.” She told me.

“Then let me try,” I said, igniting my incinerate Plasmid. “I can at least take out the Amygdala before I go.”

“Opening the Bridge would be enough for now. It may help the new Hunters to kill it.” The wolf told me. “It is not that far.”

“I know. It was right behind me when I entered.” I whimpered.

“Be careful then. I’m sure you’ll be able to return to our City if you leave.” She smiled warmingly, or as much as she could with her twisted maw.

“Okay, and thank you, miss…” I said, realizing I didn’t know her name.

“Vicar Amelia.” The told me.

“Thanks, Vicar,” I said, bowing before I turned to the Door as I checked what I had. I still had the Sworn Rapiers and the needle. Should mean I would be able to extract the ‘Essence’ from any enemy foolish enough to let me get close. I also hoped my Agility would help kill that eldritch bastard. “Alright, I think I am ready.”

“Good luck.” She told me. I nodded, before opening the door and putting my helmet back on. Better to have protection than to rely on the slug in my gut.

The Amygdala spotted me right off and began attacking, trying to grab me. I barely leaped over the thing, throwing several fireballs in its ugly face!

It roared and sent far more complicated attack my way. Lasers and balls of energy rushed at me as it began getting closer. “Fuck! Shit! Piss! Titty!” I yelped as I barely Teleported out of a strike and stabbed it in the Arm with my Extractor!

It roared as I drew its blood and the beast swatted me way. It started increasing its attack as it got more creative in its attacks. The roars sounded like language but it was not something I could comprehend.

I started throwing more fireballs, the spheres exploding on its eyes as two of them popped, before I drew the Sworn Rapiers and started rapidly slashing at its Arms, drawing more of its Blood.

It just kept roaring and tossing attacks, some I couldn’t even tell what they were. I dodged and attacked, but I was getting injured still by what I didn’t see. I teleported again, This time right into its face, and rammed the Extractor into its Eye, starting to extract more of its Blood to heal!

The beast was starting to slow, but it’s attacks were getting stronger. This thing didn’t want to die!

But neither did I. I started to focus my Incinerate Plasmid, feeling the pressure build up, before firing a torrent of flames into it's exposed Sockets! The result was its head burning from the inside out. The monster didn’t even have time to scream as the fire cooked whatever it had for a brain! It swayed for a moment, before crashing to the ground, throwing me off its ruined face.

“Oof!” I yelped, laying on my back as I panted heavily from exhaustion, as well feeling disgusted at being covered in the molten eyeball and Possibly brain matter. “That was… Horrible.” I huffed.

“Amelia wishes to talk.” A Lantern Holder told me. I groaned, before getting up, though not before walking to pick up my Sworn Rapiers, which were buried in its eye Sockets. They were miraculous, still intact. I also noted it had dropped some strange things.

They were things like vials of blood and some umbilical cords. I quirked a brow but stuffed them away. Never knew if I needed them.

Walking back to the Church the group looked at me in amazement. “It seems you are powerful, but you must leave soon. This will draw the Hunters, and I’m not sure if it will be good. My Church will be safe. Take the bridge walk the long road through the snow out of Yharnam.” Amelia told me.

“Alright. And… Thank you, Vicar.” I said, hugging her. “Stay safe.”

“We’ll try.” She told me and I left on my journey. I wonder if Todd and Michael were here.

POV...Michael

I woke with a groan, feeling my like my head had met a hammer for dinner. I blinked as I looked around noting it was in a forest, and it was night time.

“Okay, where the fuck am I?” I groaned, again. “TODD! PENNY!” I cried out.

All I got was an echo of my voice, the chittering of wildlife and a… Growling noise?

“Uuuuh…” I blinked, before looking and seeing some weird lion scorpion thing. I yelped, jumped away and started running from that every beast that was. “WHAT THE HELL!” I cried out.

“RAWR!” It snarled before I was tripped by its tail! It Snarled at me, before it sniffed me, then to my horror, it licked its chops as I saw a pink thing grow between its Legs.

“What the fuck!” I cried, kicking at the animal. It ignored me, hooked a paw at my waist and tore the fabric, which was pink and certainly not the pants I was wearing before! “What! Hey, buddy, I’m a guy!” I yelled at it as I kept trying to get it off me.

It gave me an odd look, before it licked my crotch, making me realize that something was missing.

“What! No! Get off!” I screamed as I took note of developing breasts on my chest. “This isn’t real!”

The lion thing gave me a look before it started to tug at the One thing covering my new parts, starting to pull them down. I cried out and kicked at its face, trying to get my bearings as my mind was in panic mode. “This can’t be happening!”

It snarled and Jerked back, my kick having Hit its nose. I whined as I crawled away from it, still confused, and the panic was not helping. I needed to run.

The creature, however, was quicker to get its bearings than I was because I was suddenly pinned under it, it's fang-filled mouth next to my ear. I cried out for help as I struggled under the creature, my mind looking for an escape, priming to bolt.

I then felt it's tip poke my anus. “No! Get off! Get off!” I yelled hoping someone would hear. “Help!”

I heard a roar of something massive, making the creature freeze, his tip having parted my anus.

“Crap! I don’t want to be eaten!” I cried out, fearing the bigger creature more. However, the lion had already started to back off, with me in its teeth! “Let go!” I cried panic, unsure of what the fuck was going on. The lion didn’t heed me and bolted.

I whimpered as the sound of something massive gave chase, the lion getting faster as it ran from whatever the thing catching up was. I was pissing myself now as the lion bolted for a small cave in the cliffs.

It Then spread wings, to my shock, then flew towards them, landing in a cave just as the massive thing stopped. I whimpered, unsure which was better as the lion place me down and looked outside before it was certain it lost the massive beast.

It Then padded over and sniffed my pussy. “No please.” I cried as the beast didn’t heed me. It licked me again, making me sob as its rough Tongue stroked my pussy.

My strength to fight was all but gone as I tried mustering kicks again. “Someone please help!” I cried, Sure snot was running from my nose.

The creature started to attempt mounting me, it's cock on my pussy when it yowled in pain and was pulled off me! I hiccupped, looking to see a serpentine creature slamming the lion outside, before throwing it Flying!

“What?” I blinked in shock before a pair of massive arms reached in and gently scooped me up, carrying me out. “FUCK NO!” I cried in panic.

“Relax young maiden. You are safe now.” the creature said softly, it's voice Soft and gentle, but carried a feeling of power. “That Manticore won't hurt you again. There is no need to worry.”

“I was almost raped why a wild animal, why should I believe you?” I hiccuped as I started crying.

“Because I don't wish for you to be hurt. It would besmirch the memories of the Friends I have made,” he said, stroking my Head. “I will take you to a recent friend of mine, you will be safe there.”

“I...okay.” I mewled, looking at the ruined dress I was in. “What the hell happened to me.”

“I don't know what you mean.” the creature said, making me aware of his, its voice sounded male, eyes looking at me, what seemed to be a concern in the glowing orbs.

“I was a guy a few hours ago.” I cried, “And the first thing that happened when I got here is a beast trying to rape me!”

“It's unfortunate you stumbled upon that Manticore, then. Their Mating Season had started two moons ago.” the creature sighed.

“Why would it go after me! I’m not even the same species!” I hiccuped.

“You were emitting pheromones when it pinned you. And Manticores are not that picky with females if they keep missing out on their heat seasons.” the creature sighed. “I had to help a few people from them before, and my friend nearly suffered a similar Fate once.”

“Oh.” I shivered. “Why am I female.” I hiccuped.

“I do not know. Mayhaps it may come to you, either from a mirror or from a Dream. I have met a few who had told me they were not of the Form nor gender they once had when I met them.” the creature told me. “Ah, but forgive me, I don't know your name.”

“Michael, Michael Forest.” I hiccuped.

“You may call me Steven Magnet.” the creature told me. “Ah, we're almost there. She has gotten her latest brew of Pepper-up done too if I got the smell right.”

“Um...what?” I questioned, confused.

“Zecora comes from a long line of Shamans and Witch Doctors. She may be able to help you get a restful sleep, and would be willing to chase away any nightmares from the… Recent Situation.”

“I...okay.” I mewled as we moved on. Eventually, we got to a gnarly looking tree that, surprisingly enough, was also a house. “Zecora, we have a new guest, and it's a Manticore Victim,” Steven said, his voice giving a rumbling effect.

“Really? Who’s wondering the forest this time of year?” A muscular Zebra female asked as they walked out. She was dressed in a fur shawl and a loincloth, with a staff made from Bamboo in her hand, a blade on One End with decorative feathers a the end.

“A possible lost One.” Steven sighed, making Zecora look at me in surprise.

“Lost One?” I asked.

“Bring her in, I’ve got food prepared,” Zecora told us as she opened the door back up and walked in.

Steven gave a nod before I felt his form ripple as his arms seemed to shorten and become firmer to the touch. I looked to see that Steven was shrinking, giving me a better look at him. He was some kind of long reptile, with deep purple scales, a gold-yellow belly and under the neck, Orange feathery ‘hair’ on His Head and a Mustache on His face. “I suppose you want to know. Lost Ones are what I call those who were taken from their homes and transformed into something they were not familiar with,” he explained.

“That happens a lot?” I asked confused as Zecora looked over at us and scowled at Steven.

“Steven, control yourself.” She told him.

“My apologies,” he said, his tail moving down at his Legs. “And not as often as you are thinking. It's not rare, but it's not common either. It happens every now and again, but I normally try to guide them to do the right thing in the End.” he explained.

“Oh, so you want to show me what to do?” I asked. “What did Zecora mean?”

“He’s getting a boner.” She said bluntly as she served some soup.

“My apologies. I get that a lot around her.” Steven said, his face Red at the cheeks.

“You also have a half-naked and hormone high teenager in your grasp, which I’m sure is not helping matters,” Zecora informed him as I was set down at the table. “Eat, it will help.”

I nodded with an unsure look before I started eating the soup. It tasted...weird, but not bad. I quickly scarfed it down, not really caring about looks.

“Good, yes?” Steven asked as he took a bowl as well.

“Yes, very good!” I sang. “Can I have some more!”

“Yes, here. Steven, why is it that you always seem so horny?” Zecora asked the snake as she got herself a bowl.

“Well, I haven't exactly got other females walking around, and it gets more than a little frustrating.” Steven shrugged.

“Ah, so you get a boner around me? You could look for one of the Anthro Timberwolves, I’m sure they will be glad to help.” She told him.

“Sure, but after I am done eating. I have to make sure I can still use a Pyre blast,” he said.

“A pyre blast?” I asked as I ate.

“One of my Attack powers. A burst of fire that can burn a Foe to blackened ashes.” Steven said. “I would have used it on the Manticore, but I exerted too much energy in trying to catch it.”

“Oh… Well, what now?” I asked them.

“Now, I go to work out my urges. Zecora has to wait for her brew to cool before she can bottle it.” Steven said. “Michael, you better get some sleep. A Dreamcatcher will prevent your nightmares.”

“Alright, good night.” I sighed as I moved to the provided bed. “Hope this is all a dream.”

Time skip: Morning…

“Oooh, not a dream.” I groaned as I sat up in my bed, feeling better from the night before. Zecora was meditating by… Balancing on her Head, while on a Similar pole to the One she had before, minus the blade. “Hello, is it morning already?” I asked.

“It’s afternoon actually. I have some food prepared.” She told me as I walked into the main room. I could smell it from the bedroom.

“Where am I?” I asked.

“You are in my home. Steven should be back soon. He may have already been done with whatever female he has likely impregnated.” She said calmly.

“Uh...that is not really something my people talk about so...well, brashly,” I said as I looked at the soup.

“I suppose. You Seem to be of the City-type, which has been proven from how you talk.” Zecora said as she got of the pole, landed and caught it in One fluid movement. “At least I was able to meditate without… Interruption.”

“Um...what?” I said, blinking at the last bit.

“Steven has the unfortunate problem of popping erections whenever I am near, and it is quite distracting to meditate when you have the smell of arousal in one's nose.”

“Oh, yeah. Do you two like each other?” I questioned while I ate the soup. I did not expect Zecora to blush and cough into her Hand.

“I… am not quite sure.” She said awkwardly. “He is nice, and rather well muscled…”

“Huh...well, what is there to do here?” I asked, wanting to change the subject. I was not one for...girl talk, and I don’t want to be reminded of my sex change all that much.

“Hmm, Well, there is the gathering of ingredients for any potions and serums I would have to make, as well as the checking of the traps, and to ensure that no one is attempting to poke another Ursa Minor… Again.” She said, rolling her eyes at again.

“Okay, sounds like fun.” I said, finishing my food. And it was about then I realized I had a muzzle. “What?” I asked myself grabbing at it. “When did that happen?!”

“You are not that perspective, are you?” She questioned.

“I was kinda panicking last night.” I mewled.

“Ah yes, the ‘Incident’.” Zecora said, as I noted her shudder. She was just as uncomfortable as I was at the memory.

“Let's move from that. So what am I?” I asked not wanting to make her uncomfortable right now.

“You are a Fox. Rare in this part of the world, but not unheard of. Also, I have repaired your clothing, go and get dressed before we leave.” She told me, taking my escape route.

I nodded and quickly moved to get dressed.

It was then that Steven came in with a contented smile on his face. “Hmm, That was a good girl.” He sighed as he leaned on the wall.

“Michael and I are going to the gather herbs and check my traps,” Zecora told him as she got ready.

I was doing my best to ignore the smell coming from Steven, it was too similar to the lion while it had… “Hrk!” I threw up out the window I was next to.

“You Okay?” Zecora asked.

“I don’t know.” I groaned. “Just the smell.”

“What smell?” Steven asked.

“Um...it’s coming from you.” I mewled embarrassed.

“Ah. I was busy working out my ‘Frustrations’. My apologies.” He said.

“I can tell...even if I never did it, my roommates had.” I said covering my nose, my body feels weird.

“I see. I will give you your Space.” He said, before leaving.

“Didn’t mean to send him away.” I mewled, hoping I didn’t offend him.

“He is not offended.” Zecora said, petting my shoulder.

“So, herbs?” I asked.

“Yes.” She responded.

Over the next few hours, till about nightfall, Zecora showed me the herbs of the forest. She also fended off some wooden wolves, she called them Timber Wolves, it was a short Fight, as she was able to Tear into them quickly, then passed what looked like a shrine for Hircine from ESO, and my blood boiled when we neared it.

“No need to get close to that relic.” She told me, guiding me away.

“Okay, I really don’t know what it was doing but my blood was like it was on fire.” I groaned. “We almost done?”

“Yes, just need to get some Hell Flowers from the Tomb under the Castle. I ran out last week.” She told me.

I was confused by this for a bit, until we walked by a some ruins in the middle of the forest. There was a lot of pony statues, statues of different creatures, and old armor of knights. A few of the knights seemed to stare at us.

“This place is creepy.” I mewled to her as she chuckled.

“You’ll get used to it if you live here.” She chuckled at me.

We reached some stairs and walked down them, past the remains of a stone bridge, now having a rope bridge replacing it, and into a dried moat. She led me past two other caves, one with a strange crystal tree that seemed to whisper things, the next holding what looked to be a shattered mirror with six colored Slayer symbols from the new Doom Game. “Really creepy.” I mewled now as we reached another staircase leading into what smelled like a sewer.

“Come the Tomb is down here.” She told me, leading me down.

I really didn’t know how long we walked but it was not more than two hours. My legs were starting to hurt by now. “What is this place?”

“A Tomb. Hell trapped something down here, and very potent fire herbs grow down here now.” She explained as we reached the bottom and I saw a sarcophagus with blazing white Slayer symbol on it. Chains wrapped around it, each link glowing with magic, and horse skull oozing something into a molten moat of lava around the thing. “Don’t bother opening it. The demons made sure it was kept locked up. Some legend say this is not the first time it was locked up, though I’m unsure of it. It has been trapped here for long before the age of ponies.”

“Uh...okay.” I said blinking. “So the Flowers?” I asked looking around, wanting out of here.

“Over Yonder.” She said, pointing to a corner where a Red herb glowed.

“Yeah.” I said, jogging over to get it. “How much do you need?” I asked.

“About half.” She told me as she picked though most of what we had in the bags.

“So what’s after this? Sleep?” I asked as I finished. “It’s almost dark?”

“Yes. Steven should be back by now.” She said as we got up to go.

“Grrrrowwwwll~” We heard from the stairs.

“Crap!” I yelped. Zecora took out her polearm and hefted it up, blade first at the source, already prepared to Fight.

I whined as a bow seemed to appear in my hands. I blinked and looked down at it seeing the night stalker bow from destiny in my hands. “Okay...I can work with this, even if I didn’t play up to that point in the damn game!” I yelled as pride of Manticores came down the stairs. I drew an Void Arrow, the weapon glowing, and launched it tethering the beast to the arrow anchor. “Zecora!”

“Hm!?” She said.

“That won’t hold for long, run!” I yelled starting to jog, shivering as I noticed all of them were aroused. She nodded and followed, we didn’t stop till we got back to her hut. “That was close.”

“Indeed. That power though.” She said, looking at me. “It is of the One used by Warriors in the North.”

“Huh?” I questioned. “What do you mean?”

“There is a group known for similar powers. They live in the far north, near some of the ruins of old civilizations devoured by the glacial snow.” She explained.

“Uh...okay, so there are Guardians here,” I said blinking in surprise.

“Is that what they are called? Steven told me they were called ‘Risen’ when he Last visited for the fact that they could rise from the dead thanks to their little machines.” Zecora said.

“Well, I think they’re called that too.” I mewled. “I don’t know a lot about these ones. I’m not sure if I’m one though.”

“You lack a ghost, So I doubt it.” Steven said. “It's a little spherical device that is shrouded by angular pieces.”

“When did you-!” I said jumping, turning to look at him sitting near the fire. “Crap, you scared me!”

“My apologies. I figured you would have seen me.” he said. “What happened?”

“Went to the Tomb to get Hell Flowers. Once we finished a pride of male Manticores tried ambushing us, but Michael has used a new ability of hers to immobilize them.” Zecora told him as she put our bags down and sat next to him.

“Yeah, wish I had known it last night.” I huffed.

“What!?” Steven yelled. “They didn't get any of you, did they?”

“No, I tethered them with an arrow.” I admitted, summoning the bow.

“You have Nightstalker powers, and was able to summon the Bow easily. That's good.” he said. “Most Hunters needed to let their battle-lust build up before they can use their Bow.”

“Well, my blood is still...boiling since nearing that Shrine.” I said shivering as felt more primal thoughts go through my head, some making me feel ill. I think it was a shrine to Hircine.”

“!?” Zecora and Steven jerked. “You have Werebeast Blood.” The latter said.

“What?” I asked. “Wait, I’m a werewolf?! I... The vial! That Vendor! I’m a werewolf! I-”

I passed out after that.

Author's Note

Okay, V3.0 is up. sorry for this, but writing with Oberon of The Nightwatch has shown some mistakes I made, also I had some Inspiration from the Doom Eternal Reveal.