Night of the Werepony

by Scootaloo-009

Night of the Werepony

"Lyra, stop sitting like that!" the cream colored pony with mint green flanks snapped, her curly blue and pink mane swaying softly in the breeze.

Beside her was a mint green unicorn, lying on her back on the bench like she always did. Her mane was similar to her body but featured a white stripe. Her flanks had been dyed cream to match her friend.

The practice of dyeing your flanks to match the colors of your friends was still a big trend in Ponyville, and showed no signs of going out of fashion.

"But, Bon-Bon, this is how humans sit!" Lyra protested.

"There's no such thing as humans!" Bon-Bon shouted.

"There's evidence all around us! I want to believe!"

"It's just silly," Bon-Bon said.

"Hey, so, Pinkie's throwing a party tonight," Lyra said, changing the subject. "Are you going?"

"You know I always have plans Friday night," Bon-Bon replied.

"Oh yeah. What is it you always do again?" Lyra asked.

"... See my family," Bon-Bon replied. "Speaking of which, I should get going, they'll be expecting me," she said, noting the sun's low position in the sky.

"Okay, see you tomorrow," Lyra called as her roommate trotted off. Something wrong. She's lying. Last week she had a regular doctor's visit. Just what is she hiding?

Quietly Lyra followed her friend through the wide streets of Ponyville. It was hard, trying to remain unnoticed by Bon-Bon and at the same time, not seem suspicious to the other ponies still occupying the streets in the dim twilight. Diligently she continued, even as the earth pony took a sudden turn and started heading for-

"The Everfree Forest?" Lyra whispered to herself. A pony would have to be very brave to venture into the wild untamed woodlands, but that was where Bon-Bon was going, and that's where she would go too.

As hard as it had been following Bon-Bon through town had been, the forest was even harder. Twigs and dry leaves constantly threatened to give away Lyra's presence. She used her magic to muffle her hoofsteps, but she wasn't a mage, so the result was far less then perfect, and she couldn't keep it up for long.

Luckily, she didn't need to. Bon-Bon had stopped in the middle of a glen, and had laid down on the dirt as the sun set. Silently, Lyra hid behind a rotting log, and poked her head out to watch.

As the last rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon, and the moon started to rise, a change came over her earth pony friend. The cream colored pony began convulsing on the ground, her body twitching erratically. Only her shock kept Lyra planted to the spot.

Bon-Bon's body began emitting horrific cracking noises as it seemed to be changing shape. Her hooves cracked apart, and split into five pieces. Her tail retreated into her back, and her mane pulled itself up to the top of her head. Her ears moved down her head and became rounded. Her muzzle flattened out against her face.

Bon-Bon pounded the ground in pain as her body grew in size about half again its regular size. She groaned as her leg joints reoriented themselves, and her neck shorted to almost nothing. Her cutie mark was still there, oddly enough, but the green dye was gone.

As the transformation slowed, Bon-Bon curled up, holding her rear legs with her front legs, and began crying loudly. The final change happened as her split hooves became soft and pale like her skin. Finally, the not-a-pony-anymore lay there in the dirt, weeping.

It was too much. Lyra got up and walked over.

"Bon-Bon?" Lyra said quietly. Bon-Bon snapped to attention. In a fright, she got up on all fours and tried running away, but stumbled over some roots, and fell.

"Go away!" she cried.

"Bon-Bon, why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm a freak! I don't want anypony to know!"

"Bon-Bon," Lyra said softly, lying beside her crying friend. "Why didn't you tell me you were a human? You know how much I've wanted to meet one."

"I'm not!" Bon-Bon cried. "I just turn into this... thing... every week. I can't stop it. So every week I come out here so nopony sees me."

"Bon-Bon, it's okay. I won't tell anypony you're a werepony," Lyra said.

"You promise?" Bon-Bon asked, wiping her face with a hand awkwardly. She more sort of thrust it against her face and dragged it about, trying to use it like a hoof.

"I promise," Lyra said, smiling. "Now why don't you tell me all about being a human?"

"I didn't even realize what I was until I met you," Bon-Bon said. She picked herself up, and sat down like Lyra usually did, supporting her upper body with her forelegs. "I don't get why you think this is so great. It's awful. Nothing works right."

"Do your parents know?"

"I don't think they did."

"So, have you always been this way?"

"It happened when I was a little foal, before I got my cutie mark," Bon-Bon began. "I was playing outside one night. It was after dark, and my parents had told me not to be out that late, but I didn't listen. I thought my special talent might be exploring, so I had snuck out of my room and I was walking around this forest. I heard a noise... next thing I know..." She began bawling.

"Shhhh it's okay, I'm here," Lyra said, putting a leg around her friend. "It can't get you while I'm here."

"This thing... a human... a werepony I guess. It came out of nowhere and jumped me."

"Was it big like you are?"

"I don't think so. It was only a little bigger then me back then. It grabbed me, and...."

"Bit you?"

Bon-Bon shook her head. Her intermittent sobs got louder.

"If you don't want to talk about it, you can just skip that part."

"Thanks. After it did... that... it left. I never saw it again. One week later, I woke up in the middle of the night like... this..."

"That's... strange," Lyra said.

"I just wish I could stop it. I hate this!" Bon-Bon cried, pounding the dirt with a fist.

"But you have hands! Think of all the cool stuff you could do with them!"

"I like my hooves, thanks."

"Look, don't keep coming out here," Lyra said. "It's not safe. Just stay home. I'll cover for you."

"I guess it's easier to keep a secret if one pony knows," Bon-Bon admitted.

"And tomorrow, I'm going to talk to look for a cure for you."

"What? NO! What if somepony finds out? Please, it's fine the way it is!" Bon-Bon cried.

"Bon-Bon, you were crying! It is not fine the way it is! I'll tell them it's my sister or something if they ask! I'm just going to look up wereponies in books and see what I can find."

"If they find out, I'll never forgive you," Bon-Bon said.

"They won't," Lyra replied. She laid down beside her friend. "I'll stay with you until morning, then we can head back to the apartment together."

"Hi, Twilight," Lyra greeted, entering the library.

"Hello, Lyra. Can I help you find anything?"

"Oh, my sister wants me to find her some books on wereponies," Lyra lied.

"Fiction is over there," Twilight said, pointing.

"What about any nonfiction books?" Lyra asked nervously.

"Lyra, if somepony you know is a werepony, you should just say it," Twilight said.

"What makes you think that?"

"Please. The amount of crazy stuff that happens around here on a near daily basis? I've learned to just roll with it."

"Okay, yes somepony is a werepony, but I can't give you a name," Lyra said.

"Lyra, if somepony is turning into a wolf, they're dangerous! Wolves are carnivores!"

"Who said anything about wolves? I said werepony, not wolfpony."

"Aren't they the same thing?"

Lyra rolled her eyes. "No, were means man, as in human, not wolf. Didn't you learn anything in school?"

Twilight glared. "Human? Really?"

"So, do you have anything?" Lyra asked, ignoring the look.

"I assume you're here looking for a cure?"

"Yes."

"Are the symptoms the same as wolfponies?"

"They change on Friday nights, not under a full moon," Lyra replied.

"Okay, so the two diseases should be comparable. There are three cures I know of, though I'm only familiar with, ahem, 'wolfpony' cures."

"I'm sure the cure for wereponism should be similar."

"The first is wolfsbane, but you have to eat it before you transform the first time."

"That's out; I'm not even sure what the human equivalent would be, and it's far too late anyway."

"The second is for the infected to attempt to infect the one who infected them."

"I don't think we can find the first werepony."

"The third isn't really a cure. There's a spell that allows the affliction to be transferred to another. I think I have the right book lying around."

"So if I brought my, uh, sister here, you could make somepony else a werepony?"

"Well, yes. It was originally introduced centuries ago during a big were- I mean wolfpony population explosion. The new hosts were usually elderly or the dying so they wouldn't be a threat to everypony else. It wasn't a good time in Equestria history."

"Can it be done at any time?"

"They have to be contagious for it to work, so they would have to be in their other form."

"Then, if I came back here with my sister, and somepony to take the curse, you could do it?"

"And by somepony to take the curse, I assume you mean yourself."

"Maybe."

"Yes, I can," Twilight said, confidently.

"Then I'll see you Friday."

"Bon-Bon? Are you home?" Lyra called as she entered their shared apartment.

"Yes," Bon-Bon replied from the living room. Lyra trotted over, smiling broadly, and sat down on the sofa next to her friend in her usual manner. "Do you have to sit like that?"

"Yes. It feels natural," Lyra replied. And soon it will be.

"So, what has you all smiles today? Did somepony give you a hundred bit tip for your playing?"

"I found you a cure!" Lyra announced.

"What?" Bon-Bon cried, her ears drooping.

"All we have to do is be at Twilight's Friday, and that's it," Lyra explained. "And don't worry, she doesn't know it's you."

"She really had a cure? Just like that? I thought it would be a lot harder."

"She did say it was a wolfpony cure, but it's close enough to wereponism to work."

"I should have told you sooner. I could have been free of this curse a long time ago."

"Me too!"

"Do we need to bring anything? Potion ingredients? A charm?"

"No, she said she just needs to look up the right spell to transfer the curse," Lyra replied.

"Transfer? I thought you said cure!" Bon-Bon shouted.

"Calm down," Lyra said, "After next Friday, you'll never turn into a human again. I promise."

"But what do you mean by transfer?"

Lyra's smile got even wider. "That's the best part! She can make me a werepony instead of you!"

"What? You can't be serious!"

"I am!"

"Why- never mind, I can get why you would enjoy this."

"It was either this or tracking down the pony that did this to you, and doing whatever they did to you, back."

"So, Friday?" Bon-Bon asked.

"Yup."

"Twilight, we're here!" Lyra announced as she and Bon-Bon entered the library. It was nearly dusk now, and Bon-Bon was eager to get inside.

"Right on schedule!" Twilight replied, entering the main room. "So, your sister, huh?"

"Can we go someplace nopony will see?" Bon-Bon asked nervously, hiding herself in the brown cloak she was wearing.

"Right this way," Twilight said. She led the pair through a door, and down some steps into the basement. "I've sent Spike off on a mindless errand so he won't come barging in here."

"Good," Bon-Bon said, removing her cloak.

"Sunset in a few minutes," Twilight announced, looking at a clock.

"So, after she changes, then what?" Lyra asked.

"She's going to have to go through the motions of infecting you, while I apply the spell. Instead of spreading the disease, the magic will force it out of her and into you."

"Infect... oh no, no, no!" Bon-Bon cried, shaking her head furiously.

"So, how does she do it?" Lyra asked, ignoring the outburst.

"The safest method is through saliva."

"So she spits in a cup?" Lyra asked.

"Well, with wereponies, they usually bite."

"Wolfponies," Lyra corrected.

"I can't bite her!" Bon-Bon whimpered.

"She really can't," Lyra agreed. "Human teeth aren't meant for biting. She couldn't even if she wanted to."

"That's okay, we can just make an incision and she can put her mouth over it," Twilight suggested.

"I faint at the sight of blood," Bon-Bon stated.

"We can just go with my original plan. Kiss," Twilight said, like it was nothing.

"Er, what?" Bon-Bon asked.

"You know, make out," Twilight replied, confused. "Sorry, aren't you two a couple?"

"Ugh, this again," Lyra groaned.

"We're just friends, and roommates, Twilight," Bon-Bon said. "I don't go around assuming you're in here molesting Spike just because you live together."

"That's... I see your point," Twilight said awkwardly.

"So, is that what happened? The human kissed you?" Lyra asked.

Bon-Bon shook her head. "He... he brushed my mane."

"That's it?" Twilight asked.

Bon-Bon nodded. "And it's sunset," she groaned. She fell to the floor as the transformation began. Twilight watched with a mix of fascination and horror. The changes were familiar to Lyra now. The hoof splitting, the tail vanishing, everything. She was surprised to see Bon-Bon's skin become slightly redder, but it had been dark before, so she probably hadn't noticed. The friendship flank dye was gone as well.

"So... that's a human?" Twilight asked, watching Bon-Bon panting on the floor.

"Yup," Lyra replied. "Note they are bipedal, and have hands! I've always wanted hands!"

"Can... can we just get this over with?" human Bon-Bon asked.

"I'm ready with the spell," Twilight announced, her horn glowing its familiar magenta.

"So she just brushes my mane?" Lyra asked.

"I guess. If that's what happened, then we do it. Here," Twilight said. There was a flash and a hair brush appeared. She levitated it over to Bon-Bon who awkwardly held it with both hands.

"Have at it," Lyra said. She sat before her friend, and lowered her head. Bon-Bon nervously held the brush in one hand and began slowly running it through Lyra's mane. Twilight began the spell, and the two began glowing with magic.

As she brushed, Bon-Bon became more confident in her strokes, actually brushing the hair, not just running the brush through it.

"Brushie, brushie, brushie," Bon-Bon said, before her face turned bright red.

All at once there was a reaction. Her body shrank, her limbs bent to new angles, and her hooves joined together into a single hoof again. The brush slipped from her hoof and she looked herself over in surprise.

"It worked!" she declared.

"Hey, why am I still a pony?" Lyra complained.

"Your body will need a while to adjust. You should change next week," Twilight explained.

"My hooves! I have my hooves!" Bon-Bon cheered. She hugged Lyra, almost choking her with the strength of the embrace. "Thank you so much Lyra! I can have a life now!"

"And I can have hands now!" Lyra cheered.

"And thank you, Twilight."

"Always glad to help!" Twilight said, smiling.

"Lyra, it's nearly midnight! Go to sleep!" Bon-Bon shouted, covering her head with her pillow.

"Sorry, I just love playing so much!" Lyra said, holding her lyre with one hand and plucking the strings with the other.

"Well I'm glad you're happy, but I want to get some sleep on a Friday for a change."

"Okay, okay," Lyra agreed, putting the lyre down. "I still need to figure out how to have my concerts be on Friday nights."

"And how to not freak out the audience."

"If they can't handle it, that's their problem,” Lyra said, running a hand through her bright green hair.

"You know, for once, everything worked out perfectly for everypony," Bon-Bon said.

"Yeah. I just wish I could be like this all the time," Lyra said wistfully.

"One pony's curse certainly is another's blessing."

Hey, if you liked this story, you should check out some of my other work.

My other story, The Seven Tribes.

My other, other story, Samurai Applejack. It's rated M for gore so it may not be for everyone.

Finally, my tumblr if you’re into that sort of thing. It’s a MLP - Cyborg 009 crossover.