Title:           An Anonymous Werewolf in Canterlot 3
Author:          Sergeant_Nonymous
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First Edit:      Saturday 1st of October 2016 05:31:09 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Saturday 1st of October 2016 06:08:40 PM CDT

Story Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUQiUFZ5RDw
 
>No matter where you go, things never stop being strange.
>Of course, it's not just that strangeness actively follows you, but that you actively seek it out.
>This has, on occasion, necessitated that you leave home to chase down the curious, the cryptic and the crazy things that go bump in the night.
>That's what you've been doing for the last year: travelling from state to state, seeking
>For three years now you've lived a life that is equal parts natural and supernatural; you and your friends walk the line between what is real and what only seems real.
>But unlike the first two, this last year was spent on a trip, travelling from state to state in a large mobile home.
>It's been a nice journey: seeing the sights, taking pictures, making new friends, fighting freakish monsters of all shapes and sizes, the usual.
>That's what's taken you here, on your last leg of the journey, outside of the US to the open stretches of Mexico.
>It's made local news that recently people have been disappearing, only for their corpses to show up days later.
>This only started after much of the local wildlife started to die in much the same way.
>With sights turned to south of the border, you travelled here and now you find yourself staring at a most peculiar sight.
>The silence of the night air is punctuated by a shrill and terrible scream as a woman backs away from a terrifying beast.
>The gangly and quill-covered thing, its frame wiry and sickly-looking, looks upon her with burning red eyes and a maw of dripping fangs opens in a hungry growl as it advances towards her.
>She crawls on her back as it stalks her across the open farmland; she continues to scream and call for help, begging for the beast to leave her alone in her native tongue.
>But even if it could understand her, it wouldn't listen.
 
>The monster's talon-like claws dig into the soft dirt as it moves closer and closer to the shrieking woman, ready to tear her to shreds.
>Alright.
>That's enough of that.
>Leaning down, you pick up a rock and throw it at the beast's head, smacking it squarely on the side of its forehead.
>The creature's face twists into a confused and angry visage as it turns its head towards you.
>You walk down the hill, lightly tossing another stone up and down in your hand.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step away from the lady."
>The creature's red eyes size you up, quickly deciding that you are no threat.
>It turns back to the woman and is about to resume its dinner plans when it receives the second rock thrown even harder against its head.
"Hey! You're dealing with me now, ugly." You look at the woman and tell her to vámonos, which is just about the extent of your Spanish.
>She gets the idea and quickly runs off.
>As the beast shakes its head, it now turns its attention to you fully, angry at having lost its previous meal.
>You walk down the hill and approach it as it screeches at you in a shrill, loud cry.
>In the moonlight, you look at its thin form, with its patchy skin and needle-like quills.
>It's not even that large, barely bigger than a full-grown mastiff a face that looks both diseased and like it was run over by a car.
 
"Boy, you are just about the ugliest damn thing I've ever seen," you smile as you look at the thing. "You're supposed to be El Chupacabra? I was expecting something more beefy; you look like a starved and ugly dog. You'd think after all that Mexican food you'd at least look well-fed."
>The creature again gives a cry, its maw of sharp and long fangs opening up to spew spittle at you.
>You brush a small amount of saliva off of your shirt and cock an eyebrow.
"And bad breath to top it all off, too. If you aren't the ass-end of the evolutionary spectrum, I don't know what is. It's like all the other monsters got the good genes and all you got was what was left over."
>The monstrous goat-sucker seems disinterested in conversation, as it now moves forward to attack.
>Its hunched-over frame is well-suited to pouncing, as it seems more like a dog than a man, but if anyone is more qualified to deal with dog-man-things than you, you've yet to meet them.
>You move your foot back and bring up your hands, moving to grab the cryptid as it flies at you.
>Using your strength and skill, you manipulate its forward momentum and toss it clear over your head.
>This is not done without getting a few scratches from its claws; they tear your shirt and draw blood.
>But it hits the ground and rolls, getting up after a moment and growling.
>You look at your arm and see three bright red lines under your shredded sleeve.
"That was rude," you say, reaching up and tearing the sleeve off completely. "Even the Jersey Devil had better manners than you."
>The Chupacabra charges back in, only to be met with a swift fist to the face that knocks it back.
>The beast backs up a few paces, rubbing its nose with a paw.
"That was for my shirt. The next twelve or so punches are going to be for the people you killed. Then we'll get to the animals, and brother, you've got a lot of punches coming up for them."
 
>As you hold up your fist, the scratches on your arm seal shut and any evidence of them existing, outside of a little bit of blood on your skin, is gone.
>The beast runs up again and swipes at you, but you're more than ready to meet it head on.
>You dodge its first attack with a simple side-step, then punch it in the face again.
>Again and again it tries, and occasionally it manages to scratch you, but each time you respond with a swift punch to its face.
>Soon enough its nose is bloody and its face is bruised, but you're unharmed; each scratch is healed up.
>The most damage it's done so far is to your clothing, which is annoying, but clothes are cheap down here, so it's not much of a loss.
"I've seen better monsters in my sleep," you mock the beast as it scratches your arm, digging in deeply before you punch it again. "My best friend has a fish man for a pet, and he put up a better fight than you!"
>Suddenly, the beast lunges forward and snaps its jaws around your left wrist, violently twisting.
>You let out a grunt as you pull against its mouth.
"Alright, I've been using my left hand, but I think it's time you met my right," you say, curling your right hand into a fist. "Chew on THIS!"
>You swing it upwards in an uppercut against the monster's jaw, knocking a few teeth out.
>It lets go of your hand and reels backwards, crying out in pain as you shake out your left hand.
>There's a tooth lodged in your arm; you pull it out and inspect it for a moment before flicking it away.
"Nice tooth," you say with a smile. "Now then, I think it's time we stopped playing around."
>You run up to the monster and kick it in the chest, rolling it onto its back.
>Quickly stepping on its chest, you kneel down and hold it by the neck as you pummel it over and over with your right hand in a rain of blows.
>You punch again and again, until it stops scratching at your legs.
>You hold up your fist, red with its blood, and step off to dust your hands.
 
>As you brush your hands against your pants, you look back and see the thing struggling to get up.
"Now would be the time for you to surrender, unless you want to fight back. Please tell me you want to fight back, it would make my night."
>It looks at you before rearing its head up to the night sky and letting out a loud, painful cry.
>The shrill, high-pitched wail reaches out far and wide, and after it is over, more are heard in the distance that answer its call.
>You wait with a smile on your face as its reinforcements begin to arrive.
>It's just like Twilight hypothesized; there are more than one of them.
>And now they come out of the darkness, running in small packs up towards the farm.
>They leap over the fence and through the plants, running up until they have you surrounded on three sides.
>Their red eyes gleam in the dim light of the crescent moon, their mouths snarling and snapping as they slowly approach.
>Even the one you subdued and beat to a pulp is back up, bolstered by the appearance of its pack.
>You put your hands on your hips and smile even wider.
"Wow, you brought friends! I wish I had thought of that."
>For a moment, nothing happens.
>You blink and then look back over your shoulder.
"I said: I WISH I HAD THOUGHT OF THAT!"
>Your hyper-sensitive ears pick up the sound of an engine starting.
>Two large headlights shine down from atop the nearby hill, startling the pack.
>The mobile home roars to life as its driver slams down on the peddle, driving down the hill.
>As the monsters scramble over each other to escape, it slams into several of them, running them over.
You bring a hand to your face. "You still missed your cue. Whatever."
 
>As the creatures regroup nearby, the side door to the grand caravan bursts open as a blonde-haired gun-toting girl emerges, trigger-happy like it's the Fourth of July.
>Shotgun in hand, Applejack blasts one of the creatures as they leap at her, painting the side of the vehicle with blood.
>As one of the monsters that wasn't run over climbs on top of the vehicle, the roof hatch slams open and a vampire emerges, spreading her large, bat-like wings as she takes flight from within.
>She swoops down and tackles the Chupacabra off of the roof, carrying it up into the sky by its neck.
>The pack moves in, hoping to overwhelm you in greater numbers, but they don't realize just who you have on your side.
>From the entrance comes two of your heavy-hitters; Gummy and Spike.
>The gill man and the reanimated flesh golem both roar as they charge into the fray, joining you as you hold off the horde; you have your hands around two of the creature's throats and were using them to keep the others at bay.
>But as Spike runs in, his massive and bulky frame dwarfing the dog-like creatures, he brings up a massive boot and slams it down on one of them, all but snapping it in half.
>Gummy is more vicious, equipped with sharp teeth and claws, and he puts them to great use as he tears into the creatures with abandon.
>As Applejack puts down another with her last shotgun shell in the weapon, she drops it and draws a crossbow from her back.
>Taking aim, she fires and impales another two beasts; the silver bolt flies cleanly through the first and nails the second to the ground.
 
>As she takes out another bolt, a dead Chupacabra falls onto the ground next to her; Fluttershy then swoops in to pick up another victim.
>You toss aside the two creatures you were holding and look around, seeing another two figures emerge from the mobile home.
>Pinkie Pie, armed with a small cannon she's borrowed from Applejack, aims at one of the nearby beasts that snarls at her.
>"Bye-bye~!" she says in a sing-song voice before blasting it away.
>The projectile, a combination of a cannonball and confetti, bursts cleanly through its stomach and out its back, completely blowing it in half.
>Alongside her, Rainbow Dash steps out and over a dead monster as she holds up a sword in its sheath.
>With a wicked smile on her face, she draws the blade out and holds it up high as it glows with a bright light, illuminating the battlefield.
>The Chupacabras all shy away from the light as it encompasses her body; two beams emerge from her back and turn into angelic wings.
>As the light dies down, the wings remain, and the Valkyrie is ready to party.
>She kicks off the ground with a single beat of her wings, kicking up dust and sand behind her as she flies towards the nearest one.
>With a single swing of her sword, she cuts it in half.
>She then follows this up by dragging her sword along the ground, leaving a cutting trial behind her as she slices into another one while flying past.
>She circles around the battlefield, picking off the stragglers, before she lands next to you.
>"So, are you done showing off yet, or what?" she asks with a big grin. "Just transform already! You're not impressing anybody."
 
"I'm enjoying myself," you say, picking up one of them and snapping its neck with your bare hands.
>"Yeah. I'm worried about you, dude." One of the monsters then leaps at her, which she impales on her sword.
"Well I'm not the only one," you joke, kicking the beast off her blade.
>Before she can reply, a call is heard throughout the field, louder and more ear-splitting than any up until this point.
>The Chupacabras all seem to back up a few paces and part as a new foe appears, moving through their ranks to the front.
>This one is larger than all of the others, bigger even than a man, and twice as ugly and mean-looking.
>You let out a long, low whistle as you look at the leader of the pack.
"Now, I have seen some damn ugly monsters in my time, but you take the ugly cake."
>It roars at you, eyes blazing and drool dripping off gnarled fangs.
"Hey! Don't be mad at me, be mad at your mother for not bashing your head against a rock when you were born." You look the creature up and down. "Of course. she might have, it's hard to tell."
>Your friends all snicker as the alpha charges, with the rest of its pack following.
>You immediately drop your smile and rush back at it, meeting it in the middle.
>The two of you clash against each other, but it has the strength of a bear and quickly overwhelms you.
>It knocks your hands aside and then swipes a paw across your face, digging deeply into your skin and tearing out a few chunks before it knocks you aside.
>You hit the ground as Spike and Gummy move in to deal with the beast.
>Nearby, Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie and Rainbow Dash are handling the rest as best they can.
>You cough and shake your head, feeling a very painful stinging sensation all around your face.
>It'll heal, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like a bitch.
 
>As you pick yourself up, you feel a hand on your shoulder.
>You look up and see Twilight standing over you, holding a syringe full of green glowing liquid.
>"Are you ready?" she asks, squirting some of it out to get rid of any air.
You nod. "Hit me with the juice."
>She brushes aside part of your torn shirt and holds the syringe right over your heart before plunging it in, injecting its contents directly into your bloodstream.
>Your eyes shoot wide open as you feel the green fluid being swiftly carried all throughout your body.
>The effects are almost instantaneous; your skin feels like it is on fire as every nerve in your body screams at once.
>You throw your head back and shout as something deep within you awakens.
>In the dark recesses of your soul, forced prematurely out of his slumber, the Wolf begins to surface.
>As he claws his way to the front of your mind, your body begins to change.
>Your spine grows, along with your skull; your skin is stretched and elongated as your mouth begins to jut forward unnaturally.
>Lips curl away from teeth that grow and change, getting sharper and yellower.
>As your back, shoulders and chest expand, the remnants of your shirt tear away, as do your pants, shoes and socks, until you are completely nude.
>Your feet and hands spread out, with your fingers and toes thickening into paws.
>Afterwards, claws sprout out from their ends, which then dig into the earth as the painful transformation moves into its next phase.
>As your legs painfully snap and grow new joints near your feet, a tail forms at the end of your spine.
>With your face now fully formed into its new shape and your ears now pointed, your hair begins to lengthen as well.
 
>All over your body, grey and white hair begins to form until you are completely covered in it, along with a slightly-bushy tail.
>The final and most minute changes take place as the transformation comes to a close, and your eyes snap open, revealing bright golden orbs that shine in the darkness.
>With your claws still dug into the earth, you rear upwards, now much larger than an average human, and point your head up to the sky.
>You then let out a long, loud howl to the quarter-full moon, alerting everyone that the Wolf has returned.
>When you stop, you stand up on your hind legs, hunched over as you look at the alpha Chupacabra throwing Spike and Gummy off of him.
>Your muzzle opens and you bark a challenge at him, growling and baring your fangs.
>Twilight steps out of the way and back towards the RV, where she sets aside the used syringe and quickly begins preparing the counter-solution in a larger autoinjector.
>The largest Chupacabra faces you fully, answering your challenge with a cry of its own.
>Behind your wolfen eyes, you and your animalistic companion work as one to focus on your newest foe.
‘Let’s show that ugly son of a bitch what a real monster is,’ you think, and the Wolf agrees with your sentiment.
>You take a few steps towards the alpha, your feet leaving large paw prints in the dirt.
>One of the lesser beasts leaps at you in an attempt to stop you, but you snap your larger jaws around its neck and twist, snapping it as easily as a candy bar.
>You drop the body and then charge at the alpha, grabbing a smaller Chupacabra in your claws as you do, before using it as a club and bashing the alpha over the head.
 
>Both monsters let out a screech as you do this.
>Once the alpha is on the ground, you toss the lesser beast away and descend upon the creature that clawed your face earlier.
>What ensues is a struggle for dominance as both of you roll on the ground, snapping and clawing at each other.
>In your human form, the alpha was much larger and stronger, but now you are on even ground.
>Both of your jaws clamp around each other’s shoulders, digging deeply into the flesh.
>But unlike you, he doesn’t have the supernatural power of the moon on his side; though only quarter-full, it continually rejuvenates you, providing you with regenerative healing and constant stamina.
>Not only that, but your body is more suited to combat than his.
>Your thicker coat makes it harder for him to hurt you, whereas his comparatively wiry form is all too easy for you to bite and claw.
>Though his attempts at pushing back against you are admirable, you ultimately begin to push him back as his clawed feet drag through the dirt.
>Around you, the battle continues to rage, with Applejack and Fluttershy teaming up to take down more of them.
>The vampire picks them up and throws them into the sky, where the monster hunter shoots them as they fall, not unlike shooting skeet.
>With you taking on the alpha, Spike and Gummy are free to mop up the remainder around him, keeping you free from smaller pests attempting to swarm you and protect their larger cousin.
>That leaves Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie to clean up the perimeter, taking care of any who try to escape.
>Rainbow soars overhead, dipping down and spinning with her wings held close against her body as she holds her sword out.
 
>This creates a whirling, chopping cyclone that quickly slices several of the creatures down.
>Pinkie, meanwhile, has reloaded her cannon and fires another confetti-covered cannonball at a group of them, which blows cleanly through three of the monsters, taking the third one’s leg clean off.
>”Talk about a fiesta! Aye-yai-yai!” she cries with a big smile on her face.
>At the mobile home, Rarity has appeared in the doorway, having left the driver’s seat, and is helping Twilight with the necessary post-battle preparations.
>With so much going on, one could almost be forgiven for being distracted.
>You don’t see the alpha’s hand come up to your face and dig into your eye, nearly gouging it out.
>Your vision turns half red and you howl in pain as you back up a few steps.
>The Chupacabra attempts to follow up with another attack, but you then spring forward and tackle it to the ground.
>There, in furious rage, you snap your jaws tightly shut around its throat, clamping so tightly that it can no longer breathe.
>It kicks and claws at you but you hold it in place, shaking your head slightly as your mouth fills up with its blood.
>Eventually, after a few moments, the creature chokes to death, unable to breathe.
>It twitches a few times, claws grasping at nothing in its death throes, until it is completely still.
>You stand up, your maw dripping with blood, as you pick up the body of the alpha and hoist it over your head.
>With a great howl, you throw the body down onto the earth and step upon it, roaring triumphantly.
>Their leader dead and their numbers decimated, the remainder quickly loses any heart to fight and flees.
>Rainbow is about to chase after them, but is stopped by Fluttershy.
>”No! Remember what Twilight said.”
>”But… Argh! Fine.”
 
>Both of their eyes are then drawn back to you as you growl, digging your claws into the alpha and tearing it to pieces.
>With the corpse destroyed, now your attention turns to your friends, who are carefully surrounding you.
>Inside your head, you watch this happen, knowing what must be done.
>They’ve done it at least a dozen times by now, and know what to do.
>The problem is, the Wolf knows it as well, and doesn’t want to go through with it.
>”Easy there, big fella,” Applejack says, taking out her lasso. “Fight’s over. It’s time to back down and let Anon back out.”
>The Wolf snaps at her, baring your fangs.
>Nearby, Twilight holds up the autoinjector as Spike and Gummy stand protectively in front of her.
>Rainbow and Fluttershy land behind you.
>And inside, you speak to the Wolf.
‘Just calm down. You know what’s going to happen.’
>’Not this time,’ the bestial spirit barks back. ‘Not this time!’
>Once he comes out to play, he never wants to go back in the cage.
>He crouches low and then pounces upwards, intending to escape and have some fun of his own.
>Fluttershy, having anticipated this, shoots up and tackles you from behind, taking you to the ground.
>Once there, Applejack quickly throws her lasso around your neck and pulls it tight as she and Fluttershy work together to hold you down.
>The Wolf desperately resists this, thrashing in her grip.
>Spike and Gummy are there in an instant to hold down your arms and prevent you from clawing at Fluttershy or the rope.
 
>Your mouth snaps violently as you attempt to bite them, but they’ve done this plenty of times before and know just where to hold you to stay out of the reach of your claws and teeth.
>Twilight and Rainbow walk up to you, and the scientist hands the Valkyrie the autoinjector.
>Rainbow bites the cap off and turns it so that the needle is facing downwards.
>Quick as a rabbit, she darts forward and stabs it down into your heart.
>The Wolf howls in pain and continues to snap and growl, but as the serum of the counter-solution works its way into your body, he loses more and more strength.
>’One day,’ he growls in your mind. ‘One day, she won’t be around…’
>His threats are empty and you simply let him fade back into the darkness of your mind.
>As the serum runs through your blood, you begin to change back.
>The others all let go as your body rapidly shifts, growing smaller until you are human once more.
>Rarity is quick to provide a blanket for your nude form from the cabin in the RV.
>Though painful, you bear the pain of the transformation that you have felt at least a hundred times now and wait for it to finish.
>Your mouth is left feeling slightly numb as your teeth return to their normal shape.
>Twilight always mixes in a little bit of painkiller to make the return transformation less painful, but it leaves you dizzy for a while.
>You sit up and rub your head while the others take stock of the battlefield.
>Twilight kneels down next to you. “How are you feeling? Do you need something to help with the pain?”
“No,” you grunt. “No, I’m fine.”
>Applejack offers a hand and helps you up to your feet.
 
>You pull the blanket close and let her do so.
>Not far away, Rarity is fussing about the large spatter of blood on her RV.
>”Applejack! How could you be so careless? Look at what you did!”
>”Aw, can it Rares, you ran over like six of ‘em anyway!”
>Pinkie Pie bounces up. “It’s okay, Rarity! We can take it to the car wash like that time we got it stuck in the swamp with the skunky ape-people!”
>The purple-haired girl shivers. “Ugh! Don’t remind me! Such abhorred stenches in that swamp…”
You look around at the bodies on the ground. “So… Are we gonna have to clean this up? Because it’s at least two in the morning…”
>Twilight shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so.” She turns over to AJ and asks, “Did our plan work?”
>”You’re darn tootin’,” she replies, walking over to a nearby ditch.
>You and Twilight walk up and look down to see a live Chupacabra, specifically the one you were fighting one-on-one earlier, tied up in a net.
“Ugly bastard, isn’t he?” you ask.
>”But alive,” Twilight points out. “Now, when the authorities arrive, the Mexican government will have no choice but to investigate the recent rise in the Chupacabra population.”
>”Why’s that?” AJ asks.
>Twilight takes out her phone. “An anonymous tip to a local news outlet should do it. Once this hits the news, the whole world will know. Unless they cover it up. In either case the problem will still be dealt with. I’ll make the call.”
>She walks off as AJ approaches you.
>”I guess your plan to be bait worked.”
“We should do it more often. It was fun.”
>Rainbow, using a rag to clean the blood off of her sword, walks up. “Yeah, what the hell was up with you, anyway? Getting all taunting with it and stuff?”
 
You shrug. “Like I said, it was fun.”
>The rainbow-haired girl gives you a look of concern as you turn back to the RV.
>Inside is a change of clothes.
>As you pass by Gummy, Pinkie Pie is checking him over.
>”Did you have fun, Gummy? Did you have fun tearing apart all those meanie-weenie Chupacabras?” She hugs him close and pats the fish man on his head. “Yes you did, yes you did!”
>He gives an affectionate growl and hugs her back.
>Near the entrance to the RV, Rarity is using a flashlight to check over Spike.
>”I’m okay, Rarity, really,” he says.
>”Oh! Some of the stitching on your neck came loose! We need to get that fixed right away! We can’t have your head coming off!”
>”I’m fine…” he grumbles as she fishes around in a bag for her sewing kit.
>You walk past without saying anything and enter the RV.
>Inside, Fluttershy is tending to Angel in his cage.
>You move past her, but she turns and speaks.
>”Anon? Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I just need a drink.”
>You open the cabinet and take out a bottle of whiskey.
>Fluttershy is concerned, but doesn’t object as you plop down on the couch and take a swig.
>You swallow it down and let it rest for a minute before taking another drink.
 
>You don’t think you have a problem, but lately you’ve found that it helps after transforming to get just a little bit hammered; it keeps your head from aching too hard.
>Twilight enters the RV. “Alright, I left a message. We need to get out of here before anyone comes looking.”
>”Did you get your samples?” AJ asks.
>Twilight holds up a bag and several jars containing Chupacabra remains. “You know it!”
“Does this mean we’re leaving Mexico now?”
>The scientist nods. “I don’t see any reason to stay.”
>”The food!” Pinkie calls from outside.
>At that moment, Rainbow pushes past them and looks at you on the couch. “Come on, man. At least get dressed before you get drunk. Last thing we need is for that blanket to slip and everyone to get a look at your little werewolf.”
>You respond by taking another drink, but then heading to the bathroom to change.
>Once inside, you set the whiskey down and shower.
>Outside, you can hear the others packing their things up and getting ready to leave.
>Soon enough, the RV starts up and you’re driving off.
>You lean up against the wall of the shower as the water runs down your body, taking a deep breath.
‘Leaving Mexico,’ you think to yourself. ‘Two weeks spent tracking these damn Chupacabras. It took way longer than we thought.’
>You turn off the water and step out to towel off.
>Your phone is on the counter.
>You pick it up and check it; one missed call from Sunset Shimmer.
>The date, now that you’re past midnight, is October 1st.
>Originally your group had planned to be back in Canterlot by this date.
>This trip has been fun, but it’s been too long---you’re homesick.
 
>But that’s not the only reason you’re feeling the way you are.
>After all, October is when the stranger things tend to start happening around home.
>Thinking back on the last two years---Archsepsis, Spencer---you can only wonder what might be going on now.
>Of course, you hope that after such an eventful trip like this, nothing will happen.
‘After all, we’ve been through two doomsday scenarios in the last two years in October; what are the chances that this will be the third in a row?’
>You pause for a moment, then reach for the bottle and take another drink.