Canterlot's Hydra

"Mmmm" I hummed in contentment. I was three bottles down, and was lying in my bathtub. Warm water surrounded me as I floated along in a relaxed and drunken state.

I didn't care about my second head right now. Right now, I was relaxed and content, and nothing could stop that. Princess Celestia had given me free reign to drink, and I needed a drink after what happened.

There were a few bottles sat next to the rim of the pool, I had carried them inside after I had started to drink. I always wanted to try this out, floating in a pool while drinking. A pipe dream on earth, now reality in Equestria.

I put my hooves behind my head and levitated another bottle over, before I began to chug it. That hot, burning sensation, that warmth that makes you feel like a living furnace, I've always loved it.

My relaxation was interrupted by a knock on my bathroom door. I couldn't tell who it was, my bathroom door's made of painted stone instead of wood.

"Who's there?" I slurred out.

A cheerful, sing-song reply came from the other side of the door, "It's Gilded, I have booze."

I look down at myself, noting a... particular limb on display, and sighed. It was time to get out of the tub.

Popping the drain off, I slowly got onto my numbed hooves and levitated a towel over so I could begin drying myself off.

"Come on in." I replied dully as I quickly dried myself off, leaving my mane and hide unkempt.

In walked Gilded Spear, carrying a few bottles of an orange looking liquor under his right wing. He seemed pleasantly happy as he entered. I scrunched up my nose as a pleasant and flowery aroma followed Gilded in.

"Evenin'." I slurred with a lazy grin as I sat down on a small stool, letting the towel fall to the wayside. There was a slight scent of booze in the air around me, it was obvious to tell that I wasn't exactly sober at the moment.

"Evening? Aurum, it's barely noon." His smile remained as he reminded me.

"Ah... right, my mistake." I said, apologetically. My mane was disheveled and damp from the water, and beads of water were trickling down my torso. I looked less like myself and more like a drunk tramp at this point.

Gilded approached me and handed a bottle over to me. A pinkish liquid that turned into a darker pink the further down the bottle you go. It almost looked like there was glitter in it.

"Ain't never seen a drink like that," I said, "What is it?"

"It's called White Pearl, kind of hard to get unless you know where to go." Gilded explained.

I tapped the bottle open and gave it a whiff, the scent of strawberries and cream wafted from the bottle and brought a smile to my face, and a hum of approval escaped my lungs, "Thank you, Gilded."

"No problem, Aurum." He responded, with a look of enlightenment on his face, as if he just realized something.

I took a large gulp of the White Pearl and immediately was hit by a wave of fruity perfection and love. My eyes closed in joy as I swallowed.

"It's... so delicious..." I murmured, taking another large gulp. "It tastes like warmth and kindness." My cheeks began to heat up as I chuckled hoarsely and lowered the bottle from my lips, now noticing the strange look on Gilded's face.

"What?"

"I've noticed you speak with a southern drawl after you've had a few drinks." He said. Apparently, Gilded was examining me.

"I was an earth pony before, as I've said." At least, I think I said that to Gilded before.

Gilded shook his head, "I wasn't criticizing, I actually find it... pleasant."

"Gilded- we need to talk." I said seriously.

I watched as his cheerfulness faltered, replaced by something solemn and serious. There was some emotion in his eyes that I couldn't identify.

"Sure," He started hesitantly, "What about?"

I didn't know what exactly to say, I was never good with words. Instead of a long winded statement, I just came out and said it. "I'm not into you."

Gilded froze when I spoke, but not out of shock or heartbreak, if anything, he seemed accepting?

I could see his shoulders tense up as he quietly spoke, "Ah, alright."

Silence befell in the bathroom after he spoke, cold and uncomfortable. I winced as I realized how blunt the statement was.

"Thank you for..." I paused, struggling to get the words to come out, "the other evening... I was going through something and needed..." My voice trailed off.

He seemed sympathetic, and grew a warm smile. It couldn't hold a candle to Celestia's though.

"It's alright. I am your guard, and I serve at your pleasure." He saluted.

"At ease." I said with a smile, before finishing off the bottle of White Pearl. As I placed the bottle down on a nearby table, I began to idly scratch behind my ear with my hoof.

"Though, I was wondering something..." Gilded said, he was looking at me strangely. Smugly? Like I had... fallen into a trap?

Something was wrong, my vision took on a purplish pink hue and I... I felt... good.

"What's... happening..?" I murmured. I was feeling strange. My head felt fuzzy in a way. Like a nice, warm, fuzzy blanket.

I felt... happy. Was this the drink, or-?

Suddenly, I was hit with an intense desire, a need, to hug something, something warm and soft.

"G-gilded? What was in that drink?" I slurred out as I began to wobble from my seated position.

"I'll tell you in a minute~" He cooed out. His eyes were fixated on me, in an affectionate and smug manner.

I could feel the sensation of needing something, like my body was craving for something.

Gilded walked back over to the door that lead into my bedroom, and opened it. Soon, a collection of mares and stallions entered. Each of them looked like they had just finished preparing for the Grand Galloping Gala, except they forgot to wear clothes.

I didn't know what to say as the mares and stallions entered my bathroom. They looked... beautiful. My breath hitched as I felt my heart beat faster and my pupils constricted. A part of me was screaming to run away, that this was wrong. But another part of me, the one growing and spreading throughout my body, felt...needy.

I rose from my seat on unsteady hooves, figuring that I knew what this was about. Just to be safe however, "What's... all this?" I fought to keep myself standing.

I was breathing heavily as I stared at all the ponies. Each one was elegant, beautiful, and their eyes were all focused on me. None of them spoke, only looking at me with lust and love.

Gilded had a smirk on his face as he leaned back against the wall. "Don't worry, your highness, just enjoy yourself."

I didn't like this, memories had come up from my time back home and I felt my mind fade away.

Suddenly, I wasn't in my bathroom. I was back in the sewers, practicing magic again for the first time. This, this was where I belonged, this is where I was supposed to be.

"Gilded, you have the key to my bathroom, right?" I felt myself say, but it wasn't me who said it.

The lustful faces had shifted into ones of worry, they wondered why my voice had changed, most likely. Gilded looked a little confused, probably startled by my question. "Yeah... I have the key right here." He replied, pulling a small key from within his saddlebag. "Why?"

"Lock the door for us, would you? We would hate to be interrupted." We replied, eagerly.

His smirk returned as he quickly nodded in understanding. He approached the bathroom door and locked it. "No-one should be interrupting you now." He assured in a sultry tone.

"Wonderful." This voice was earning stares from the other ponies, suddenly, they didn't look like they were in charge anymore. My legs walked past them, moving towards the door, and to Gilded. "Gilded... why don't we start with you?" I held Gilded closely and forced him to look into my eyes. "You have held me when I needed comfort, you introduced me to Equestrian liquor. You've even gone through all the trouble to bring these mares and stallions here, for... the most 'official' reasons, of course." I winked at him.

He chuckled in response, a shiver passing down his spine as I held him to me. He was practically quivering underneath my stare.

Then, he spoke in a sultry voice. "I... had a hunch." He replied, his eyes fixed on mine. "That you would need some help... blowing off steam."

We leaned forward and captured him in a kiss, that quickly formed into a passionate make-out. Tensions in the room lowered for a brief moment, before I stopped casting the spell that separated my second head from me.

Gasps broke out, as we could hear hooves moving away from me and Gilded.

"Sweet Celestia." We heard a mare say, sounding sickened.

"The Prince... he..." Muttered a stallion.

"What is that thing!?" Shouted a mare.

"Why... what's... oh Celestia..." Wistfully, a stallion spoke.

We didn't need to look behind me to see the looks of horror on their faces, we could practically feel the disgust as my second head rose to life. A wave of nausea rolled through the crowd, one mare stumbled and fell over in fright.

Gilded's eyes widened in terror, and he tried to back away, but our hooves had him in a vice.

We've always wondered just how strong these hooves are. we told him, before we grabbed Gilded's head in our hooves.

"Please!" He gasped out. His eyes were pleading as he realized there was no escape. "Aurum! Please!"

His pleas fell on deaf ears as his gasps and grunts filled the room. He attempted to reach a hoof up and pull our hooves off, but he might as well have been pulling on a mountain.

In one swift squeeze, Gilded was no more. Blood splattered onto my chest, face, and hooves, as Gilded was held in my grip, lifeless. Our second head reared around and made short work of Gilded's corpse. A few sickening crunches and gulps later, and his body was gone, eaten by us.

It happened so quickly, like the snap of a finger. One moment he was alive, the next he was... disposed of. A moment of silence befell, a calm before the storm.

Then, one of the mares began to scream.

Purple magic escaped from our horn, as a third head began to grow out from our neck, looking similar to Gilded in appearance. A purple force field surrounded the ponies, now trapped in it's binds. Our third head lunged out at the screaming mare, and crunched her head into a red slurry, before it began to eat her too.

All of the remaining ponies began to scream and try to get out of the force field.

The ponies began to bang loudly against the shield, their screams and desperate shouting filled the room.

"LET US OUT!"

"PLEASE LET US GO!" they cried, sounding terrified and pleading. One of them even passed out from the fright.

"You wanted us?! Now you'll have us!"

A fourth head began to grow, resembling the shouting mare and the three heads started to lunge into the force field and pick the ponies out, one-by-one.

A cycle had begun. Lunge, grab, chew, swallow. Pony bone and flesh was ground up in our jaws, filliing us with viscera.

It was a slaughter, as every pony found their way down our throats, and into our gullets. Screaming, fighting, and begging ceased in the dim of the bathroom. A fifth head grew, then a sixth, then a seventh. But soon, we were alone again. and my heads began to sing.

Hush now, sleep tight, mind takes flight. Darkness creeping in, shadow figures in sight. Soft whispers bounce, off walls they ignite. Calm the storm within, everything's alright.

Our six other heads sang in chorus, as I was slowly returned to the forefront of our mind. The ground around me was stained with blood, and I feared the world would be tainted by my actions.

"What did I do?" Tears began to well up in my eyes, as I held my head in my hooves.

"WHAT DID I DO?!" I wailed, as I fell onto the bloody floor and wept for the lives who had just been lost.