POV: Santiago Alvarez

Sitting down on a chair near my kitchen countertop, I swigged down a large bottle of Tequila, I drunkenly threw it against one of the walls of my house. I was too intoxicated to even give a shit about the condition of my own house at this point.

“Damn lady . . .” Quickly grabbing my sixth bottle of Tequila, I easily popped the cap off with my thumb and jugged the whole thing down.

“Should have waited . . . and not rushed the . . . damn marriage! But nooooo . . . she wanted to marry early! Sent her to college . . . gave her 20k for tuition . . . AND SHE CAME BACK PREGNANT!” Raising the Tequila bottle up and smashing it onto my counter, shattering the bottle.

“Fuck it, I’ma roll up a blunt.” Pulling out a pre-made joint filled with hydro marijuana from my right pocket and a lighter, I lit the sucker up. Putting the joint in my lips, I took a large gulp of smoke, keeping the smoke in for a good ten seconds. I then exhaled the fumes from my mouth. A slight burning becoming apparent from the back of my throat. Repeating this process till my blunt was but a mere chode.

“Where’s the damn bong.” I sluggishly got up from my chair, nearly stumbling with each step I took. As I exited my kitchen, I stumbled onto the living room. Lo and behold, the rainbow themed bong was already prepared for me on the couch.

“Ah hell yeah!” With fuzzy vision, I leapt towards the couch. However, my face meet the hard tiled floor. Not deterred, my hands started to pull me closer towards the couch and past the glass table that my drunken ass barely noticed.

Once on the comfortable furniture, I lazily grabbed the bong and started to rip hard. My dumbass was soon dying from all the coughing as the burning from my throat was amplified tenfold.

When I was finished ~~dying~~ coughing, I sat up. Then my house started to rock, as if it where a ship.

“PIRATES! THE PIRATES ARE BACK!” I yelled as I rolled off the couch due to the swaying of the house.

POV: Third Person

A mentally deranged man was convulsing on the hard tiled floor in between a glass table and a leather couch. Spewing off on how the pirates where back. The man himself had a lean build, tan skin with black, medium long hair, a neatly trimmed beard which connected with an equally trimmed mustache, hazel eyes, a white long sleeve shirt on, blue jeans with a small tear on his left knee, and a pair of vans.

POV: Santiago Alvarez

I got on my feet sluggishly and slinked back onto the couch behind me. The swaying of the ship I was on lessened. Appreciating this change of pace, I took a look of my surroundings.

Other than everything seeming to be swaying on it’s own and being a bit blurred, I’d say this has been a normal day so far. As much as a normal day could be for a depressed fuck like me

I gazed at the glass table, taking note of a familiar picture. Me and a woman smiling together at some beach, both of us wearing typical wedding wear. The woman had light brown skin, curly hair that started off with brown and ended with blonde tips, blue eyes, and had nails that were polished sky blue. Her name was Sophia. My brain started to relive certain memories. Painful memories.

Instinctively, I scooped the picture up from the table and flung it across the room. I had trusted her, thought of her as a loyal, kind, honest, happy, generous, and smart woman.

Taking a glance at my reflection through the glass table. Anger swelled up deep inside my hardening heart.

“After everything I did for her . . .” Taking a pause to recollect my self as tears slowly poured from my eyes.

“Why? I saw it coming a mile away . . . yet . . .” Taking a pause to reflect onto the past. “here I am, waiting for my heart to slowly heal.”

I got up and stumbled onto my knees. I sobbed onto the table hard, tears pouring endlessly. I desperately needed to detach myself from these emotions, yet I couldn’t. I wished to move on but I simply couldn’t. I don’t know why, I could only dream as of now. I needed to adapt to this change, as heart breaking as it sounded, I needed to move on.

My eyes started to become heavy due to the deep thinking mentally tiring me out, though sleep at the moment was tempting, an ache started to spread through my body.

A loud knocking startled me, the aching stopping. Slowly, My arms pushed off of the table while I place my feet flat on the ground, pushing up with my legs.

I dumbly walked with my back in a hunched position. The knocking getting faster and louder as my feet sluggishly took their steps. With blurred vision, the entrance door was in sight. I lazily grabbed the round, golden doorknob and gave it a twist.

Instantly, a body slammed through door, busting a hinge off. My own weight tumbled backwards as when I fell, my head whipped on the floor hard.

CRACK

My world becoming even more fuzzy and distorted as a warm liquid began to pool around my head. I pulled my right hand up to the side of my head, placing my fingers on the liquid and bringing the appendages in front of my face.

Red liquid covered the tip of each finger as a familiar metallic smell tickled my nostrils. I placed my hand back down at my side, letting it fall fast on the tile. As my eyes got heavier, four black figures rushed over to me, pinning me down by my legs and arms.

My eyes went wide, I attempted to struggle but something had entered my left arm. Struggling to look up, I saw a large needle attached to syringe stuck into my forearm. A clear liquid being pushed out of the syringe and into my arm.

As this happened, I glanced over at the unsettling figures.

Each one wore black jackets with black sweatpants and black gloves. That wasn’t the unsettling thing though, it was on their faces. The one holding the syringe had a brown wrinkled face, who’s eye sockets were dark with the exception of dim yellow lights shining at the centers. Dead Eyes.

The one holding my left leg had a pale mask with a sickened grin that showed broken and bloodied teeth along with bulging bloodshot eyes, the right eye being noticeably larger than the left eye. Crooked Grin.

While the one holding down my right leg had a grey mask that showed an eerie emotionless face that had black beaded eyes and instead of a pair of lips there was a bloodied line, looking as if was a straight clean cut. Emotionless.

However, the one holding down my right terrified me the most. A bloodied face of black wolf who’s toothy grin reached impossible lengths, reaching up near the ears. Instead of having white eyeballs, it held red, bloodshot eyeballs with dirty gold colored eyes. Didn’t help with the fact a black liquid crusted around its maw. Bloody Wolf.

A wave of numbness washed over me was all the liquid had entered my system, making my vision even blurrier and sounds became muffled.

All the figures let go of me, while the one with the wolf mask took out what appeared to be a scalpel.

“Make . . . quick . . . Search . . . valuables . . . Intestines!” The Wolf seemed to bark out the order, while the others nodded and ran to other rooms of the house, out of vision. The wolf looked down at me and ripped off my shirt, staring at my abdomen.

He slowly crouch over me, and dug the scalpel into my skin. I could only star in terror as I slowly realized what he was doing in my drunken and drugged state. He wasted no time in opening up my body, making flaps. Blood poured out of my body as the Wolf cut my muscle out of the way, exposing what he had been looking for.

Pulling out what appeared to be a hunting knife, he started to cut at where my intestines started. Wasting no time, he had both my big intestine and small intestine crammed into an airtight bag. He stepped over my body and out of my sight.

The ache returned. As it came back, a distorted voice spoke.

”Rise up fallen king. For one seeks destruction upon your home. It is them who will fall. RISE! For it is you, who will bring back balance to Equus. Et mortuus est rex resurget!”

SNAP

I screeched in pain as I could feel every bone in my body twist and crack. My muscles burned and twitched as they grew expanded in size. My muscles felt as though they were being ripped. I could only scream something ripped through my face, forming some sort of body part slightly visible in front of me, accompanied by an intense itch all over my body. My legs cracked and contorted with my feet reshaping. As if I grew in muscle size, all my clothing got torn off of my form with my feet outgrowing my vans. With a finish touch, something sprouted our from behind me.

I opened my eyes, rejuvenated from the experience. My vision became clear than ever and my field of vision had gotten wider. Surprised by this, I attempted to slowly get up. I froze as I saw my hand.

It was covered in grey fur, being able to see the muscles under the fur, my fingers, looking thicker with muscle, had long black talon-like claws. I got up quickly, examining my body, nearly tumbling while getting use to the new stance I took on.

“What the hell . . . Huh?” I spoke, my voice sounding hoarse, gravely, deep, and my throat rumbled slightly with each noise made.

Crooked Smile entered the room, freezing at the sight of me.

Hunger . . . Undying hunger. Anger boiled within my blood. These intruders entered my territory. Unwanted smoke as I could say. My vision has been reddened as anger and hunger consumed me.

Lunging quickly, I gripped onto his throat, digging my claws into the flesh. I forcibly yanked back as the intruder fell to his knees, grasping at his torn throat, only able to make gargling noises with his own blood.

Upon hearing the commotion, Emotionless and Dead Eye ran into the room through a hallway. Both of them froze upon seeing the carnage.

Bolting like a mad man, I threw Dead Eye into a wall and pushed down Emotionless. I latched onto Emotionless’s mask with my right hand while holding his struggling body down with my left. Hooking into whatever I could, I slowly pulled back.

I thought I tore off his mask but it seemed I was wrong, because I did more. I was staring at an exposed brain, untouched tongue, and jaw. Without a moments notice, I opened my jaw as wide as I could and comped down on the brain. A tart yet creamy flavor caressed my tongue as the scrambled egg-like texture was swallowed.

“What the hell?!” A deep voice cried out with a shrill. I whipped my head to the left and saw Dead Eyes standing, aiming a pistol at me.

“Eat hot lead!” He screamed, time seemingly slowing down. Firing his pistol rapidly, the bullets passed through my torso like a heated blade would cut through butter. I dropped onto my knees, howling in pain. Dead eyes reloaded his gun quickly, and took aim at my head.

“Say goodnight, bastard!”

POV: Third Person
Dead Eye unloaded another round into the beast’s head. The anthropomorphic creature dropped on its back, laying limp with multiple holes on its bloodied face and torso. Dead Eye took off his mask, showing a white middle-aged man with hazel colored eyes, long black, graying hair. Throwing the mask down, the man pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit the cig and turned around, studying his environment.

“Just what in the hell was THAT!?” Pulling up a trembling hand to place his lips around the cigarette. Dead Eye glanced behind him, looking at the beast then towards his downed partner. He gagged at the horrific sight, not wanting to look at it further. Quickly turning his head back in front of him, inhaling the smoke and then releasing it seconds after words. As this transpired, the bullet wounds began to close up near instantaneously. With that, the beast eyes open.

POV: Santiago Alvarez

“God damn it William, if you haven’t gone insane before this, you have now.” A voice spoke, presumably Dead Eye without a mask muffling his voice. My vision wasn’t blurred red when I opened my eyes. However, the voice slowly stirred an animalistic hunger dwelling within me. Red flashed my sight with only one thing on my mind. Hunger, hunger for blood.

I quietly got up and leapt at Dead Eye. He didn’t have his mask on as I only saw long, black graying hair from behind his head. I coiled back my left arm. landing behind Dead Eye, my arm plunged deep into his skull from the back. My claws passed through his skull and out from the front of his head easily, with hazel eyes impaled with my claws.

Pulling back my arm, I eyed the eyeballs before dumping them in my maw. Biting down, they popped as a cherry tomato would. The taste of pork formed a smile on my face.

CHUCHAK

BOOM

My right shoulder exploded into bloody mush, which caused my right arm to fall clean off. I roared in pain, holding the area that had been shot.

“Just what in the hell are you?!” Said a gruff voice. I turned around weakly, eyeing Wolf as he held a 12 gauge pump shotgun. A tingling sensation waved over my right shoulder. Near instantly, a new right arm sprouted out from where it had been before being blown off. Blood covered the new limb as I flexed. I could tell that the limb felt slightly stronger. As I tested the new limb, my whole body tingled, and felt new found energy within myself.

Wolf cocked his shotgun but it was too late. I zipped in front of him at impossible speeds for my immense size. I grabbed the barrel and slowly bent it.

“What freak of nature are you?!” The intruder scream, bolting towards the exit. Too damn slow. I grabbed the back of his neck and threw him where he was once standing. Not wasting a single single, I lashed at his abdomen multiple times, successfully exposing his intestines.

His screams echoed through the house.

“NO! Please! I have friends and family that need me! You can’t do this!”

“Should’ve thought of that before ripping me apart!” I roared. Wolf gasped as he heard me speak and brought his hand up to cover his head.

Without hesitation, I dug into my new meal. A sweet pork-like flavor assaulted my tongue as I ate the very chewy organ. The flavor was amazing, so amazing I solely focused on the meal and ignored the screaming. Chewing the big intestine thoroughly and swallowing the small intestine as if it were a long noodle.

Finishing up, I stood back on my feet. The red vision dissipating back normal. I looked down at the bodies I left behind. Realizing what I had done, fear and anxiety raced up from my back. Now taking ragged breaths, I looked down at my trembling hands. They had been soaked completely in blood. With fearful eyes, my eyes started to well up with tears. My heart threatening to burst through my chest. Taking small steps backwards, I slipped on blood and fell onto my haunches.

“I did th-this?” I asked myself in a low, shaky breath.

POV: Third Person

Unbeknownst to the human-turned-beast, a black swirling mass had formed meters behind Santiago on the ground. Long, black tendrils coming out as the form expanded.

POV: Santiago Alvarez

I reeled in shock when a black tendril wrapped around my torso with other appendages attaching themselves to my limbs. I helplessly flailed my limbs, attempting an escape. In a split second, I was encased in a black slime. It seemed as though I was falling further from the lights my house emitted.

A bright light flickered, I started calming down as my eyes got too heavy for me told. My once rapidly beating heart calmed down in mere seconds as I fell into a deep slumber. Shocked by this, I attempted to keep my eyes open but in vain. My brain slowly shut down as so did the rest of my body.

POV: Princess Celestia

A smooth wind brushed against my fur as I snuggled into warm sheets. Enjoying the little amount of sleep I would be getting for tonight before having to return to my royal duties. Slowly slipping into unconscious, my eyes grew heavier and heavier till my lids were mere millimeters apart.

CRACK

BOOM

I yelped, jumping on my hooves as the castle began to tremble. Teleporting outside of the castle, ponies were screaming and running on the streets of Canterlot in a panic. The sky turned blood red, winds picked up ferociously as ponies started to be lifted into the air, and lightning striking tall buildings. Just as it started, it ended, returning back to night.

POV: Santiago Alvarez

Awakening with a gasp, I widened my eyes in shock of what I saw. I laid on a pure white floor made of a marble-like stone. Slowly getting up, I sighed thankfully as I saw a normal human hand. Gasping again, my eyes traveled down at my abdomen, my hand lifted up my shirt, showing it to be ok and not sliced opened. Relieved, my eyes took more focus on my surrounds, showing a white void devoid of any life. My heart threatened to burst out of my chest.

I attempted to speak, only to meet a searing pain within my throat followed by an intense headache and blurred senses. Grasping the temples of my head, I gritted my teeth. The pain had slowly died down, restoring my senses, but leaving a slight burning in my throat. Slightly winded, I glanced around me, noticing a very large mirror standing several feet behind me.

Despite looking at the mirror, it had shown no reflection.

’What the? This has to be a dream. Yes! I must’ve knocked out or something. So what happened at the house was just a figment of my imagination and that’s why there’s no reflection!’ Smiling, I believed I would wake any second.

Any second.

Anxiety slowly racing up my body, I began to tap my feet on the floor repeatedly. A new realization was made.

’Aha, It must be a lucid dream!’ Smiling once again, I brought my right hand up in front of me, fully expecting a shot glass to be filled to the brim with Tequila. Just about any second right about now.

Shit. Nothing was happening now, and I could feel fear crawling up my back. I started to take trembling steps towards the mirror, fearing what would happen. Now standing in front of the mirror, the distance between me allowed to see the entirety of my body, I looked. As previously shown, or rather not shown, my reflection. I looked down at my hands, examining them in appreciation. I glanced back at the mirror. Only for bright, yellow eyes to glance back at me with a bloodied maw. Letting out a blood curling shriek, I jumped back and stumbled onto my ass. Shutting my eyes close and bringing my arms to cover my face. Trembling, I awaited for a vicious attack. Though it never came.

Slowly opening an eye, I lowered my arms. The mirror had now reflected my image. Confused and scared, I timidly got up, nearly falling in the process. Raising up my right arm, I held up my index finger on my limp hand. Slightly shaking, I touched the mirror with a finger tip. The mirror exploded as black goo oozed from the shattered reflection onto the ground, luckily not landing on me.

Nausea blanketed me as my senses dulled. Falling on the ground on my knees and palms, all my muscles twitched and convulsed. My neck had spasmed, thickening to an unnatural extent along with my skull seemingly stretching and expanding as my jaws seemingly extended. My teeth becoming sharp, stabbing into gums as they also shifted. My torso bulked as new warmth slowly crept upon my body. These massive changes couldn’t be confined into my clothing as all of the fabrics tore, even my shoes bursting open. Then my bones shifted, mostly the legs. New discomfort spread through the waist down, a new appendage sprouted from behind, moving subconsciously. The most discomforting feeling coming from my crotch. My testicles growing uncomfortably along with my penis growing to a massive size, especially at the base. My arms grew longer and bigger, the muscles twitching rapidly, bulking up. Hands cramping as the finger nails fell off, my fingers healing the spots for the nails had been. Fingers now growing thicker and longer along with something sprouting from the finger tips.

The nausea fading as I gasped for air. My eyes widened as they caught sight of my hands.

’This is no dream . . .’

“Th-This is Hell!” I said, too horrified to be surprised with my voice with my current form. I look at my now trembling hand. A memory racing across my mind.

Hunger . . . Undying hunger. Anger boiled within my blood. These intruders entered my territory. Unwanted smoke as I could say. My vision has been reddened as anger and hunger consumed me.

Lunging quickly, I gripped onto his throat, digging my claws into the flesh. I forcibly yanked back as the intruder fell to his knees, grasping at his torn throat, only able to make gargling noises with his own blood.

“N-no . . . That wasn’t me! I’m not a cold blooded murderer!” Tears slowly dripping. It wasn’t that I felt guilt over their deaths. It was how easily I killed them and had not showed mercy. The hunger . . . The anger . . . The instinct to kill. I fear losing control.

“What if I lost control again?! Would I be able to control myself again?! What if one of my friends or someone from the family saw me . . . like that?!” Another memory played throughout my mind.

“NO! Please! I have friends and family that need me! You can’t do this!”

“I have friends and family that need me.”

“Friends and family.”

Looking back down at my claws, I whimpered.

“How could I return like this? Or how could I return at all! I’m stuck in a white void for fuck sakes!” Slamming down two fists on the floor. My heart beating faster, my breaths becoming ragged, new strings of realizations struck me.

“Even if I managed to return, what could I do?! I’d be feared by everyone, caught by the government and experimented on! It shouldn’t take long to see the carnage I left behind at my house! Had they even found out what’s happened or are the cops still oblivious to what transpired?! What if-“

A long appendage wrapped around my waist. A long, black tendril erupted out of a swirling mass from the black goo.

“Huh?!”

‘I reeled in shock when a black tendril wrapped around my torso with other appendages attaching themselves to my limbs. I helplessly flailed my limbs, attempting an escape. In a split second, I was encased in a black slime. It seemed as though I was falling further from the lights my house emitted.‘

“I remember you, little shit.” I said with a snarl. Using my new physical additions, I quickly swiped at the tendril with my claws, easily cutting it. The severed tendril dropped from my waist and flailed wildly. I sprinted away, looking back to see the black substance expanding with more tendrils exploding out from it. I swiveled my head back in front of me, pushing more strength into my strides.

Feeling a tickle on my back, I jumped upwards. As I looked down, a tendril shot at where I had been. Landing on the tendril with my paws, my weight having caused the part I was on to be smeared on what was a clean, white land.

Bolting once again at top speeds, dodging and ducking under the black, whip-like appendages. I glanced back, noticing another tendril quickly catching up directly from behind me. As it neared, I jumped high again.

“Persistent pests!” Grumbling mid-air. At the peak of my height, a pain erupted from the in between my shoulder blades and out of the center of my chest. Hissing at the pain, I looked at down at the tendril out of my chest. The tendril then began to wrap around my torso. Lifting my arms, I had nearly sliced off the tendril with my claws before multiple tendrils wrapped around my wrists and arms.

Struggling, I had attempted to bite at the tendrils clamping my arms with more appendages coming as assistance.

“Fucking shit! What do you guys want now?!” Not expecting an answer, I continued to fight.

”Sleep little one.” A deep, gravely voice rumbled, causing me to become surprised. Using this it’s advantage, a much bigger tendril with purple thorns wrapped around my neck, constricting and stabbing my neck. A burning pain in my lungs becoming apparent as minutes passed. My vision became slightly red but was washed out by the lack of oxygen entering my lungs. My vision darkening by what felt like an hour of trying to gasp of air. Finally slipping into unconsciousness, the tendrils released me as my mind gave out.

POV: Third Person

A soft breeze rustled through the leaves of trees and bushes throughout a darkened forest. A family of three rabbits had come out of a bush and into a large clearing, scavenging for any food that was available. Successfully finding a blueberry bush, they had started to chow down on the available food source. Though as they ate, a black, slimy mass seeped out from the land near them.

Eventually forming a ball, the mass had started to spread across the grass, thinning overtime. The bunnies were oblivious to the bearing mass. Having finally taking notice of the black ooze, the bunnies quickly scurried off in the other directions.

The black goop now has formed a flat circle with a diameter of twenty feet, looking like an endless pit. A grey blur zoomed out of the wormhole, flying several feet in the air before impacting the ground. Revealing an anthropomorphic wolf.

POV: Santiago Alvarez

My eyes opened wide as wind brushed through my fur. Night blanketed the sky as I laid on my back. Slowly getting up on my feet, I examined my body along with my environment. My body was centered in the middle of a grass clearing surrounded by trees. While, unfortunately, my body hadn’t changed after leaving the void.

The void. The creature that threw me here. A dimension hopping creature? I’ve gone insane haven’t I? Though, as much as I wish that were true, the experience felt too real.

“No . . . This all real. The pain I felt couldn’t have been created in my imagination. This . . . is who I am.” I said somewhat accepting, studying my body more.

“That voice I heard as well.”

’Rise up fallen king. For one seeks destruction upon your home. It is them who will fall. RISE! For it is you, who will bring back balance to Equus. Et mortuus est rex resurget!’

“Fallen king? Equus? Just what in the hell does that possibly mean?” I said thinking, subconsciously walking, reaching towards an invisible fridge handle, and pulling on air.

Noticing my actions, I corrected myself and chuckled.

“The first night in a while that I’m sober, huh?” I said, almost amused.

“It was about time I stop mourning over . . . Sophia . . .” I uttered sentimentally.

“It wouldn’t have worked out anyway, gotta move on . . . even as much it pains me.” I spoke while sitting on the grass.

Removing Sophia off my mind, I recollected my memory of the voice. It was almost as if it had preformed some ritual on me, turning me into what I am now. As much as I’d like to disagree, it had saved me from those crooks. Such a pathetic death for a King, ain’t it. Chuckling once again, I laid on my back.

Gazing up, I took noticed of the bright stars, my eyes growing dog-tired the longer I stared.

“Such a beautiful sight, even during such inconvenient events.” I spoke once again before shutting my eyes close and putting my arms behind my head, acting as a pillow of some sort.

“What will tomorrow have in stock for me?” I softly whispered before entering slumber

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is appreciated as is pointing at any sort of grammatical or spelling errors I made while typing this. Looking for an editor in the mean time.