//------------------------------// // A very interesting afternoon // Story: Pony bound // by Shortcourt //------------------------------// I am sitting on the toilet seat with a towel wrapped around my body, still wet from the shower accident. After a hectic encounter with the shower, Katie agreed to wash me up. Funny how all I had to do was experience pain for her to agree. Honestly, it seems I can’t catch a break. Every other minute shit hits the fan, and I’m unfortunately in front of the fan. I always believed the world worked in natural order, not cosmetic order. After today though, my perspective will change. Heh, I’m such a hypocrite. When I was younger, Katie always came to me and  complained that the world likes screwing her. Being the skeptical big bother, I reassured her that what happens to her in a result of her actions. But, what happened with Dante and the shower was the result of my complacency. However, me turning into a pony makes me dubious about ‘mother nature’.  Were other people turned into ponies or is God kicking my ass on purpose? I rubbed my head, realizing Katie took the bandage off. I sighed and turned to Katie, who was filling a bowl full of water. I assumed it was for washing me up. Katie heard the sound I made and turned around. with a small grin on her face. “I’m getting the water ready for you, crybaby!” she says with joviality in her voice. Twitch. Cry baby huh? Lets see how she would like it if she got screwed every second. What I like about Katie is how blithe she is. Sure, her joyfulness can be vexing sometimes, but I’m glad she is a kindred spirit. I mean, she was very emo when she was young, but ever since she saw a guidance counselor, she has been walking with a rainbow on her head. I can’t say the same for Dante, however. Maybe Dante’s cynical behavior is the result of him hanging out with gangsters. He was a nice brother when I was young, always had benign intentions, but ever since he talked to Todd, he became a boorish brute. You have to be careful who you let influence you. I rolled my eyes at her referencing what happened a few minutes ago. Katie saw my gesture and giggled.  She then places the bowl of water on the sink and approaches me. She takes my towel off   picks me up in a way you would pick at cat up. Bemusement graced my face for second, but then I realized she was ready to wash me up correctly. Considering what happened to me with the shower, you can say I've been “washed up”. Katie places me next to the bowl. I was so small that I can fit on the counter top of the sink easily. While I’m on the sink, I turn to the mirror on top to the sink. The first thing I see is my reflection. What the fuck? I was about to say that, but then my I was quickly reminded that I turned into a mare.... I stare at the sight in front of my eyes, realizing this is my first time since my ‘lucid dream’ since I saw my new pony body. What I see is the same yellow earth  pony I saw earlier. Oh great, I’m not only a mare now, but I’m also an earth pony. Atleast make me a pegasus; I would like to fly around the country. Giving my attention back to the reflection, I notice some details about the pony that I didn’t identify in my ‘dream’. The pony’s eyes were real big and scintillating, but that would probably be due to the fact that I was crying a few minutes ago, and the pony’s mane was wasn’t only golden, but it had orange-lights, too. The biggest thing I notice was the condition of the pony’s mane. It was fuzzy and disheveled, sticking up in a way Twilight's hair would stick up when she gets her fur in a twist. The pony in the mirror had a sad expression on her face. ‘Is this really me?’ I thought. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see Shawn, no, I see a pony who’s been through psychological rape. ‘I just had a tough morning. Do I always look this pathetic?’ I asked myself. I frowned. ‘Okay, I Need to stop acting emo. Get your shit together, Shawn. You can’t keep being an emotional train wreck. Let people in, stop aggrieving them, and fix your goddamn mane. You look like shit.’ Where did the last part come from? After taking a final look in the mirror, I agree with my thoughts. I don’t look presentable at all. When it’s time for me to go outside, people will perceive me as a bum. Then again, why should I care about misconceptions? I don’t really care what strangers think about me. How about Jessica? What will she do when she sees her boyfriend as a hobo looking pony? “Hmm..” I hummed out loud. Maybe Katie can brush my mane? Taking another glance at the mirror, a disturbing reality becomes translucent to me. I’m naked. That ‘part’ of me is susceptible if I move my tail. And Katie saw it too,  I shivered. Okay, okay, stop being insecure, Shawn. Ponies are always naked, no dirt on your shoulders for being normal. What would people say if they see a pony walking down the block with clothes?  Matter of fact, fuck what they say. I feel uncomfortable like this. Maybe I can get a shirt? After I finished studying my reflection, I turned to see Katie with her arms crossed. Looks like she is peeved by me looking at my reflection. “Hurry up Shawn, I can’t baby you all day.” she hisses. My eyebrows contract and then I blushed. “Sorry, just was eager to see how I looked.” I said Katie smiled and said “I understand. Girls are very anxious about their looks, you feel me?” I frowned. Sometimes Katie says the wrong things in the wrong times. “No, I don’t feel you because I’m still a guy. I just wanted to see what kinda pony we’re dealing with.” I stated. “Sureeeeeeee....” the blond girl says in a teasing way. Fuck you! Katie then takes shampoo and squeezes a galore amount on my body. She rubs it all over me.  It smells like flowers. Oh shit! She is putting girly shampoo on me! This wasn't apart of the deal! Reacting negatively, I jumped off the counter and landed on my hooves successfully. Alright! I thought I was gonna fall- crap! While I was talking to myself in my thoughts, Katie took advantage of the situation as I felt her grab my tail and lifted me up with one hand. I was hanging down, wiggling my body back and forth uncontrollably trying to secede from her grip.. Wait a second, while I’m in this position, isn't my you-know-what  exposed? “Let go off me!” I shrieked. “No problem!” Katie says in an expectant tone. To my surprised, she actually dropped me. Not on the floor though. That’s right, Katie dropped me in the bowl of water. *SPLASH* All I see is water, until I poped my head up to earth level again. With my body in the water, my head out, all I can see is my mane. Damn you long hair. Before I can remove the locks of mane from my face, Katie assaults me with a wash cloth, scrubbing my body up and down rapidly. Not braced for what Katie did, I fell back into the water where another large splash developed. This time however, Katie was affected by the flying water, when it splashed on her face. Serves you right. Looks like ‘piss’ hits the fan too, haha! Katie moves a wet portion of hair from her face and frowns. “You wanna play dirty? Lets play dirty!” she says while giving an evil laugh. Fuck, this can’t be good. Katie then takes the same shampoo bottle  and squeezes the air out of it on top of my head.  I try to move from the bowl, but my mane is a hindrance at the moment. Katie then lifts me up and drops me in the water, AGAIN! A big splash of water echoed on her. All she did was laugh at her antics while my belly is lying at the bottom of the bowl. I’m going to kill her!  I understand Katie is having fun, but I don’t appreciate her toying with my body till the point where there is no water left in the bowl.. Katie then picks me up and rubs me with a dry towel.  I feel very damp, and I smell like I’ve been raped by roses. I’m definitely getting this smell of me. Finally being able to see, I glare at Katie and  growl “You’re bucking insane!” Katie gives me sadistic smile and says “I know.” “Brain?” “Bro?” “Remind me to buck Katie in her boobs, okay? “Woah, don’t you think that’s too vicious for just alittle joke?” “No, I don’t, and I didn’t ask for you input.” “Okay Okay! Gee, you’re being a real bitch about this, man. You’re on your period, bro. “Keep talking and I’ll jump into another mirror” After talking to my brain, I turn my attention back to my mischievous sister, who is drying me off with a towel. I was fine with her drying me, until the towel reached a certain part.   I knocked her hand away from me and frowned. She gives me a look that says “You good?” Gazing at me confused, Katie finally speaks up. “What?” Twitch. ‘What?’. Goddammit, how can she be so oblivious? I sighed. “Nothing Katie, lets just get out the bathroom. I’ll air dry the rest of my body. Katie shrugs. “Honestly Shawn, you were already a creep when you were a human, but now you’re even more difficult to figure out.” I rolled my eyes at her insult. Truth be told, I did have some odd quirks as a human, but everyone does, right? I don’t know why I have to be classified as a creep.   Katie chuckles and then lifts me up holding me over her shoulder with one hand. Shit, I’m pretty high in the air. With me on top of her, Katie walks out of the bathroom door and we return to the corridor. Katie turns the light on to make things brighter. Now that I can finally see my surroundings, I can see 3 doors that go down the hall. One door is Mom and Dad’s obviously,  the second is Katie’s, and the third is me and Dante’s room.   Wondering why me and Dante weren't sleeping in the same room when I woke up? Simple. We had a bet where the loser had to sleep on the living room’s couch for the whole year. I won the bet and it’s going into the second month. Too bad I have to enjoy the final month as a pony. Anyways, want to know what the bet was? It was to see if I could watch Paranormal Activity by myself, locked in a room. It wasn't as bad as I thought. I only wetted myself 1 time. Dante underestimated my mental strength and paid the price, ha! But, ignore me crying because I got hit by hot water, okay? When Katie reaches the door, something pops up in my head. “Hey Katie,” I start, “Where is Mom and Dad?” Katie just shakes her head. Uh oh, this can’t be pretty. “They went on another drinking binge last night. “ She deadpans while opening her door and closing it from behind. I raise one of my eyebrows, desiring to know how she knows about what they did last night. “How do you know?” I question skeptically. How does she know. How doesn't everybody know? It’s obvious since my parents are drunks. Damn me for being stupid. Katie places me on her bed and smiles. “Mom called me earlier today. They’re with friends at the moment because of Dad’s hangover. We can’t allow him to drive like that now can we?” I sighed. “I guess not. I was hoping they would've been here this morning so I won’t have to be so anxious about their reactions. I could’ve gotten it out the way, but now I’m curious. The blond hair girl chuckles. “You’re always worrying about stuff, Shawn. You’re just like a reflection of the younger me, except you’re a pony.” “Har har har.” I give a fake laugh. I admit, I’m am quite eager to see how my parents will react. Will they freak out of will they ostracize me because I’m not a human anymore? Will they still refer to me as their “son” or child? Knowing my parents, they are pretty accepting of eccentricity. To an extent though.  Stop beating yourself up, Shawn. Judgement will come when judgement will come, dummy. Now that Katie answered my question, I take time to study my surroundings. I see a blue room with Metallica posters covered all over the walls. Old Metallica to be exact. Yes, Katie was a metalhead. I’m the one that got her into certain sub genres of metal. She mainly likes thrash and alternative, while I like all the subgenres of metal, excluding core. I see a desktop next to the window and a 20 inch flat screen tv in front of the bed. The tv was laying on a dresser of course. The room was pretty simple, having all the necessary components a room has. While I’m looking around, I smell something... fruity. I sniffed myself and frowned. I forgot Katie took a fruity dump  on me earlier today. “Katie.... why did you use feminine shampoo on me?” I asked with an annoyed look on my face Katie, focusing on her dresser, calmly says “Because that was the only shampoo I could find.” “Why didn't you just wash me with soap?” I pouted Katie gives a jeering laugh. Creepy “You honestly expect me to wash you with a bar of soap? Bro, you funny!” she said, mimicking my tone when I’m laughing at something ridiculous. I rolled my eyes. Yes, I did. I also expected you to wipe my butt, too. “ Couldn't you just let the water wash me?” “No, you smelled like something I can’t identify. You needed something strong to fight that scent off. Look, you should be thanking me instead of bitching about how you smell. Besides, you’re a mare now anyways. You don’t have to act different, but you have to adjust to certain things. Did you even use the bathroom yet?” Katie asks while finally finishing her lecture. I blushed after the last comment. Maybe Katie is right, I didn’t even thank her for washing me. No,  I still hate this feminine scent and I’m going to get rid of it soon. “Sorry Katie.” I mutter while putting my head down. Now I know why Katie said I reminded her of her younger self. Damn this new voice! Katie takes a brush out of her draw and turns around approaching me with it. I didn’t even ask her yet. Is she psychic? “It’s good. Now that you are more accepting, I guess you will let me do your mane! It needs a fixing.” she says in a giddy tone.   “Hold on, girlie,” I say while putting my hooves up, gesturing for her to give me some personal space. “You can fix it, but no ponytails, no braids, no bangs, no pigtails, no frilly junk! Oh great, now I can’t say ‘shit?’ Katie nodded. “Good.”   I close my eyes and sighed. Lets get this over with …................................................................................................. Dante’s point of view A/N: Heads up, Donte’s part contains alot of swearing. I sit on my living couch chilling by playing Cod: black ops 2 on my ps3. I am trying to clear my mind of what happened earlier, so I said, how about I dick around with some games? “Take this, motherfucker!” I scream at the t.v You know those annoying call of duty kids who always rage and curse on the mic when they are losing? Yeah, I’m one of them. Fuck you if you want to judge. I know there is a ‘cod kid’ in all of us. If you deny it, you’re a fucking liar. While I’m mashing buttons randomly, trying to kill the assclown in front of me, my controller drops. “Fuck” My character stays idle, giving the son of a bitch a chance to take advantage. He shoots me and I die. “FUCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” I scream with rage galore. “Okay Dante, get your shit together, we just need one more kill and we win.” I say to myself I respawn and the first thing that my characters sees is an enemy. Goddammit The spawn-trapping noob shoots me and I die. “FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUU- Calm down Dante, there is no way they’re gonna get 4 straight kills.” I say trying to relax my self. “Hey douchebag, stop getting killed. Are you retarded or what?” some asshole on my team shouts through the headset. “Shut the fuck up. I know what I’m doing!” I reply to the jerk, muting him in the process. I press the x button and the same motherfucker shoots me. “Fuck.” I press the x button again. “Fuck!” I press it again. “Goddamn motherfucker!” I’m so angry I can throw the controller inside my tv. “Calm down, Dante. Just don’t respawn.” I sit back and relax, until I realize there is a time limit on how long you can wait to respwan. *Bang* The enemy team has won Twitch I ripped  my bluetooth out of my ear and threw it on the ground. I then ripped the wires out of my ps3 and picked my ps3 up in the process. “I. DON’T. GIVE A FUCK!” I slammed my playstation on the floor, hoping it would break. “Get the fuck out of my face!” I kick the ps3 into the corner. I punch a wall, trying to catch my breath after all the shouting. It’s all that goddamn mule’s fault! Yeah, I am still evidently upset at what occurred earlier.  My brother, or should I say sister, kicked me in my stones so hard that I debased into tears. And what’s worse is my real sister, Katie, helped him- er her. Whatever. Katie wants  to take that freaks side, right? I swear, I will get them back! But I can’t get them back physically, Dad will kick my ass. Hmm, does Shawn still go out with that no-named chick? Suddenly, a twisted, sick, assholeish idea comes in my mind. I run upstairs into my room. Yes, it’s my room because I’m kicking the pony fucker out tonight. Bet or no bet. I open the door and see the two heifers are done having “girl talk”. “Good, good.” I say menacingly . I walk up to the dresser next to my bed. I see an Iphone 4. This must be Shawn’s phone I pick it up and turn it on, expecting a prompt popping up saying “enter your password”. Surprisingly, the phone wasn’t password protected. “Bingo, muhahaha!” I give my best villain laugh. I sound like Ray man. I unlock the phone and began writing a text message to Jessica, who I assume is Shawn’s girlfriend. This will teach you to not fuck with me, ever! ….............................................. Shawn’s point of view While Katie was brushing my mane, we were watching t.v. Apparently, we missed the new episode of mlp, so we were watching mtv2 instead. Surprisingly, they were having a Beavis and Butthead marathon. That show makes me laugh for some reason. “Hey Katie!” I say a little too loud. “Hmm?” she asks, still concentration on fixing all of those naps out my mane. Damn, was it that bad? I chuckled alittle, giddy by what I’m about to ask her. “Do you have hair in your derriere ?” I giggled. See what tv shows do to influence your thoughts? Katie just smirks. “Yes I do. Matter of fact, thanks for reminding me Shawn. I forgot to wash some of it off my hands.” “Ew, that’s nasty Katie!” I give her a disgusted look. “You asked me something gross, I reply with something gross. Now shut up so I can finish,” I rolled my eyes and sat back.  Turning the tables on me, huh? Sharp and clever “Alright, you’re good.” Katie said alluding to her finishing. After Katie finally finished brushing my mane,  she gave me a small mirror so I can see my reflection. “Well, do you like it or what?” Katie squeaks, eager to hear my answer. “Uh.” I stuttered, not knowing how to respond. I study my new reflection, and I have to admit, I don’t look like I had an abusive past anymore. With my mane fixed up and tidy, I look like a regular pony. There is no more hair sticking up, no more more hair in my face, and it flows down my back nicely. I got to admit, I need to get use to the long hair. While I was a human, I had a buzz cut. Don’t you know how awkward it is to feel hair rubbing against your neck? “Uh, thanks Katie,” I say slowly, still mesmerized by my reflection. “You did a great job.” Katie grins. “Of course I did. Now, you owe me 20 bucks.” I flinch so hard I fall out of the bed. BAM “Ugh, I hope you’re joking.” I say while rubbing my head, which already went through hell. Katie shakes her head. “Nope, I babied you all morning and now I’m hungry. Since Mom and Dad isn't here, I’m gonna go to Burger King. I sighed. She did take care of me. Maybe I could show her some gratitude by giving her my money. I got back up on all fours and nodded. “Alright Katie, let me just-” I froze in mid-sentence. Katie eyes dropped, trying to comprehend my suspension while I was talking “What? I sighed. “Let me come with you.” Katie just dead panned at me. “Why?’ she implored. “I’m not comfortable being alone with him.” I mumble incoherently. Katie frowns at my ‘cave-man’ talk. “Speak up.” “I’M NOT STAYING IN THE HOUSE WITH DANTE BY MYSELF, OKAY!” I shout with venom in my tone.  Truthfully,that is not the only reason. Sure, I’m still worried about Dante conniving on how to get revenge against me, but I also have been deprived of food for awhile. My stomach is growling and basically telling me “feed me, bitch!” Katie steps back, being cautious. “Okay? You didn’t have to scream” she blinks, surprised at my choleric outburst. “I know. I’m sorry Katie, lets just go into my room. “Don’t feel bad.” she reassures tenderly. “No, it’s fine,” I start carefully. “Lets just go. You told me to stop being awkward, I’m trying. It’s just that, forget it. Happy thoughts right? Hay, I’ll give you 30 dollars.”  I say languidly. Hay? I can’t even say hell? That’s some bullshit, man. Katie shrugged. “Okay.”   Goddammit, I snapped at her like.. what, 20 times today? At this rate, she is gonna get tired of me. Dammit dammit dammit! We walked out the room and entered the room next to it. We’re back to the room where my transformation occurred. I remember it like it was a few seconds ago. I see the broken glass is still on the floor. Lazy bastards forgot to clean that, huh? Everything is the same, but I just can’t put my hand- er- hoof on it. It feels like someone has been in this room recently. I mean, the door wasn't closed as tight as it was when me and Katie vacated from it. Let it go, bro. You’re just gonna fuck your mane up worrying about who was in your room. You’re becoming more female every second. Your worrying is testament to that Goddammit brain, stop popping up like that out of nowhere. I will when you stop spazzing out about unimportant shit. You’re right, brain. Aren’t I always- Don’t get too cocky, kid. My bad. “Soooo.... where’s the money?” Katie asks casually. “Oh! It’s inside the first drawer.” I say trying to veil my trance. Katie nodded. While Katie is rummaging through my draws, I’m busy having  introspective conflict. Oh shit, I’m going to go outside like this! It’s going to be very weird, getting alot of glares outside. People are gonna be like ‘what is that thing’. Also, what if someone is racist against ponies? What if someone tries to attack me? What if I walk into burger king and all eyes are fixed on me? I might have dick and say that ‘I don’t give a fuck what you think about me’ but what about if i’s multiple people? I’m sure no one is braced to see a colorful equine walk in a fast food joint/. A burger joint to be exact!  After berating myself, another thought comes up in my mind. Oh shit, that reminds me, ponies aren't carnivores! Won’t it look weird for me to eat meat? Hell, I don’t even think my body can handle meat! Fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna miss hot dogs, burgers, steak.... I sniff, feeling tears coming out. Damn, am I really gonna cry about not being able to eat meat anymore? I’m such a pussy. There is plenty of alternatives to choose from. But they all fall short compared to meat Shut up, brain! I’m trying to think- Bro, you okay? Feeling like I’m about to bawl, I use an old tactic that my grandfather taught me to use when I’m about to cry. “tears are for CHUMPS!” I scream with all my vocal ability. That really appeased me. Katie turns around, giving me a puzzled look. “You good?” “Yes! Never better, hehe” I responded giving a merrily giggle. Oh hell no, I need to stop laughing. Apparently, my awesome manly laugh translates into girly laughter with this new voice! I stand slack-jawed at what just transpired. Katie looks at me dumbfounded. “Okay, ready to go?” “Yes, lets get outta this hellhole.” I respond with alacrity. Hmm weird. I couldn’t say hell earlier, but now I can? Maybe because I’m using it to refer to a place instead of using it as profanity? Hell is not even considered profanity, so I’ll just say a “strong expression.” Katie nods and begins to walk out the door.  I follow her and we are we are in the corridor again. This time, however, we reach a new part. Pony’s worst enemy. “Stairs....” A/N: I was gonna stop here, but this is an extended chapter, so continue reading! Katie gives me a brooding look. “What’s got your panties in a twist this time?” she sneers. I rolled my eyes at her insult. That sounded like something Dante would say. Katie gives a wealthy laugh. “I’m just joking, now what’s nagging you?” I put my head down and close my eyes, bracing myself. “ I've seen those fanfics where bronies turn into ponies and fall down the stairs. Never thought I would be in the situation.” I say while give a weak smile. “So, you want me to carry you downstairs?” Katie asks. I frowned. “No. It’s just, forget it, lets go” I responded with scorn. I move in the way I became accustomed to, until I reached the staircase. Alright Shawn, you can do this. I inhaled and exhaled, bracing myself for another adventure. I keep my eyes fixated on the stairs. I move my right foreleg forward, and then I move my left hind leg forward.  So far so good Feeling elated at my progress, I continue moving, until I hear Katie call my name. “Shawn!” “What?-Gah!” I scream to the top of my lungs, falling down the stairs. While I tried to give Katie my engrossment, I forgot to stop moving. Of course, I paid the price. Fuck fuck fuck fuck! I thought while I was thudding down the stairs. After I finally reached my living room floor, I just lay on the ground, too embarrassed to get up. All I did was scream in a muffed way, affected by the ground in my mouth. “What the hell!” shouts a familiar voice. Oh shit I pick my head up and see two vague figures. On the left is a female, and on the right is a male, who is the holder of the voice.  They stare at me confused. Silence fills the room, creating a taut atmosphere. “Uh, hi Mom and Dad. Didn't I tell you guys to be sober?” I say with  mirth in my voice, trying to break the silence. They don’t respond, but their eyes pop up at what I said. “Oh my god, this is too great!!” screams Dante. “Holy shit, Shawn! Are you ok- oh, hey Mom and Dad!” Katie quickly changes her tone when she sees our parents. That’s a punishment for cursing. Dante falls on the floor laughing. “I- can’t breathe- hahaaha! “Shut the fuck up. Mom and Dad  just stay silent, giving us perplexed looks. My mom finally speaks up. “Please don’t tell me you turned into one of them, Shawn.”