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// The curse of Wereity. 
// Story: Wereity 
// by Too Manestream 
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"Sweetie Belle," Rarity called as she walked into the empty Carousel Boutique. There was a molment of silence, just before a pale gray unicorn filly came running out from the other room to greet her sister. "I'm so sorry I was gone so long." Rarity gave Sweetie a hug with her forelegs.

Sweetie Belle started to tear up as she hugged her big sister. "I-I'm so glad you're okay. Wh-what happened last night?"

Rarity let her out of her grip and looked at her. "I honestly don't know myself, I guess I was attacked by a wolf, at least that's what Fluttershy said. But that doesn't matter anymore I-" Rarity was interupted by a loud ringing, going off in her head. She was slipping into another migrain, like she had when she first woke up at Fluttershy's place. "-Agh." She moaned, falling onto her hind legs, as she winced in pain. All she could hear was that same shreaking ring go off in her head.

The filly gasped, and attempted to help her sister up, but it was no help. "Rarity! Are you okay?" She cried, hopelessly sitting over Rarity's curled up body. "Can you hear me?" Unfortunitly, no she couldn't.

Lieing there, was the most painful experiance for Rarity. She could feel her body changing, her eyes dialated and turned a golden yellow, her teeth sharpened, claws grew out of her hooves, her ears and muzzle extended, and her coat grew longer- no she herself was getting bigger, ripping the bandages off of herself because they could no longer hold her. It was safe to say, she wasn't Rarity anymore. She looked up, her glowwing eyes focused on the young filly infront of her.

"Sis? Y-you look different." The young filly backed up, carefully, fearing the beastly pony.

The creature that was once her older sister, jumped out at Sweetie Belle and started to maul her. Sweetie Belle cried, and her eyes turned white in fear. Blood spewed out of the small body, as she teared into it with her teath. She held her down with her forelegs, but didn't really scratch her.

When all hope seemed lost for the poor filly, a creature, fairly simular to Rarity jumped onto her through a large-framed window. Shards of glass dug into her fur, but she didn't seem to care. It pinned Rarity onto the floor, obiously showing to be the stronger mare, and growled at her. Sweetie Belle watched in horror, blood leaking out of her.

"Don't hurt my sister!" Sweetie Belle yelled out. The creature turned to face her. Sweetie was able to get a good look at her, she was light gray, with a darker gray mane. Her eyes were also a glowing yellow, but this could just be because she is one of those, werewolf thing? Is that the correct term? Besides that her cutie mark was a purple music note. The creature looked back down at Rarity, and snarled.

Rarity tried to shake loose, but it was hopeless to escape, and she was already extremely weak. She gave up and fainted due to the lack of blood.





The next morning, Rarity woke up, she was her normal pony-self. She looked around at her surroundings, she was at the Carousel Boutique, where she was the night before. Blood covered the ground, and Sweetie Belle was nowere in sight. 'Oh no, what have I done.' She thought. Looking about the room some more she saw a gray pony in the corner of the room, sleeping.

"Where is Sweetie Belle? What have you done with her?!" Rarity shouted at the gray mare, which ended up waking her up. She looked around before turning to Rarity. "Where is my sister?"

"Woah, me, you're the one who mauled her last night. If it wasn't for me she'd be dead! You're lucky she was able to make it to the hospital, before she bleed out, or even worse!" She shouted right back at her.

Rarity got up and walked to a mirror. She couldn't beleave what she saw. Her teeth had a red tint in them. She had blood splattered everywhere. She looked at her hooves, and started to sob. "What have I done?" She asked herself. Rarity didn't know what was going on, it felt like one crule dream, but one way or another, it was real.