Was there a memo I didn't get?

by Galaneth


You're taking me where?!

Let's get a little elaboration on the scene that is now encompassed in the living room shall we? For the start of the morning, my mother was awoken by the rather normal sounds of barking dogs. Then following the barking was a little different yet still somewhat normal, as in certain moments I use sudden abrupt loud noises. As a means to temporarily pause the situation on similar occasions. What isn't normal about this situation would be, how she is now being greeted by a brightly colored pony with wings. To make things even more complicated is that not only is she being greeted by a pony, but a pony that has the same voice as her youngest son.

Understatement it is indeed as this is one very different start of the day for her, as she stood there by the front door, mouth hanging open. At this point, even the barking went down considerably, leaving enough silence to hear the loud sniffing coming from Mr. Tweed standing there by my mother's feet. The silence persisted for a fair amount of time, as the seconds began to feel like minutes. Even if the majority of eyes on me were from animals, it really didn't help, as being the center of attention was something I seldom enjoyed. I could feel myself shake slightly due to the residual fear left over from Jasmine's entrance.

"So uh, did you sleep well mom?" A right wordsmith I was in the attempt to break the silence.

"Shane? Is that you?" She finally spoke after a long pause.

"Yes, it's me, the same person who cried on his fifth birthday because he liked being four."

"What happened to you?" She said stepping forward to get a closer look at the equine that is her son.

"Other than stating the obvious, I don't think I could possibly come up with a good enough explanation right now." I said relaxing a little by allowing my wings to fold, as she knelt down to begin inspecting my new features.

Noting how the situation had relaxed a little more, I stopped shaking as Jasmine stuck her nose in the situation to do her own investigation. Which is fine with me, as I'd prefer nose over teeth right now. Though I swear if teeth do become involved, I'll find out just how good I might be at apple bucking. Possibly pointless threats aside, the situation itself is reasonably tame. That was until a cold nose found it's way to a place it shouldn't be.

"Hey!" I yelled while jumping a few inches off the ground, my tail reflexively tucking under my legs, and possibly scaring my mother at the same time.

A little surprised still from the cold nose, I calmed down again to let my mother resume her observation before finally beginning to speak again. Before that however, she finished and got back up with a look of thought present. It took a few moments before the silence was broken.

"I thought the stories on the news were just elaborate jokes, meant to get everyone whooped up."

Rather I admit that due to the election going on, I kind of shut myself off from the internet and such, to ignore the thing and not get irritated about the situation. So in effect, for the past week or so, I've been for all intents and purposes, shut off from the rest of the world immersed in video games. With that explained, the response I have for that statement should be more understandable.

"News stories? What news stories? What have I missed that might have warned me about suddenly being a pony?" I said a little louder then I intended to and possibly with a hint of hysteria.

"Calm down, all I heard was that since Saturday last week, there has been news reports about people called bronies turning into ponies everyday." She replied looking like she almost didn't believe what she was saying herself, but continued to explain.

"There was a press conference by a woman named Lauren Faust, who also turned into some pony, sending out a request for a group called the Elements of Harmony to make their way to New York."

Fidgeting there for a moment, I took in the information to critically examine it. Lauren Faust is now a pony calling for the mane six to make their way to New York. Is she the OC fans made for her? Is she another pony? Those questions are probably gonna be answered later, but now another one is present. There are not only other people turning into ponies, but there are high chances that each of the main six are present in this world. If they are heading to New York now, I wonder how their progress goes?

Light of the current questions took a backseat when the ailments I felt while waking up earlier, made themselves more noticeable. Few moments later I was having a coughing fit, courtesy of my scratchy throat. It's funny what you don't notice under the influence of an adrenaline induced existence crisis.

"Great, you're getting sick as well?" My mother asked a little exasperated.

"Yeah.... It started last night before I went to sleep, and when I woke up, I felt achy with a scratchy throat."

"I'm getting the thermometer." She said plainly before walking to the back of the house to retrieve the object in question.

At this point in time, I think I should let it be known that I'm somewhat grateful the thermometer is an ear one. So as I now waited there sitting back on my haunches, a familiar face had appeared in front of me with a waging tail.

"Hello Spike, I see you got over being a coward and decided to join us." I said putting a hoof on the beagle's head.

Respectively, this beagle is rather different from other ones, instead of being like most who love everyone they come across. This one gets paranoid around new people and keeps his distance, only to get up in your face if he's around you long enough. I wonder if it's the sound of my voice that made that process quicker? Another thing that was brought to my attention was yet again, that sound of heavy sniffing. I could see Mr. Tweed still standing there taking in the air, while the gears turn behind those eyes to make sense of this new creature in his home.

Elsewhere my mother found the thermometer, and is now turning it on while putting the disposable plastic over the sensor, as she reentered the living room. A few moments later, I had an uncomfortably cold plastic covered thing stuck in my ear. It was absurdly hard to resist the notion of jerking my head away, as my ears attempted to flatten against my head wishing the prodding never happened. Still, the temperature was taken I could see my mother visibly frown upon seeing the reading.

"If you're still anywhere near human, then you have a fever of 102.3 degrees Fahrenheit." She said after what appeared to be a long moment of thought.

"Well... That's great news to hear, any idea on what we should do then?"

"You need to go to the doctor, but I don't think we can go to a normal one, So I'm taking you to the vet instead." She said with finality.

".....What?"