P.O.V. Ash

It had been two days since I first made contact with ponies, if you call ‘passing out from loss of fluids in front of a pony’ contact. The one I passed out in front of, the butter Pegasus, was called Fluttershy. She was a vet of sorts, taking care of her ‘animal friends’. From what I could piece together, she was keeping my existence under wraps. I would say she was amazing for that, but as I was kept in a metal caged pen...well you could assume what I thought. The bars were rusty, weak in certain areas, but I decided to earn her trust. She kept me in a back room of her cottage, and the walls were thin enough so I could hear what was going on around in the house, and partially hear outside the house.

Due to me having nothing but free time, I got acquainted with my new form. I found that I was fast, strong, and felt almost no pain. I couldn’t really compare how I was to other creatures, but I was faster than the mice that dropped off the water and opened the blinds. They had brought fish at first, but after I tried it once I never ate it again. It changed me, made me a bit more feral, and made me crave it more...like crack, or meth. So, fortunately I nipped the becoming feral problem in the bud...but unfortunately I still crave it. I only hope that it will fade away.

During the day three, I heard four new voices. Her friend, Rarity, was dropping off Applebloom, Sweetie Bell, and Scootalo for a sleepover. Those three rushed off to the southern part of the house, screaming something about crusaders and cutie marks. I drifted to sleep shortly after I heard animals panicking, and I awoke to screaming...from outside the house. They were outside, and being growled at by something.

‘Well, guess it’s time to prove I’m not just a monster.’ I thought to myself, taking a running start at one of the weaker sections of the cage. I broke through it, and my momentum carried me through the wall.

‘That’s one way to get outside.’ I looked around, and spotted the foals. They were surrounded by Timberwolves, and they were slowly converging on them.

‘So, either I try to reason with member of my kind who seem to be feral, or I start breaking wood.’ I thought to myself, leaning more towards diplomacy...but then I saw them huddle together, resigning themselves to hugging...almost as if they were accepting an inevitable death.

‘Breaking wood it is' thought as I lept over one of the wolves and positioned myself over the three foals. My size easily trumped theirs, and I seemed to have halted their approach. That’s when the largest of their pack stepped forward, and spoke.

“Move aside outcast.” She said in a raspy voice

“Hmmm...no thanks, I’m quite comfy here.” I said

“Our prey is under you, now step aside. I don’t want to have to kill you.” She said again

“Nooope.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She said, before growling orders at the others surrounding me.

‘One liner before a fight time.’ “You obviously…” I said, turning constantly to (attempt) to keep an eye on all of them.

“...do not knooow…” I focused on one who looked like he was about to pounce

“...who you are FUCKING WITH!” I yelled, causing two to rush me. I opened my maw, and clamped down on ones throat. It fell apart almost instantaneously, leaving nothing but the vine that made its jugular.

The other clamped down onto one of my forelegs. I expected pain, yet surprisingly I felt nothing...well I felt a tingling, but other than that I felt nothing. A swift kick sent him flying, missing the teeth that were currently stuck into my left hind leg. The others were a bit hesitant after that...I guess they were expecting me to be weaker than what I was. Wait...was my kind a weaker subspecies of theirs? Oh who cares, this needs to end. Maybe now would be a good time for speech?

If you want to lose more of your pack, Alpha, then please do continue in your assault. I offer you only one chance to run, as this blood sport is far to costly for you." I said, hoping and praying that this would work...I cared little for myself, but these three little 'uns had families waiting for them.

My words seemed to have worked, as they gave one final unanimous snarl, they backed slowly away...into the forest. I waited till the stench had fully gone before I moved. When I moved, I moved as far away form them and this cottage as I could. I entered the forest, and took a path that looked familiar. A couple of hours later I ended up in the same clearing as when I first arrived...the rainbow apples, the shade, the little creek.

'If I was a christian, I'd call it The Garden of Eden...but I ain't a christian, so I will call it Sanctuary for now...at least until I can think up another name for it.' Upon closer inspection of one of the apple trees, I decided to give it a good old wack. That turned out to be a bad idea, as the tree wacked back in the form of lightning.

'Well then, I guess I have to rename you now. I shall call you, Shocking Skittle Trees! I thought to myself, smiling on the inside. It was only then that I noticed the scent of the apple trees...like a mixture of cookies and bubblegum. It was oddly pleasing to the senses. 'Now...I guess I shall make a fox burrow. Don't want my cousins to find me vulnerable after all.'

After about two hours my 'little' fox den was complete. I had put it in between two of the trees, which was no easy feat....SHOCKING ain’t it? Anyway, after I was done, the sun had since set. I decided that sleep would be a good thing. I crawled into the burrow, blocked it with some dirt, and fell fast asleep.

”Come to me...”

Author's Note

Poorly written, but its the best I can do on two(ish) hours of sleep. I’ll edit it at a later date, but for now Imma pass out. Feel free to comment, tell me what I'm doing wrong...hell, you could tell me that this story is absolute garbage and I'd probably still reply with a thanks. I mean, it wouldn't be a nice thanks, but you get the idea. Have a nice day/night/afternoon/evening folks!