My little werewolf

“And you’re sure this will work?” I asked Twilight. We had made an excellent plan last night, but some the things she came up with concerned me. Like this spell to let me walk right through a set of curtains without parting them. Yeah. I don’t know about you, but that kinda shit worries me.

“Yes, for the one hundredth time, it will work. You won’t be stuck as part of the curtain. Do you always worry this much?” she asked me. This, coming from the one who was worried about almost everything I said yesterday. I don’t know if that’s irony or not, but I’m going to call it irony anyway. Deal with it. Anyway, we were currently at sugercube corner, which Pinkie had somehow turned into a concert hall. Crazy shit man, crazy shit. The plan was to have a few of the well known artists from Equestria do their shows, and then have me go out there as a mystery guest. Her idea, not mine. I can sing pretty decent, but I’m not great. I was nervous as all hell, with every right to be. Here I was, a human in a suit, about to sing a rap song about getting stoned to a bunch of ponies. Not that Twilight knew the song was about getting stoned. I left that detail out. “Now, you’re on next. Wait for the DJ to call you, then just walk on out there and do your thing, alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I got this.” I said as she walked away to go rejoin the party. Which wasn’t entirely true, as I had a bad feeling that today was going to go straight to hell in a hand basket. And I was right.

“Well now, it’s so good to see you again Christian! How are you?” said a voice from behind me. Now, go ahead and call me behind the times, but I haven’t been able to watch any episodes in season two. Never found the time. However, I have seen enough PMV’s and other things to know who it was when I turned around.

“Discord?! What the hell, I thought the elements of harmony sealed you in stone… again!” I said. I wasn’t able to comprehend what exactly was going on.

“And they did. You should have read the contract, my boy. Maybe you wouldn’t have signed it.” he said, laughing like a damn maniac. I had a real damn bad feeling about what was going to happen next, as he brought out said contract. “Upon signing this document, you agree that I, Discord, Have been imprisoned for an adequate amount of time, and hereby free me from my stone prison, etcetera, etcetera, I also relinquish my rights to my humanity at least once a month, under the full moon.” I almost shit my pants at that last part. The fact that I released Discord made me feel like shit, but the fact that I had to fear the full moon to? Damn it.

:So…. Let me get this straight…. By signing that contract… I freed you…. And I’m now-”

“A werewolf, yes indeed my friend. I suppose I should thank you. Without you, I wouldn’t have this second chance to achieve my revenge.” he said, smiling at me.

“Well everypony, it seems we have ourselves a mystery guest, so why don’t you all give him a big hoof!” came the DJ’s voice.

“…….SSSSHHHHHIIIIIIIITTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

“Well, I’ll see you after the show. For now, I find it best that I disappear for a moment.” he said, disappearing in a puff of smoke. I find now to be a reasonable time to explain Rage and Reason. They are, for lack of a better metaphor, me, if the other was absent. Rage is my violent side, who really doesn’t care about anything. Yells insults at random people(in my head of course.), tells me to stop being a pussy and fuck some bitches up, stuff like that. In essence, he’s just an asshole. Reason, on the other hand, usually keeps to himself. If Rage was non-existent, I would tend to seclude myself… a lot more then usual. I would try to talk my way out of situations and never really think badly of people. In essence, he’s a pussy. But in combination, I have balance. Right now, Rage was crying on Reasons shoulder. Yeah. that’s how bad this was. But, I still had a concert to perform, and I wasn’t going to let this stop me. I made a promise to second best pony, and I aimed to keep it. I walked through the curtains to audible gasps, fan girl squeals, and sounds of confusion. I instantly spotted Rarity in the front row, and kneeled down to talk to her.

“So Rarity, how’s the party so far?” I asked her. She didn’t answer, though, as she instantly fainted. “Well, I have a better chance with the mares than with the ladies. That’s fucked up.” I whispered to myself before getting back up and taking the mic. “SO HOWS EVERYPONY DOING TONIGHT!?” I asked the crowd, which replied with cheers. I began sweating. It wasn’t that warm in there when I had walked in. I started dabbing my sleeve at my forehead.
“Hey bro, you alright?” asked the DJ. I looked over to see a male unicorn with a pitch black coat and white mane.

“Y-Yeah… I’m fine.” I said, which was a complete lie. I was sweating bullets, and he could tell.

“Hey, maybe you should sit down for a minute, you look miserable.” he said. He was really starting to get on my nerves for some reason.

“I said, I’m fine.” I said through gritted teeth. Why was I so pissed off? Seriously, he was just trying to help me, and here I was being a dick. It didn’t make sense.

“Alright dude, you need to relax for a minute, come on.” he said, putting a hoof on my shoulder. What I did next is something I would normally never do, even if I was stoned out of my mind. I picked him up. By his throat. I don’t even know what exactly happened, but next thing I knew, I had him by the throat and the audience was panicking.

“DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME!” I yelled. In fact, I’m not sure it was me, because it sounded like some kind of demon. No lie. But, after I yelled in the poor guys face, I threw him across the room, leaving a good sized dent in the opposite wall. All I could do was look at my hands, wondering when the hell I got so strong and why the hell I just did that.

“One thing I may have… forgotten to mention, my dear boy.” came the voice of Discord again. Which was just what I needed. He appeared right next to me and threw and arm around my shoulder, facing the crowd. “Before I explain what I didn’t mention to my associate here, I am going to publicly thank him. ‘For what?’ you may ask, and I’ll tell you what.” he said, patting my shoulder. I wanted to punch him in the gut as hard as I could, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I simply stood there, growling. “He freed me, of his own free will!” this brought a shocked look to everypony’s face. Including Rarities. Especially hers. Wait, when did she get back up? I don’t know, but now she was staring daggers at me. It wasn’t comfortable. “And in return, I gave him back his life. ‘how did he lose it?’ you ask? Well, he didn’t! He took it himself!” was he going to reveal all my secrets? I mean really, I don’t see how that was relevant. “But…. Not his whole life. On nights like this one, when the moon is full….” he trailed off, gesturing to me. I was shaking like a crack addict going through withdraw. I was growing fur, and my legs were growing longer and skinnier. My arms were to. I wasn’t paying much attention beyond that because it hurt like a cast iron bitch, and I was whimpering. Yes, whimpering. All I know, is that by the time I was done changing, the mane six were already there to whoop my ass. Or try to anyway. They just kinda stood around me, waiting to see what I would do. Then, some random pony stepped on my tail, and the last thing I remember is spilling their guts on the floor and ripping the meat from their bones. I might’ve howled to, not entirely sure.