Why can I not be a monster?

Point of view is Time turner.

I hold my head in my hooves at my desk. Nothing? How is their nothing on him? Even the dragon fire message I sent to canterlot gave me nothing.

All I have is that he is 14 years old, his magic is unstable and that he has more then he should. I look at the scanning orb.

Just a foal with that magic. How did he not level the house by accident? Their is no way he does not know, he has to be holding back. I thought a unicorns magic surge would be bad. I flip through the papers. Their is not one foal on this damn thing that matches him at all. It is like he just appeared out of nowhere.

I don't know what to ask him. I can't tell if he is being truthful and I don't trust he did not runaway. The only thing I can think of to ask is about his family but if I trigger a surge It will not be good. I need to wait for a surge protector from canterlot, but that is going to take a week or two and also that means this bill for Granny is going to be high. If he was just biologically hers or in her family it would be free, I hate the Money hungry bureaucrats.

Point of view switch to Dexter.

Every step I take with the apples on my back sends pins and needles in my legs. "Do you need a moment Dexter?" Applejack askes. She lifts a hoof and almost puts it on me but I move so we do not touch.

"Yes. I do." I lay down and try to catch my breath while Big Mack is still going strong.

"Well We've gotten a lot more done to day. Thank you Dexter." She smiles at me. So I smile back but I try. It is only right that my new family is given something even if I have nothing. My dark passenger is resistant.

"You are welcome, How much longer?" I would like to know when I can rest fully.

"Well Big Mack is getting the last of it, but we finished 3 hours early." She looks up for a moment like she is finding something. "Tomorrow is Monday. So we have school. Has granny got you in school yet?"

"Crap." Shit. School again! Fuck this place. I hate history. I hate the rules, even when I did nothing we all got in trouble. What the hell was up with that shit. It just made me want to brake them more, at least I would have done it.

She winces at my word. "Don't let granny hear you say that. She took away my apple foods when I said that."

"What did you eat." This is a natural question, so I need to say it.

She gets a disgusted look on her face. "Carrots, Brussels sprouts and tomatoes."

"Too bad more for me then." I give a smile with my dark passenger clawing at my mind.

"You can have it." She smiles back and gets up. "Well we better get this done." I follow her.

I finished the moving of apples with them. "Big Mack do we have rain for today?"

"Yep." He said this as he helps get the baskets off my back.

I look up and see a clear blue sky. "From where?"

"Oh, they will bring it in tonight." This stumps me for a moment then I think magic and it makes sense.

"Lets get on in and eat." Applejack is the first to start walking then Big Mack. I follow behind them.

Before Big Mack can get up the steps I ask him something. "Where is the bathroom?"

"The door to the left of the room you slept in." Right to the point. Just how I like it.

I go in to the bathroom and answer the call of nature. I need a shower. I turn on the water with my wing. I let it warm up and then step in. The warm water runs over my face and over the back of my head.

It drips off my body and feels so delightful. I take a breath of ecstasy. I feel the water in my feathers. I could dye the water red. It would not be the real thing but it would get me so close.

I feel my back legs give out. They are too shaky. I close my eyes. My breathing is so, heavy. I turn around. When the water hits my back I have to stifle a moan. I feel every drop of water on my wings. I can't help that I love this.

Little warm storm torn. The pleasure, The ecstasy. Only to you it's a hex you see. Fickle feathers pleasure weathered. Exhausted. The fault is. You. A dent, A divot, A cavity. Will not obey this chastity. Mill it. kill it. All spent. All bent. Broken.

I turn the water off. Spitfire showed me how to move air with my magic. So I could just do that to dry off. No need to wait. When I start to use my magic I can see the water fall to the ground leaving my feathers and fur dry.

I do need to use a towel for the ground but It is easier then what I thought it would take, to dry off my body. I look at the mirror before leaving. I pay it no mind as my reflection said. "Hello".

I walk down to the front of the house and take a left to the kitchen. Big Mack is the only one at the table. He looks up from a puzzle he is doing. "I'm next." He gets up and walks past me to the same bathroom I just came from. I see the cutting bord is still as I left it but the knife has been cleaned and put up. I grab one more apple and the knife again, while taking my seat.

I'll start perfecting my new ritual. I lay the apple down and cut from the top to the bottom. Giving me two halves. Juice is dampening my work space, But I don't mind. Then I cut it again in half on both of those pieces.

Now I take out all of the cores and lay them all in a neat line to the right of my area. One by one I flay the red skin off all four pieces and lay them all on the left side. I eat one apple slice. Then take two of the skins and eat them as well. I want more, So I take one of the three pieces I have and cut little thin slices off.

I can see the knife behind the apple slice, it is so thin. When I'm done with that I take one of the skins and give it eyes. I put it on one of the apple slices and pop the whole thing in to my mouth.

The world fades just leaving me with the blood. In my mouth. On my teeth. I love the blood but not the meat. Before I could let it go further my mind is snapped back when I here hooves getting closer.

I see Applejacks head poke around the door. "You eaten without me?"

"Just an apple. I have not had what granny made yet." I go back to my work, more mindful of the eyes on me.

"Well how about we get the monopol-pony set out and get it ready for the game to night?"

Wow, Monopol-pony. Why not just say monopoly? "Okay but I have no idea on where that is."

"Oh, let me get it, just clean the table up please." I do as asked, but I have a question.

"Applejack. When do we eat? Because the way you where talking before we came inside was like, there was food ready."

"Sorry, I had a snack but we eat at 8 and it is around 6 I think."

"How are you telling the time?" This I am curious about.

"Uh, I don't know. Mama always said that an earth pony can always tell the time. I just need to find it."

Odd. Wait no, magic. I need more. I need to know how it works. Why it works. "So you just start to look for it and you find it?"

"Yes, hold on, one moment. The game is not." She looks up. "Oh, It is up stairs. I moved it when Big Mack stole from the bank."

I hear a voice that carries. "Nope."

She looks at me and starts to point at where it came from with her hoof. Mouthing the words, Yes he did. She heads up and gets the game.

Trials of styled smiles, others pile, we file and dial. Many monsters have mighty manuscripts. But one dip, one slip, one tiny little trip. A surge. An urge to splurge in to bloody little curds. Heed my words, stifle the surge, and mitigate the urge to splurge.

Time skip to 10:00.

Well in Monopol-pony granny kicked all of our asses. Note to self. Granny is good at strategy and making deals.

She made a Spinach cream cheese casserole while also making some Roasted cabbage and brussels sprouts, then with all of that, she made Garlic Bread.

Yes it is vegetarian but granny is no slouch when it comes to taste, Although Applejack did not have much of the Roasted cabbage and brussels sprouts. That just means their was more for me. Now if i could get my. Hooves? Wings? Um. My Wings on a pig. Yes that sounds right. Okay I don't like having to use different words for stuff now but it looks like I will just need to get used to it.

I am looking outside from the window in the room and seeing a mare on the moon. A pig does sound nice right now. I don't think my body could digest it but it would taste so good. Should I even hunt? I need to figure this out. It does not help being told that I am 14. That almost made the mask slip when granny told me.

I get up and move to the mirror. I need to talk with my monster and make some new ground rules.

The thing in the mirror looks at me and starts to speak. "Hello. You have been ignoring me."

"I'm making a new code. You know what I'm talking about but I need to be sure, we are on the same page."

"Well then My little host. What are your terms."

"Try to not kill. If we do kill, it is only to save the innocent."

It speaks but my mouth does not move. "I have a term of my own little host. We must learn and use magic. Even if I prefer blood this magic you have does feel nice in it's own way. I hope you understand, I will not help you maintain control. I'll always be resistant to you my little host and all your tight leashes."

"So are we in agreement monster." It looks at me with the eyes that I can only see as hollow.

"Yes, you are the one I have to behave for after all." I feel a black wispy tentacle coil around my face. It is a gentle jester. Its red eyes fallout of my shadow while moving over to me resting next to my head. "Bye for now. I'll still be here even if we can't talk as I always am." I pull away, braking the sweet embrace of my monster.

I have school tomorrow with Big Mack. He and I are the same age. After school I'll be with spitfire trying to fly. Lets just get some sleep. I can think more in the morning.

Take your sleep and fall in to the inky deep. The culdesac, the cold wraps and hacks by the stack in the max. Little lovely, loves leveled leveraging, likely lacking locks. Every door open, No words spoken. I cuddle, his muzzle, its guttural.

"Dexter Time for school." Granny said as I sit up and move off the bed. I heard her come down the stairs. I just waited for her to open the door to get me.

"Yes granny." I move to the kitchen and smell eggs? Well that is good. I come around the corner and see Biscuits and white gravy. Most likely with out sausage. I take my seat again and see yes it does not have it. Bummer, but expected.

I point to big Mack and back to me. "So Granny. How are we getting to school?"

"The cart will come and get all of you." She is holding a milk bottle in the basket.

I start to eat. I hear Applejack speak. "Granny do I have to eat eggs. I don't like 'em."

"Who will eat them." Granny askes.

Applejack looks at Granny as if she is thinking hard. "We could get a dog?"

"I'll trade you some of my biscuits if you give me your eggs." I suggest.

"Thanks Dexter." She shuffles over and does the switch.

"Do you like eggs?" Granny asks.

"Yes. With-" I feel my body jump as I hold in my word. Hold on their mouth. You don't say that about pigs unless you know that eating meat is not seen as being insane.

"With what?" Applejack asks.

"With Grapefruit." I say hoping to dispel suspicion.

"What is a Grapefruit?"

"It is like an orange but better."

"Not better then an apple." She challenges me.

"If you were at sea what would you bring with you? Apples, grapefruits or oranges?"

"Apples."

"Well in around 3 months. You will get scurvy." I see Grannies eyes go wide.

Applejack is still curious. "What is a scarvy?"

"It is a sickness from the lack of Vitamin C."

"We can get sick from eating apples?"

"No, you just need to eat and orange now and then. Possibly even a carrot once in a while."

"Uh, What is a Vitamin?"

"It is like an oil your body needs."

"What do you mean?"

I move over to a window and point to a tree. "What happens if you don't give water to a tree?"

"It don't grow."

"So you give it water to grow. But now think that every tree out there only could drink a specific water color."

"That is odd."

"Well that is what makes and orchard right, having more then one tree." I go to her and point at her body.

"And you have an orchard of apple trees in you right now needing different kinds of water. When you don't give them that water what will happen?"

She looks at her body. "They won't grow."

"Will it be an orchard if the trees don't grow?"

"No."

"So you need to eat some foods you don't like because you need to water your apple trees."

She looks at granny and back to me. "Oh. Granny why did you not tell me?"

"Well I just haven't heard it put that way before." She looks at me with interest. Shit. I said too much.

"I have been slacking this whole time and nopony told me." She makes a humph. "Granny do you have an egg I can eat."

She puts and egg on her plate still looking at me. "Here you go sugar." FUCK.

Oranges, would it conform to this. Pain, or is it shame that blames the flame on games making change or chains. Mildly mindful memorable metaphors, morphing monster mind, multiple meaningful mundane mentions.