The morning started with screams. Sighing I opened my eyes, standing before my resting form were four fillies’. I recognized all four of them, the first one was the color of apple butter and had a mane that could make apples jealous. Decorating her mane was a pink bow. If I remembered her name right, she was Applebloom. The second was orange Pegasus with a purple mane and tail. I do believe she was called Scootaloo, the third was sweetie belle. She was white with a mane and tail that for some odd reason reminded me of ice-cream.

These three I recognized because I liked to watch their antics around the town. I mean where else would you get to see a bunch of kids build a fully functional, life sized catapult. They also seemed to have an uncanny ability to get out of trouble. The fourth filly I recognized, but I didn’t know her name. It was the grey Pegasus’s daughter. She looked eerily similar to her mother. It hadn’t really dawned on me that the fillies weren’t screaming at me until that protective feeling came back.

In fact, they weren’t even facing me. They were all gazing of into the foliage on the edge of the clearing. Hell, they hadn’t even noticed I was there. Of course, that might have been because of the pack of Timberwolves that were emerging from the forest. I counted twenty-eight of them.

To be honest I had stopped caring about these pests a while ago. I had dealt with so many of the wooden bitches that killing them was like breathing. With a flick of my tails I sent a barrage of magical arrows in the general direction of the pack. Most of them missed, not that it mattered.

Three seconds after landing the arrows exploded into flashes of blue fire. Debris bounced of the shield that I had thrown up right before the arrows went off. The fire scorched most of the wolves into cinder, those who weren’t turned to ashes were instead turned into piles of slightly charred wood. Only two of the bastards survived the barrage. Not waiting for them to retreat I sent out two more arrows, engulfing the remaining two wolves in billows of fire.

Making sure that those were the last two, I calmly let the shield down before downing several shots of sake. I looked down at the fillies cowering at my feet. They had definitely realized I was there now, there silent wide-eyed stares boring into my hide. I couldn’t help but feel kinda bad about scaring them, but I would get over it.

I decided to do the most terrifying thing I could possibly do in this situation. I smiled and said hi. They then for the most part acted exactly like I expected them to. I say somewhat because while the main three of the group ran away screaming like Jason was hot on their heels, the fourth one, the grey and blonde unicorn, simply sat there.

I couldn’t help but be intrigued by this filly. Why did I feel protective of her and her mother, why did I feel such rage at seeing her mother made fun of? Now that I thought about it, she didn’t seem all that scared of me. To be honest she seemed to find my presence just as intriguing. Maybe I could get a couple of answers.

“What is your name little filly, and why don’t run with the other three?” as I said this I laid back down, with my head on my paws. I wasn’t worried about the other three, they seemed to have uncanny luck when it came to getting out of trouble.

“My name is Dinky. Why would I try to run from you, you didn’t try to hurt me or mommy all of those times you were watching us in Ponyville, besides even if I did try to run you would catch up before we made it to the clearing edge.” Well then, wasn’t she a smart little, did she just say she could see me under all my illusions.

“You could see me.” I was shocked, her answer shocked me more.

“Was I not supposed to see you.”

“Considering that I was under three different illusions, no.” What the fuck, how the hell did she see me. I had gone out of my way to test my illusion’s, yet this foal could see me. The protectiveness, the ability to see me. I believed in coincidence, but this was more. What connection did Dinky and her mother share with me?

Standing up, I wrapped a tail around Dinky and then deposited her on my back. As we walked, I questioned her some more. I learned several things that were important to my continued safety. First, her mothers name was Ditzy or as the townsfolk called her Derpy. I also learned that the piano thing wasn’t an accident, she could see me too. She had tried to knock me out with the piano but had missed.

The most important thing I had learned however, was a possible lead on the connection between us. Apparently, a few days ago Dinky had found a strange ball that seemed to be made from something that looked similar to my magic. The story sounded familiar but for the life of me I could not remember why. I would have to investigate later, I had several books in my index about kitsune I would simply have to read through them later.

As we talked, I quickly learned several things about both Dinky and her mother. Like the fact both were extremely smart. Derpy could do math in her head faster then a bullet, and dinky was extremely good at reading people. I also learned that they were both extremely open minded. Maybe I could use there help to further my goals.

It wasn’t much longer before we reached the outskirts of town. Putting Dinky back on the ground I recast my illusion’s. I had a book to get and a purple bookworm to prank. I wasn’t worried about Dinky telling the rest about me, she had crafted a story about how I had simply gone back to sleep when she started running.

I was nearly to the library when a group of ponies caught my eye. It wasn’t the racial slurs they were saying that had caught my attention. Nor was it the fact that they were all carrying weapons. Hell, it wasn’t even the giant cage, no what had drawn my focus was the mention of my bounty, and the smell of the poison on their weapons.

These were bounty hunters and if the scars were anything to go by they were experienced. I listened to their conversation until I got the gist of their plan. They would enter the forest at dusk and try to catch me off guard. I wasn’t quite sure on how they planned on finding me only that they could. Which meant that I needed to get that book fast.

I entered the library with a grace that would be expected from a fox. The book I was looking for would most likely be with the gem or enchanting sections. I spent roughly thirty minutes looking, I nearly got caught when the purple alicorn, I now knew as Twilight grabbed a book I was about to grab. I found the dammed thing under ancient magics.

Pulling out my index I quickly copied the book. Putting the book back in place I stepped back to see how I could fuck with Twilight. Looking around I did something I honestly felt bad doing. I grabbed the most boring subjects I could find, then using my magic I made a paper sculpture of myself and placed it on the table. I the proceeded to wright, Jynx was here, on the sculpture.

I left the library in a slight rush, I needed to hurry and get back into the forest proper and set up an ambush. I made it back to my clearing just before dusk. To be honest I wasn’t sure how this fight would go. The guards were well armed but inexperienced, these ponies were both. I would have to be both smart and lucky.

I could only hope that the way they were tracking me was not pinpoint accurate. I made an illusion of myself sleeping in the middle of the clearing, I was actually in a tree to the left side of the clearing. I was also kinda relying on these ponies to be smart, if one of them went all barbarian charge this plan was fucked.

I almost let out a sigh of relief when the first of the ponies came out of the trees, one of them made a gesture and the rest made their way out of the forest. They moved silently and swiftly through the clearing, circling my illusion. I waited until they were about to attack before commencing the ambush. These would be the first sentient deaths caused by my hand.

The moment that the three unicorns cast spells I attacked. There were twelve ponies in total, three unicorns, four pegasi, and five earth ponies. With such a large group I decided that it would be best to go for overkill. Raising my tails, I formed a javelin of magic at the tip of each one, throwing them I watched as the struck two of the earth ponies and one of the unicorns before all nine detonated in plumes of magical fire.

My face grim, I waited for the smoke to clear before attacking again. When the smoke cleared only four were left in the clearing. Two unicorns, and two pegasi. One of the unicorns was holding a magic shield over the other three. Jumping from the tree I began bounding towards them, the shield dropped and both unicorns began firing in my direction and one of the pegasi began to charge with his spear.

I blocked the first spell, the second, a sickly yellow bolt I parried. Straight into the charging Pegasus. I couldn’t help but stare as the spell caused his limbs to be torn from his body. I proceeded to send a barrage of lightning bolts towards the magical duo. The first managed to bring up his shield just in time, the second however was still staring in shock at what had happened to his ally.

Three of the bolts hit him. The intense electric current, frying his body like a bug zapper. His eyes exploded from his head and his teeth turned black as the shattered. His corpse flew back through the clearing until it collided with a tree, still convulsing. By this point I had made it to the other unicorn. With a flash I brought my claws down in an attempt to catch his throat.

My claws were stopped by a small localized shield, well if that was how he wanted play it. My tails begin lashing out each one of them tipped with a magical blade. He was doing just fine blocking each and every blow I sent however. At least until I had a sudden and slightly crazy idea. Opening my mouth, I stuck my long vulpine tongue out at him. He looked bemused until his eyes shot open in horror as the cone of foxfire burst from my tongue.

He screamed in agony as the flesh on his face began to melt showing the muscle underneath before that to turned to ash, his hind legs twitching as his brain tried to comprehend that it was being boiled in his skull. I sighed in relief when he finally died from the fire. I couldn’t help but think I was forgetting something important.

I remembered what it was when it put a crossbow bolt in my flank, turning I blocked the second bolt with a shield. The last Pegasus was hysterics, screaming wildly while reloading the crossbow. Sighing softly, I sent a blade of wind in her direction. The wind blade split her from nose to crotch as a rain of organs fell to the ground.

Looking around I began looking over the bodies. I needed to find how they were tracking me, imagine my surprise when it found me. The bound and muzzled diamond dog shuffled into the clearing like one would expect she was walking to her death. She looked nothing like the books I had nabbed had described diamond dogs. The book described then as squat goblin like creatures that looked kind of like pitbulls. The specimen in front of me looked like a perfectly normal anthro husky.

Padding over to the bound dog I quickly secured the keys to her bindings from one of the bodies. Unlocking the bindings I stepped back, she quickly shook the rest from her form. I took the moment to observe her. She had the normal color patterns of a husky, her build was on the slim side. She ran to the edge of the clearing and into the forest before I could ask her name.

Shrugging my shoulders, I turned and began collecting the loot off of the corpses. I had managed to find the spear, and roughly three hundred bits. The crossbow had been split in half by the same spell that had fell its owner. The rest of the loot was damaged by the original barrage of javelins. After making sure I had secured the loot I piled up the remains and burnt them to ash.

As I was turning to go, I was stopped by a very soft voice, “wait, please.”

I realized it was the diamond dog from before. She hadn’t left the cover of the trees, but she was just barely able to be spotted. I just managed to catch her question, “who, no what are you?”

I turned to keep walking, but my answer rang through the clearing. “I am Jynx, deity of change.”

If I had not been distracted by the d-dog I would have realized something vitally important as I took a swig from my sake bottle. I had piled eleven bodies, yet there were twelve ponies.

Author's Note

Sorry about any grammar mistakes, if you see any please point them out.