//------------------------------// // Uncaged // Story: An American Werewolf in Equestria // by Ron Jeremy Pony //------------------------------// An American Werewolf in Equestria Chapter 7 – Uncaged (Golden Oaks Library – Ponyville – Three Days later) Twilight watched as David paced the floor. He couldn’t sit still, he was constantly up, moving, having to keep busy. She had seen this kind of behavior before, and to be honest she had even experienced it. For them it usually happened during Hearts and Hooves day. Most mares and stallions would pace around until they found their special somepony. After that… well she didn’t any direct experience, but she knew enough about biology to understand why they calmed down. “David, calm down a little bit,” she said. He tried to sit still, and made it an entire five minutes before he began tapping his feet. She watched as he got up, shook his head, and continued pacing. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “I… I really don’t want to talk about it,” he replied. She walked toward him and stopped him mid stride. He looked at her and shook his head. His eyes mapped over her form for a moment before he shook it off. He felt her nudge him slightly and finally he found a seat. She took one next to him. “Twilight, this… I don’t know how to explain it, but it happened before. It was after I changed, after the full moon,” he said as he wrung his hands together, “I woke up confused, naked, and inside of a wolf’s den in a zoo. I had no idea of what had happened, but I had never felt better in my life. I had a drive that was incredibly difficult to ignore. I got back to Alex’s apartment. Twilight, I tried, really tried, to talk Alex into forgetting about going to the hospital. I had every intention of… I’m not saying that I’m not forward. I have no problem being forward, but I’m not usually that forward.” She nodded. She had thought that it could be the case and she was right. Candace had told them both about wolves, but she had talked to her privately about their habits. Or at least she had told her about the habits that had been documented. Those habits included uneasy pacing when they were without a mate, or trapped. The wolf inside of David was demanding something. She thought about him for a moment. Candace was right. She didn’t want to admit it at all, but she was right. There was more here than friendship, but she didn’t want to act on it, or at least she didn’t think that she wanted to. Years of being called plain, bookworm, nerd, dork, and egghead had made her simply believe that she wasn’t really going to ever find a special somepony. She could demand a consort now if she wanted one, but that wasn’t how she wanted things to go. She didn’t want somepony to be assigned to her. She didn’t want a stallion that didn’t care for her, and who viewed any intimacy with her as part of his job. David wasn’t like that. He wasn’t off putting, and he didn’t view her as anything else other than a peer. She wasn’t sure when the transitation from thinking became kissing. She didn’t have a clue how things changed this quickly. She noticed that his hands weren’t pushing her away, but rather they were pulling her closer. She felt one of them on the back of her head, fisted in her hair, and the other placed between her wings. They had been lifted up, and she felt herself being held in the air. He pulled back and she lay her muzzle on his shoulder. “I…if I’m not any good it’s because it’s my first time,” she said. He stopped. She felt him hug her tighter against him. A sort of soft growl escaped him, but it seemed to disappear. He gently sat them down and continued to hold her. “Twilight… I can’t. I can’t do this like this. I don’t want your memory of anything to be a violent display. It shouldn’t ever come to that,” he said. “David,” she started but he shook his head. “A candle lit dinner, a bouquet of roses, chocolates, dancing, everything to make a memorable evening should be before this,” he said. He gently released her. “You don’t think that I’m…” she began before he stopped her. “I think that you’re brilliant, driven, and to be honest beautiful. I know that Jack teased me about this before, but this isn’t home, and I’m not exactly human anymore. I see things, hear things, smell things that I shouldn’t be able to. I’ve accepted that the wolf is part of me. That means there is a part of me that is very much animal, but I will be damned if I let it control how things are going to be. I won’t make you do anything that you’re not ready for or even want to do,” he said. “But, I… David I… Maybe you’re right,” she said. He nodded. Then he noticed her horn glowing a soft purple. He felt himself being lifted up into a standing position. “But it’s not about me not wanting to, or being unwilling. It’s about you wanting to make sure that my first… time, let’s stick with that, something I can look back on fondly, so let’s get to it. Based on what you said, and what I always imagined I have a mental checklist that we can go through,” she said, “So, romantic dinner, the café will work. Dancing, hmmm… I think that Sweet Apple Acres has their annual winter barn dance today. You can buy a bouquet of roses from a vendor, and no pony makes better chocolate than the Cakes.” He watched as she ran upstairs, and stood there waiting. He wasn’t sure what it was that just happened, but the idea that he may have uncaged an even more feral beast than the wolf came to mind. He heard the sound of something shuffling, moving, and after a few minutes Twilight came down in a dress that suited her. On someone else it might seem plain, but on her it actually suited her personality. She neared him, placed her hoof in his hand, and began leading him out of the library. (Café – Same time) Applejack looked at the hayfries in front of her. She hadn’t minded coming to lunch with Jack. Sure, he was a hoofful, but at least he was trying to be friendly. She bit into one of the fries and felt the hot grease as it exploded on her tongue. Normally she would just eat at home, but this was nice. She watched as Jack looked at his food and tried a little of everything. “You know, I have to say this stuff isn’t bad. It’s better than that vegetarian goulash that Mom tried to shove down my throat. The nights she fixed that I tried to make sure that I was over at a friend’s house,” he said. “What in tarnation is goulash?” she asked. “It’s noodles, in tomato sauce, with about every kind of vegetable mixed in. The problem was that mom didn’t have it cooked all of the way through so it usually tasted pretty bad. She was great at everything else, but she couldn’t cook that stuff at all. This however… This is actually pretty good,” he said. She smiled and then took another bite of her hayfries. “Y’all been doing pretty good on the farm so far. We’ve got all of the dead trees cleared, and chopped into firewood. Plus you’ve taken to clearing the snow outta the trees with ease. I think that you’ll be fine at Apple bucking,” she said. “Thanks and thanks for the room. It’s actually pretty comfortable… Say… Isn’t that David?” he asked. Applejack turned and looked. She saw Twilight, dressed in her birthday dress from Rarity, and next to her was the critter they had carried back to Ponyville. She knew he was called a human. Hu-mane, it just didn’t sound right. She kind of wondered where they came up with that name from. They sat down and ordered something. They talked for a little bit and David seemed a little embarrassed. Twilight pointed toward his pockets. She watched him reach in, look up with surprise, and pull out a small bag. “What is going on over there?” she quietly asked. Jack looked and watched the two of them. “I don’t know,” he said. Twilight looked over and noticed that they were being watched. She blushed lightly. She felt David’s hand on her hoof and turned back toward him. “Twilight, what is this?” he asked. “It’s from Shining Armor. He… David, I told him and Candace about you, not what you were, but who you were. I told them that you had a degree in literature, and since the crystal ponies are getting back into the swing of things they wanted to know if you would consult with them on teaching,” she said. He closed his eyes and tried to keep from laughing. Everyone had asked him if he planned on teaching when he finished his degree. There was a thousand other things he could have done, but in truth he did want to be a college professor. Now, the opportunity was being dropped into his lap. He smiled, and then stopped. Shining had offered this. Shining was a good enough guy, but he was all about the defense of his ponies. There had to be more to this. “Did he want anything else?” he asked. She looked at the table and slightly moved her hooves. “He… He wants you to be an on call guard. David, he saw how strong you are. Shining is wanting to protect everypony, and I know what he’s thinking,” she said. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?” he asked. She studied him for a second. “I’m serious Twilight. With me transforming is it really a good idea?” he asked. She nodded. “It is because of that reason. David, wolves are loyal. They’re amazingly loyal to their pack. The one inside of you isn’t any different. It had chance after chance to hurt me during our stay in the Crystal Empire. It never did. You never did. You even accepted Shining and Candace as well,” she said. “He wants to use me as weapon doesn’t he?” David asked. “No, no he wants to have you there to help them,” she said. “And where does this leave where we were heading?” David asked. She looked at him and gave a half smile. She should have known this question was coming. He wasn’t naïve nor was he somepony that just accepted things. “I don’t know, but I haven’t felt like this before. Oh, I’ve saw a few colts here and there that caught my eye, but this is something different,” she said. “Twilight… you’ve become one of my best friends here. I’m willing to take the next step with you, but I don’t want you to sugarcoat it,” he said. “We’ll be apart for days and maybe weeks at a time. I don’t want it to be like that, but I’m assigned over Ponyville and the surrounding areas. It’s part of what I am to rule over, and protect. David, if you take this position you would be under my brother’s command. You would be a guardspony, well guardsman, and stationed at the Crystal Empire. There would be times that we could get together, but…” she stopped when he touched her hoof. “But most of the time we would end up being apart wouldn’t we?” he asked. She nodded. “Twilight, how can you help control the other side of me if you are so far away?” he asked. “I would make an effort to be there… David, this is important. I meant to talk to you earlier about it, but… I wasn’t sure how to address it. I never thought that I would be so opposed to doing what I am supposed to do,” she said. He kissed her again. She leaned into it, and from across the café two sets of eyes watched with mouths agape. “I think we still have items to knock off of that checklist,” he said. She nodded as they enjoyed their food. They stood up and she looked at Applejack. “The barn dance still happening tonight?” she asked. “Uh huh, sure is,” she said. “We’ll see you there,” Twilight said as they left. “Okay, did you see what I just saw?” Applejack asked. “Yeah, I saw it, and I’m still not sure I believe it,” Jack replied. The night continued to move on. Twilight admired her roses, before she snacked on them, and they walked together through the softness of the night. The sights and sounds of the Apple’s barn dance delighted them both. They joined in where they could, enjoying the moments they had. David had motioned to Twilight and both watched as Jack danced with Applejack. Then they were a little more surprised when Lyra asked him to dance. Smiling they joined and they danced for a few hours and then later, they began walking home. It was late, far too late for Spike who had already went to bed. Twilight walked with David not to her own bed, but rather the one they had fixed for him in the spare room of the library. She felt him embrace her, his hands soft, determined, and paying attention to her needs. Her dress was laid by the side. She felt his hands move down her, and soon she felt an experience she didn’t believe possible. “If you don’t want to,” he said. She shook her head. “Please, I want to,” They joined together. A quiet whimper of pain escaped her lips. That sound soon was replaced by soft moans of pleasure as the night continued toward its end. Unknown to them a white mare watched the library from across the street. She broke the pen she was holding. It had come back to her after he talked. After he said her name. She had tried to distance herself from it. She had tried to forget that she had once had a daughter, and that her daughter had inherited a curse from her father, and that one night her daughter had mauled her in a fit of insanity caused by a drug her then husband had developed. She had tried to forget that once, her name had been Alex Price.