Pyramid Head goes to Ponyville

The dark red mist came back again. But this time, I invited it the cover me. I had a feeling about its purpose.

I felt my body change again, although it wasn't as painful as it was before. My front legs stretched out, my hind legs doing the same. I felt fingers growing out of my hooves. I watched as I righted myself, standing on two legs. A certain weight returned to my head, my sight blocked by a familiar shape. Heck, the body felt familiar.

It felt good to be the old Pyramid Head again.

I looked down to see my Great Knife, its handle resting in my hand. It shook with excitement, for it knew it was time to kill again.

Don't worry, I thought to my sword. We'll be killing soon enough. I looked back up at the manticore before me. It was furiously swiping away at my servant insects, who were crawling up the beasts legs.

No. It is my time. Leave. The insects started to scurry away, but the manticore still scraped its legs like the insects were still attacking it, eyes closed with fear.

"Idiot" I tried to speak. Instead, and not surprisingly, it came out as a low, raspy growl.

The manticore opened its eyes and looked at me. It tilted it's head, wondering where the pony me went off to, and who this new creature was. Then it noticed the Otherworld behind me.

Out of confusion, the manticore did what it would usually do in a situation like this. It got ready to pounce.

Come at me, you son-of-a-bitch! I yelled in my head. I stood completely still, trying to stare this creature into submission.

That didn't work, like I expected it not to.

The Manticore pounced with such tremendous force that the earth cracked a little. Faster that a bolt of lightning, the beast flew at me and swung its mighty claws at my chest.

I simply grabbed its paw before it hit me, stopping the creature in its tracks. It tried to free its paw from my grasp, but I had a grip of steel.

I raised my knife high, its tip pointed into the back of the manticores paw. And then with a great push, the blade went straight through the beasts tough hand and out of its palm like it was hot butter. The knife then suck into the dirt, covered with a fine layer of fresh blood.

I basically nailed that motherfucker to the ground.

The Manticore screeched in pain, roaring and twisting, trying to free itself. I couldn't decide whether to torture it more, or just end its life.

Who was I kidding? I went for option #1 immediately.

I reached for the beasts shoulder, and grasped onto its hide. And with a simple yank...

rrrrrRRRRRIIIP!

I tore off all of the skin on the manticores arm. It must have been one of the most painful and terrifying things it has ever felt and seen in its life, feeling the air burn his expose muscle, watching his white tendons pull back and forth.

To me it felt like peeling a big, furry banana peel with a juicy red banana inside.

The Beast screamed in agony, falling to the ground in pain and exhaustion. I twisted my sword out of hits hand, and walked up to the Mantacores head.

With a pitiful look in its eyes, the creature looked up at me, still suffering from the pain I had caused it.

Then I drove my blade through the things forehead, with the satisfying crack of its skull snapping under my swords pressure, followed by the slicing of its brains.

Blood ran down its face. Its eyes were now grey and lifeless.

I stared down at the dead beast, happy with my handiwork.

I felt the mist surrounding me once more, my shape returning to Horse form.

After the blood fog cleared, I spat on the Manticore's face with disgust.

"That's what you fuckin' get, you piece of shit." I trotted away from the dead creature, leaving a track of bloody hoof-prints.