Morbid Curiosity

I wake at the crack of dawn, fatigue etched across my face. I was tormented with voices throughout the night with the scene of the accident replaying in my head over and over again, like a broken recording.

You know you like it

I sat up, having heard a faint whisper, I looked around frantically thinking that there was an intruder.

"Is anyone there?" I called out

After 5 minutes of silence I reasoned that it was just my fatigued mind. I stand up and walk to my bathroom and look in the mirror. I looked at my hair noticing it's bedrazzled look and sighed before I heard something familiar.

the blood... it was arousing... was it not?...

"Who's there? Show yourself!" I called out, believing that someone was really in the cabin.

the blood... it must flow...

I sighed "So I've finally gone insane, makes sense with the life I've had"I looked back at the mirror and noticed my reflection was smiling maliciously at me, when I focused on the reflection, the smile disappeared. I jumped back and tripped on a bottle on a floor and fell hard. A loud crack resounded through the air and pleasure coursed through my veins.

"Wait, pleasure?"

I stood back up and assessed the damage and noticed my nose was broken with blood flowing freely down it. I questioned this as I should've been groaning in pain and not orgasmic bliss. I look back at the mirror and see the crushed head of the colt that passed yesterday. I freeze and stare at the image, focusing on the blood that was oozing through the cracks of the skull. I noticed I could see chunks of gray matter squeezing through along with the blood. The crunch from the day before played through my head.

Before I could focus anymore on the gory image, It suddenly changed to a rendition of me but with seven faces. They had no eyes and they were even more skinnier than me and more disturbingly grotesque.

"Per voluptatem de sanguine cursus nobis" they echoed with the haunting voice of seven, synchronized almost perfectly but with a slight undertone.

The image disappeared as fast as it appeared and I just stood there, the voices saying echoing through my head. I start feeling dizzy and looked down, noticing that the blood from my nose had made a puddle that looked disturbingly big. It should've scared me, but I looked at it and once again felt the same feeling brought on by the accident earlier.

The satisfying crunch... I need it again

I jumped when I heard a slightly demonic whisper that led to freak me out even more when It was followed by a faint demonic laughter.

I shake my hand before proceeding to clean up the blood and bandaging my wounds. I reminded myself that I needed to go hunting later today. I still needed a perfect deer pelt for my floor. While most ponies don't even consider going hunting, I am vastly different from them, in more ways than one.

Seven hours later

I sit at my bonfire that I made in front of my cabin. I had just sucessfully caught a deer and brought it back to my cabin, where I was to prepare it for skinning.

I started the incision and shivered when I brought it down, the blood flowed so freely and the muscles of the deer were so perfect, so strong.

I started cutting the meat out, intending to sell it to some griffon merchants. I placed the chunks in a bowl, a slight plop every time I dropped a chunk in. I started cutting the unedible organs when I stopped and noticed the heart was still beating.

"The deer is still alive!"

I stared at the slowly beating muscle in morbid fascination. I looked at the knife I was using to skin the deer and poked the heart, seeing the organ shiver from the contact gave me a strange feeling, a strange rush of adrenaline.

I sat there, contemplating my thoughts when the organ suddenly stopped. In panic, I sliced the vessels connected to the heart and looked in almost orgasmic bliss as the blood of the deer juat fell out, hitting the ground with a pleasuring thunk.

"It flows so freely..."

I shivered and came to my senses and looked at the meat I placed in the bowl.

"Maybe I should keep this meat" I thought to myself, growing excited at the implications of keeping it.

I continued cutting away the organs and perfectly skinned the deer, the skinning so perfect I could wear it like a suit. I fell over and just shuddered when that thought hit me.

"Wearing another creatures skin... almost like a suit" I thought in morbid giddiness

I slowly got up and looked at the skinned pelt, I picked it up and draped it over myself. It fit perfectly! It only needed stitches in some places and It would be perfect!

Even better! What would it be like wearing other ponies skin? I grew giddy at the thought and went into my cabin to go sleep.

My dreams were filled with pleasing thoughts of wearing other ponies skin like masks and suits. I slept easy that night.

One month later

The ponies at the Canterlot marketplace stared at the stallion that came in every month. He was strange but this time he seemed more blank than usual, bit he had a strange smell about him.

Nopony could put their hoof on it and some shopkeeps were bewildered at the items he bought. Usually he bought food but this time he bought a shovel and buckets, but even stranger were the strangely twisted knives he bought. Nopony bothered him but they kept their distance.

The stallion walked out of the marketplace and towards the gates of Canterlot. The others stared at his retreating form and whispered rumors to each other. Some of them made sure to alert the guards of his alarming behavior.

But the strange stallion never came back.