Studying a Creature

Log Entry / The End of the Tyke Arc

Well, I guess time flies fast when you're having fun, and it goes faster when you have a monster by your side. A month had already passed since my first encounter with a Tyke, and I've learned a lot from them thanks to Siren. One of the things I learned from her was that there are no male Tykes. Another thing I learned is that most Tykes aren't born; they are made through conversion.

I asked Siren about how she became a Tyke, though she didn't reply, and just kept her mouth shut until she decided to change the topic. She was hiding something... something about her past, and it made her all that tempting to study about. But my objective was not to write a biography about her, or interview her, so it's another story for another time. My objective was to gather every bit information I could get out of her about Tykes in general, and I believe there's more; far more, and some even relates to my new condition.

Over the past weeks, I'd been having this urges for her body; lusting for her presence. Every time I'd see her, I felt like I needed her; she's like my drug, and if I don't have her, I feel all moody and weird. She's getting inside of my head, and each session we had, it just gets worse and worse. I couldn't even sit beside her without having the thought of asking for a quickie with her, and there were times I just found myself sniffing her like a dog, filling my nose with her scent.

It's like a never ending hunger, even though I'm the one being eaten. I just couldn't get enough of her, and I think it'd be best if I get her out of my thoughts for a few weeks. I already asked her about changing her diet for a few days, and thank Celestia she surprisingly agreed. But the look she gave me with her eyes told me not to be so calm about it, and knowing her for a long time now, my guts were telling me she had something under her smile.

A second plan formed on my head, and it'll not only make me forget about my insatiable hunger, but also a great way to unwind... even though I don't do much...

"Do you want to go to the 'Ponyville Summer Harvest Parade'?" I asked Siren.

"What's a parade?" an eyebrow raised as she asked back.

That figures. "Well... it's a huge celebration for everypony; in that time, there're ponies marching on the streets, some driving a parade, and there're a lot of activities you can do, varying from the theme of the parade. And here in Ponyville, we do a yearly 'Summer Harvest Parade'. It'll be fun!" I gave her a smile, which she returned by rolling her eyes. I felt my stomach turning, as if it was begging for me to give her a ride. But a great ounce of willpower was enough to silence it for a moment.

"Sure. Why not?" she returned her gaze back at the photo album she was holding, and then continued on scanning them with a small smirk, laughing silently at the photos that was taken when I was still a foal, and a colt.

As soon as she gave her answer I quickly dismissed her, and then went straight to the bathroom. I faced the mirror above the sink, staring at my sweating reflection. A few short gasps later, I asked myself, "Now where did I leave that magazine...?"