Chromatophage

I’m writing this in a tree far away from Zephyr Heights. I’ve done the most horrible thing I’ve ever done in my life.

I killed a pony.

Not just killed. Erased.

It must have been a new maid. Maybe she didn’t understand the instructions. I had standing instructions to leave all my meals outside my door, knock once, and then leave. But this new maid just walked right in, talking about how delicious the food was and how I was gonna love it. I just stared at her, my mind couldn’t even come up with a response. That’s probably why I moved so quickly.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of her. She was caught off guard by my speed. She was cute. Pink coat. Yellow poofy mane. Deep blue eyes. I dove for her neck, relishing her gasp as I started sucking and licking her sensitive spots, searching. I could feel her melting in my hooves. I’m sure she thought I had something else on my mind. But then I found it.

Another gasp escaped her lips as my tongue found it’s goal and pierced the source. The sweet spicy nectar flowed and I drank. I drank until I was full and I kept drinking. She went completely limp as she fell unconscious and I kept drinking. I had been so empty for so long I just needed to be filled again.

I didn’t notice at first as her yellow mane turned white and fell flat. I didn’t notice as her pink coat faded away to pure white. Then she was empty and I let her fall to the floor. Pure ecstasy was flowing through my body. I felt strong. I felt powerful. I felt full for the first time in weeks.

I didn’t have to look to see that my wings were glowing. I could feel the magic pulsing from my feathers. I stretched them out and relished the afterglow of a good meal and licked my lips clean. The maid had been so good.

Then I remembered the maid and looked down. I almost puked all the Spectra I had just drained from her. Because she was no longer a her. She wasn’t a him either. All her color and distinguishing features were gone. She was completely white like a ponnequin you’d see in a dress shop. Her wings were still there, but lacked any features. Not even the outlines of feathers. Her eyes were completely gone as well as her cutie mark.

I began to panic. I had no idea what to do, so I just did the first thing that came to mind: I opened my window and threw the body out. I watched her fall limply into the darkness below, praying for forgiveness the whole time. Yet I was thankful my window overlooked the mountain range and that there was nowhere below my window that anypony would be checking for bodies any time soon.

I flew out my window and got as far away as I could, which happened to only be the base of the mountains. It’s dark tonight. Yeah my wings are glowing, but they don’t shine all the way to the ground from a few hundred feet. I’m only able to see my journal because of my wings. I’m gonna stay away for a couple days. Wouldn’t be the first time it happened.

I’m gonna get some good air in the morning and pick a direction. I just...feel like there’s somewhere I can go.