I opened my eyes to see a blue ceiling. Judging by my scenery and the way my body feels, I must be laying on my living room couch. Apparently, I fainted after my mother gave me some disturbing news. If I heard correctly, the united nations are planning to kill all of the “ponies” because they believe it is a disease? That is the biggest bogus I ever heard of. Here I am, thinking we got past “dictators” and shit. Is the united nations a place where Nazi’s have secets liaisons? Hell, if what my mother said was true, I wouldn’t be surprised.
Then again, why would The united nations have to come to such a lurid conclusion? Isn’t there any other way to handle this? Some way politically correct? I mean, if it is a contagious disease, why kill the people who have it? We never did that to the people who possessed aids. If this is true, then we might as well make a documentary called “the ponycaust”.
What a disaster of a day. First I lose my human anatomy, then I lose “certain” appendages, and now my life could potentially be taken from me? I don’t want to see what’s on the other side yet! The saying “life is a game” is a paradox. The last time I checked, you get at least a second turn in video games. In life however, nobody knows! No one can prove you live twice! I guess that stupid term “YOLO” is established for now. I never took it seriously because juvenile delinquents uses it as an excuse to do retarded shit frequently. I think that is stupid,, so I completely omitted that term from my vocabulary.
I pick my body up slowly and sway my hind to legs to adjust my body in a Lyra sitting position.“Eradicating ponies, huh?” I muttered out loud to no one in particular. “I always believed that trope ‘Humans aren’t bastards’ is true. Silly me.” I still think something is up.
I dropped of the couch and landed on all fours. Then again, my mother did look pretty messed up. I mean, genocide? Really? She probably heard something wrong, haha.
Taking time to scan the area around me, I noticed everybody vacated premises. Funny, I fainted and my family all decided to bail on me? They probably will avoid me because of the mental indoctrination the united nations is subtly giving folks.
I sighed.
Looks like it’s me and you brain.
Do you have anxiety?
Um, no?
Fooled me. You are always jumping to conclusions. Look, I know you’re having a shitty day, but doubting your family? You gotta think positive about things, bro.
But everytime I try to think positive something comes to kick me in the chest.
It’s life, bro. Everything is not gonna go your way all the time. Hell, even rich people gets flustered badly.
Gee, I wonder why.
You wonder why? Rich people are regular people, too. They suffer injuries, family losses, and they are more isolated than you. Sure, they have it good with all the benjamins, but your family is well-over, correct?
I understand you brain, I’m just stressed out, that’s all.
Likewise.
After getting scolded by my brain, a certain rumbling sound caught my attention, and it was coming from my stomach.
“Ugh, I forgot I went the whole day without food.” I said while placing my forehooves on my stomach and soothing it.
Truth be told, I’m not much of an eater. I eat three meals everyday, but my breakfast and lunch doesn’t contain much calories as my dinner. If I didn’t have so much on my mind, I would’ve ate something by now. This will certainly be interesting, considering I will have to get use to eating with hooves. I guess I’m gonna have to use my mouth like a ‘dog’ would do.
My stomach rumbled again. I frowned and dropped my hooves back on the floor. “Time to go in the kitchen!” I beamed eagerly.
I began to start walking to the kitchen slowly, being cautious since I fainted not too long ago. Once again, I am still showing contempt to this way of walking, feeling like I’m degrading myself in every step I take. If the ponies in the show walk like this, I shouldn’t be fussing about it.
While I’m walking, I take time to maze at my surroundings. Surprisingly, my living room didn’t look as big as my corridor. As for the details concerning the living room, nothing special. An average living room with a brown wooden floor, white walls, 60 inch plasma screen, and marble black couches. Same setup like I remember, just bigger of course. Only thing remarkable is a ps3 on the corner of the room. I have no idea how that got there; probably Dante rage-quitting again, but with the way things are going, I wouldn’t be surprised if the ps3 relocated on it’s own.
As I walked in the dining room, a smell becomes susceptible to my nose. The steaming, baked italian smell is very familiar. It smells like Papa John’s Pizza. When I fully entered the room, I didn’t only confirm that the scent was indeed Papa Johns, but I see 4 humans eating at a table with three boxes stacked. The first two boxes is obviously the Pizza, but I wonder what the third is.
My ears perked up and I grinned. I’m elated to know that my loyal family never ditched me and ordered one of my favorites. Plus, I never opened up a fridge in this pony body. Katie says I need to adapt, but when there is help is in front of your face, you be graceful and take it; not to mention my lazy attitude debases my motives of being independent. Looks like my day is going to turn out better than I expected.
“Sup.” I greeted, breaking the ice. All four humans froze at the sight of me and began to isolate me for a few seconds. Either they forgot about my transformation or they just didn't adjust yet.
As I looked at the expressions on their faces, I concluded it’s hard to tell what they’re thinking since they all barred blank expressions.
“Well well, look who finally woke up,” my dad scoffed with food in his mouth. Ugh. “We were about to eat your pizza.” He gave a big laugh while I returned with a small one.
“Thank God you woke back up Shawn.” My mother says relieved, flipping some of her unkempt hair out of her face.
I throw a dazed look at her, perplexed by what she said. “Erm, of course I was gonna wake up Mom, what made you think I wasn’t.”
My mother gives me a weak smile. “It’s just that you never fainted before. It’s unusual from you, so I thought you entered a coma. But, I was wrong, and thankfully I was.”
I just stare wide-eyed at my mother, studying her for a second. My mother looked like she still had on the same outfit from last night, but it was all ripped and she looked like she was crying, judging by the bloodshot eyes she was wearing.
Hey brain.
Ya?
I think I get my pessimism from my mother.
Hmm, that’s pretty believable.
“Mom, are you okay?” I asked in a sympathetic tone. What a stupid question, of course she isn’t okay.
“Yes, I am fine. You must be hungry. Dante, fix his pizza for him.” my mom interjected with abruptly.
Dante rolled his eyes at the task mom gave him.‘Is he really still being a bitch about this?’ I thought.Yes, ‘bitch’ would be an appropriate term to describe him considering the way he has been acting; Dante and I always get into little “arguments”, but him deliberately holding a grudge seemed too unorthodox, even for him.
Maybe it doesn't do with the pain I dished out to him, but it has to do with his pride. Since I was a male my whole life, I know that “man’s” pride is be the biggest bitch a man can ever hit. He must be suffering psychologically because his pride isn’t receiving an asswhooping from a “brony” so well.
I twitched. Judging by the his reaction, he would’ve refused if Dad wasn't here. Dante fears Dad, which is quite funny if you ask me.
Dante got up from his seat and went to the cabinet, retrieving a bowl which looked like a cat's bowl..He came back to the table and began to serve my bowl by putting a slice of cheese pizza on it. I scowled. The fact that he gave me 1 slice of pizza wasn’t the only thing that pissed me off, but it was the fact that he is gonna serve me with a cat bowl. Calm down Shawn, he just wants to get a rise out of you.
When he opened the third box, I began to feel... queasy. It smelt like chicken. Honestly, I have gluttony for chicken, so I love the smell of it, but I’m guessing my new pony instincts is identifying it as garbage.
Hey bro, why does the chicken smell like chicken, but smells like shit, too?
What do you think? You should know, you see everything I contemplate.
Oh yeah, hey, that’s a good observation, bro. You’re a genius.
No, not close to one. It’s just common sense. Everyone knows ponies aren’t carnivores. You should know that too, brain.
Whatever.
Dante placed 2 chicken wings in my bowl and placed it on the floor in front of me. Not even acknowledging my presence, he turned around and said “Dinner time Garfield.” I twitched.
Let me paraphrase something I said earlier: The fact that Dante called me Garfield is not the only factor that twitched me, but it’s also the fact that he put freaking meat infront of me!
Not sure if stupid or revenge, bro.
Knowing Dante, it can be the latter.
He does have a nonchalant approach to things though.
My face mingles nausea and irritation. Oh god, I can never look at chicken the same way again.
Everybody else, however, begins to laugh at my expense. It’s not even that funny..
I shoot Dante a glare evident with enmity. He quickly notices and opened his mouth to speak to me directly for the first time since our altercation.
“What? I serve you your food and all you can do is look at me like I’m a terrorist” If he is one, I wouldn't be surprised.”
I sighed. “Look and my tell me what do you see.” I said with annoyance in my voice.
He quickly obliged. “I see a pony who is definitely not a male.”
He got you good, bro
Shut the hell up!
You mad, bro?
Stop recycling overused memes you leech.
He mad. Or should I say “she”?
Fuck you, brain.
I hear a mixture of “OHHHHHHHH” and “DAMNNNNNNNN” in the background. I don’t even need to look to know that it’s Dad and Katie. Those two are always instigating petty fights in the house; mainly against me and my mom, even if my mom was being staid while scolding me.
I rolled my eyes at his slick comment. I was gonna say ‘Good. I’m a pony, not a cat, so don’t treat me like one’, but my mischievous side of me cajoled me to fight “fire with fire”. “You know what I see?”
His smirk started to fade after hearing the cynical tone I had while forming my words. “What?”
This time I smirked. “I see a guy who will never be able to spank his monkey again.”
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
You like that, man?
Hell yeah!
Dante twitched, Mom and Dad mouths gaped; Katie fell on the floor rolling with laughter.
Apparently, Dante’s face showed that he wasn't as amused as Katie and me.
“You think you’re funny don’t you? You little grass eating possum!” he snapped..
I froze, surprised by his outburst. I don’t get it, Dante seemed jubilant while he was making a joke at my expense, so why is he so sensitive that I poked at him in a personal way? Hell, getting my gender switched is a big burden on my now small shoulders; if Dante thought I was gonna let him get away with that, he’s an imbecile.
“Alright you two, stop!” my mom finally says, trying to inhibit Dante from pulling any punches.
Dante, however, being the defiant monk he is, picks me up the same way he did earlier, slamming me into the wall in the process.
I shrieked, feeling intimidated. The position Dante has me in, I don’t want to think of the myriad ways he can hurt me. I struggled tenaciously, trying get the brute to release his grasp of me, but to no avast; this position I’m in is reminiscence of our earlier “encounter” where he plunged on the wall for thinking I’m “gay”.
Mom puts her hand by her mouth in awe, surprised that Dante neglected her orders. Katie got off the floor and had a worried expression on her face while Dad graced a face evident of umbrage. Sure, my dad was a blithe guy. Katie probably gets it from him. He’s also patient, but when you oppose mom, you better have health insurance.
“Goddammit Dante. Put Shawn down or I’ll pick you up and press you against the wall!” my dad threatened with venom in his voice. So authoritative and sexy. I want to be like my dad when I become a man! Oh wait, damnit!
Oh, judging by what my Dad said, the same exact scene from earlier will play out, just alittle altered. Sure, Katie kicked Dante is his back leg but my dad threatened to press him against wall! Whether I buck him harder is up to debate, since I wasn't fully in control of my actions.
The antagonizing boy just smirked instead of following orders; finishing pondering how he will torture me. I should know, I’ve seen that smirk before.
Not being able to handle the pressure anymore, I feel a liquid sensation run between my legs. I wetted myself
..........................................................................................................................................
I didn’t, I just imagined the scene.
Instead of Dante making me, he does something nobody expected. He hugged me...
What the fu-
“You know Shawn, that was so funny, I had to hug you. Good one buddy!” He said in an expectant matter.
Everybody in the room are flabbergasted, but more relieved. What escalated to be a “street fight” turned into brotherly love; which is great for my well-being. Looks like “God” does care.
Brain, what’s gotten into Dante? I was so sure for a second that creep was gonna pull my fur off!
Who knows? Just be glad he didn't pummel you. You’re acting like your mom.
Shut up, brain. You can diss me, but don’t diss my mom.
You know how ironic your statement sounded right?
I don’t give a damn!
I scowled at the bi-polar boy.
“Put me down.”
“With pleasure.”
He obliged and ruffled my mane. One part of me is saying “I miss when he use to do that”, and another part of me is saying “Get your hands off my mane you creep! I just got my mane done!” I’m guessing the 1st part of me is my ‘nostalgic side’ and the other part is my ‘feminine side’ or something along the lines.
Don’t fall for it!
I slapped his hand away with my hoof. “Well, I’m gonna eat now.”
Dante grins stupidly. “Enjoy your food! You have extra!” he replied cheerfully.
“Dante, leave the room, please.” My mother says softly. Her voice reflecting the ashen expression on her face.
Next thing I know, he skipped out of the room.
A pregnant silence fills the room. Everyone rocking a “what the fuck” expression, evidently stunned at the events that just unfolded.
Mom sighed. “Are you alright, Shawn?”
“Yeah,” I stared meekly, rubbing one of my forehooves through my mane, putting it back in place. “I think my food is cold, can you warm it up, Dad? And please take the chicken wings out.”
My dad nodded and grabbed my bowl. “Want another slice?”
“Yes please.”
After finishing my request, I turn my attention back to my mom. She looked wistful, dropping her eyes like she was gonna ask something.
Oh, kill me already.
“Shawn,” I knew she was gonna ask me something! I know that look! “What happened between you and Dante? I mean, I know you two aren't the best of friends, but he looked angry. Also, what does ‘spank your monkey’ mean? Why that did upset him so much? ” Gulp.
Okay, I don’t know if I should be scared that she asked me that question or be resentful. Like I said, when my mom asks a question, she intends on getting an answer. But, how did she not know what “spank your monkey” meant? She can’t be a hipster because that term isn't that mainstream, but it’s pretty straightforward. Hell, when I first heard it, I didn't even need to ask what it meant. This isn't rocket science, sheez.
I grinned nervously. “Um, you see, ‘spank your monkey’ means, you know, boy stuff.... bathroom..”
I looked back at Katie and see her hand on her face. Apparently, she had to face-palm at my awkward implication. Did she really expect mean to come out directly?
“I see, we will talk about that later,” Goddammit! Another thing to worry about later! “But, why did he react like that?”
I looked at Katie, deciding to interact with her with those “methods” we learned. I bit my lip and waved my hoof, performing one of our signals. That basically means “Should I tell or not”. Katie just shrugged, being apathetic about the situation of her parents finding out she watches a “little girl’s show”.
Of course Katie doesn't need to worry since she is a girl, but I’m a guy, even if my physical condition contradicts that. To put it shortly, my parents might think I’m gay. Yeah, remember when I said my parents accept eccentricity to an extent? Remember when I said “I don’t care about misconceptions”? Well, I do when it comes to my parents!
I rolled my eyes and sighed. I put my head down and closed my eyes, taking a second to contemplate how I should approach things. If I tell her what he did, she will obviously ask me what I did to provoke him to accost me like that. I can’t tell her I watch mlp.
Boy! The more you think, the more suspicious your mom gets! Just tell her half of it and leave the ‘pony shit’ out of it!
I was planning on doing that, but then should would ask me what tempted him.
Worry about that later.
Whatever brain, you just better be ready when the time comes.
Yeah yeah.
Lets do this.
Deciding to use my better judgement, I decided to tell the half-truth. “I kicked Dante in his testicles because he tried to attack me” I blurted out quickly.
My mother eyes shot open at this recent confession. Fuck fuck fuck, why do I keep getting screwed?
Before my mom can answer, my dad comes back to the spot where my mother is interrogating me; bringing back my food in a proper bowl. I can just taste the smell of that wonderful pizza!
“Here you go.” The man says with a smile.
I glanced at the two slices of pizza, noticing it has the “works” excluding meat. It even has garlic sauce in it!
I smelled it and licked my lips. The smell itself was enough to make liquid run from my mouth. “Thank you.” I replied with a hint of jubilant in my voice.”
“No problem, soo...” his smile withered. “Why did Dante attack you in the first place?”
I didn’t bother answering the question because I was too invested with my pizza. I tried to pick it up with my hooves, but the sauce was quite messy and I couldn't get a firm grip on it. Crap.
My ears dropped, not at my ‘hand impediment’, but at the question I was asked. I knew it was going to conclude like this. Obviously, my parents know that Dante physically provokes people with a “reason” all the time. Sure, his reasons are stupid, but he also makes excuses that makes him feel justified. Sadly, I never thought about how I would approach this type of predicament. If I give any wistful looks, they would assume that I’m making up a lie to demolish Dante’s character.
Yo brain, I need some extra time. How should I stall?
Easy. Take a bite of your pizza.
Thanks.
Deciding to take advice from my brain, I pushed my head into my plate and took a bite of my pizza, fabricating some extra time to think and getting food into my belly. Chewing relatively low, I begin to ponder my next move while enjoying the wonderful sensation in my mouth. Even a small bite that was used to procrastinate satiated my taste buds. It taste better when you’re hungry, hehe.
Goddammit, bro! Instead of acting like you've never eaten pizza before, you should find a way to veil your thoughts!
You’re right, brain. What should I tell them?
Tell them Dante attacked you because he is stupid.
Nah, I have an idea.
Whatever it’s- oh, kinda plain, but I won't budge.
Good.
I swallowed my food gradually. I sighed and looked up to see 2 sets of concentrated eyes.
I finally decide to take the course of action. “Dante attacked me because he hates ponies.” I lied, deciding to keep my “interest” clandestine for now.
That’s gonna affect you later, bro.
Later is later. I don’t think I can handle any more shit right now!
Oak okay, calm down you.
To be honest, I think that was a pretty good cover up. I mean, it’s not the true story, but everyone knows Dante’s character is bigoted. My parents won’t even ask him for his side of his story; they will just scold him. See? Lying isn’t always a hole inside a hole, or whatever. Plus, I’m wasn't anticipating my parents response to me watching mlp so well. Lets just say I puked out, okay?
I squinted at Katie, eager to see her facial expression after my half-true lie. Her expression was.. vacant. It was hard to study, like she was in a trance or something.
“You’re saying he attacked you because you turned into a pony?” My mother conjured in disbelief.
My head averted to my mom, leering at her and seeing a disgusted expression plastered on her face. Judging by look on her face, she believed me, but was aggravated so badly she needed me to confirm one more time for complete reassurance.
I nodded while taking another bite of my pizza.
My mom shook her head. Guessing by her reaction, she is probably tired of Dante antics and gave up on him? If she gave up on him, will she kick him out because of my half-lie? But he didn’t attack me because I became a pony, he attacked me because he figured out I watched mlp!
Listen bro, him attacking you for watching a show is just as bad.
I know, but..
BUT NOTHING! Let the prick wallow in his own piss on the street.
My mother rubbed her head. “That’s it, Kane, take Shawn to the hospital.” she said abruptly.
“What!” We both shouted in unison.
What will taking you to the hospital do?
I don’t really know.
My mother raised her right eyebrow in bewilderment. “What do you mean ‘what’?” she hissed, clearly flustered.
Before I can speak, Katie says: “Why do you want Shawn to go to the hospital?”
My mother scowled. “Because the U.n. went nuts, now we have a person in the house who is violent against ponies. Look, I lost my brother not too long ago and I sure as hell ain't losing my son!” she chided.
Oh shit! I almost forgot about that?
Well bro, it looks like your mother wasn't hallucinating.
I don’t want to die!
Likewise!
I almost choked on my food at my mom’s statement. I never knew uncle Ray passed! Maybe that is why my Mom is acting like this. We already established she isn't stress-tolerant, so she isn’t in her right mind right now. Hell, maybe she is joshing about Uncle Ray!
Katie cringed. Hmm, she seems unaffected about uncle Ray’s death, but she probably already knew.
“Okay..? but what will the hospital do? It’s not like you can just change someone's species.” she said inwardly.
“I know, but..: “ she stuttered, susceptible to tears. “We need.. to try...” Oh great, now she is crying. This is all my fault! Stupid me, being in the way all the time! I’m the reason why she is thinking about Uncle Ray’s death again!
Katie gasped, feeling guilty about casually making her mother cry. “I’m just saying..”
‘Stop Katie,” my dad interrupted. Kane (my dad) wrapped his left hand around my mother’s body and pulled her close to him. “There there honey, it’s okay, we will go.” He said soothingly, fondling her hair trying to appease her.
I just stared at the scene occurring. My dad agreed to take me to the hospital just to calm my mother down? That’s stupid and sweet. Honestly, I am still unsure about the “U.N” thing. I need full confirmation.
I jerked my eyes shut. “Mom,” I started. “Are you 100 % percent sure about the U.N? I mean, it sounds pretty.. uh, what’s that word? Oh yeah! It sounds too dictatorial.” I muttered.
Instead of hearing my mother speak, I hear my dad say: “Yes, the U.N. really said that. Now finish your food so we can go to the hospital and try to fix you up. “
Well, there goes my hope.
WE ARE GOING TO DIE SOON!
It’s okay. They have to find out if it’s a disease. Likely, it won’t be one.
How ABOUT IF IT IS!
I DON’T KNOW! SOMETHING IS UP! THERE IS NO WAY THE U.N. WOULD BE THAT RECKLESS!
My dad released his endearing hold of mom. “Alright Shawn, I’ll be back in 7 minutes. Take care of your mom, and Katie, you’re coming with me. We need to “talk”. He said swiftly.
I averted my head to Katie and saw her roll her eyes in annoyance. I watched the two humans walk out slowly. Good luck Katie, try not to be too fresh.
I sighed. Woah, that voice! I looked at my mother and saw her body and face frozen; I really hope I don’t turn like that soon.
“Mom..” I whispered.
“Hmm,” she wiped away one of her tears, trying to compose herself. “Oh Shawn,” she started chucking alittle. “ I have to get use to your new voice. I guess I shouldn't call you Shawn anymore, maybe Shantae is more appropriate? ” she cooed.
Twitch.
Atleast she is being more cheerful.
Indeed. But, did she have to joke about that?
I rolled my eyes. “Haha, you’re funny..” I stated sarcastically. “Anyways, when did Uncle Ray die? Why didn't you tell me?”
Mom’s small smile turned upside down and became a frown. Geez, she was happy for a second and I screwed it up.
You were curious though, don’t beat yourself.
When do you talk like that to me?
I sighed and finished the rest of my pizza. “If you don’t want to tell me, it’s okay-”
“No no, it’s fine...” she reassured.
I nodded. “Alright then.”
Mom squeezed her hand. “He died last night.”
I deadpanned. “So, he died and you decided to drink to cope?” I asked, obviously knowing the answer.
She nodded.
It makes perfect sense. My mom and dad always believed “drinking absolves you from your worries”.Too bad they left out the part where “drinking will cause you something to worry about in the future”. Honestly, I think using drinking as a coping method is stupid. When I’m sad, I just write poetry (don’t judge) or listen to music. Speaking of music, my ears are too big for my headphones. I’m gonna miss listening to Death.
I stare at her for a second, wanting to say ‘What the hell is your problem’, but decided not to upset her any further. To say I’m pissed off is a understatement. I’m already angry that she didn’t tell us the day before, but she had to pick the day where I became a pony? Bad timing.
Uncle Ray was one of my best friends. He was the one who got me into sports. He was my second father, my mentor, my role model. I didn't even get a chance to say good bye to him..
My mind is flipping, but instead of scolding mom, I just move on to the question part. “So, why didn't you tell me or Dante, but told Katie?”
She scratched her wrist. “Because I was going to tell all three of you today. The only reason I told Katie is because she called this morning and asked what happened to us. Lets just say she coerced me to admit why we were drinking.”
Seems legit. I would have never guessed she knew, considering how cheerful she was earlier.
Wow, what a day. It just doesn't end, huh? It’s stunning revelation after another. Is today “Fuck with Shawn” day? Is Karma real? God, I’m so sorry for biting my mother’s nipples on purpose while she was breastfeeding me. God, I’m so sorry I stole 20 dollars from Dante. God, I’m so sorry that I was playing with my DS during church. Is that good enough? Now stop fucking with me!
Bro, it has nothing to do with God. It’s l.i.f.e.. Life. isn’t. fucking. easy.
Instead of speaking the obvious brain, why don’t you try to comfort me?
I’m not here to be sympathetic.
WELL TRY THEN!
Woah! I hate when you act like this. Don’t talk to me until you calm down.
Perfect, now my brain is against me.
“Sooo..” I stretched my words. ‘He’s gone?”
She sighed. Crap. “Yes.” she replied weakly.
A colorless expression made it’s way on my face. Out of all the terrible things that happened to me, this is the worst possible thing ever. This is worse than the time where I was mugged by some punks in the bathroom. I lost my psp, which was one of my birthday presents. Pretty shitty, huh? But, that is a rigid comparison because a game can always be replaced, but a soul cannot.
He’s gone...
I feel like someone out there is enjoying watching me squirm. I also think that same person some how has something to do with it. If the U.N. is really gonna kill all ponies in a few days, maybe I won’t resist my death.
“Shawn, are you okay?” No, I’m not okay. My uncle died yesterday and I’m just now realizing today, which is ‘fuck with Shawn day’. You had to come in the house and reveal that the U.n. are going to eradicate all ponies and tell me that Uncle Ray died, didn't you? You should have stayed at your friends house you intoxicated bitch!
Bro? What is your problem? Don’t blame this on your mom! How can you be like that? She had no idea you turned into a pony, she didn't intend you catching you like this. Here she is, worrying about your well-being, and all you are doing is assassinating her character? You don’t deserve sympathy because you take it for-
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BRAIN!” I screeched out loud. Holy shit, I can curse again! I couldn't a few hours ago! Is this a pattern? I think my vocabulary alters every time I enter an inactive state.
You should worry about your mother, not that bro.
I SAID SHUT UP! DIDN'T YOU SAY YOU WEREN'T’ TALKING TO ME ANYMORE?
I’M TRYING TO BE-
I’LL JUMP INTO THAT MIRROR AGAIN!
Huffing and puffing, feeling steam coming from my muzzle, I finally look at my mother. To no surprise, I see a very miffed expression on her face. Not only does she think I’m insane, but now she is going to wash my mouth out with the blood coming from her fist. “What did you say?”
“What did I say? I said ‘fuck’, something I couldn't say a few hours ago. That seemed to change ever since I was in your presence! Not only that, but now I’m going to get killed in a few days because you told me about the U.N! Fuck you, mom I hate you for giving birth to me and that devil worshiper Dante!”
I wanted to say that, but all that came out was a squeak. My silence was involuntary.
I can feel my heart pounding because of sorrow and internal pain taking over me. I didn't reply, but collapsed on the floor instead. I felt like a bullet just shot me in the heart. Tears spurting out my eyes, I planted my place in the floor and started bawling like a... filly. I felt alone, distraught, and these feelings were all triggered after my mom heard me use profanity. How pathetic.
This was the last thing I expected to happen to me today. I never thought I would break down and lose my composure. Sure, I had tears in my eyes after the shower incident, but I wasn't crying like a bitch.
I repressed alot of emotions today and I knew it was unhealthy; but I never knew there was a limit on how much emotions I hold back. I just needed to let it out. I don’t care how retarded I looked, I don’t care about anything anymore. I don’t even think I’m me anymore. No, that filly in the mirror isn’t me. I would never wet the floor with my tears. But, I could feel tears coming out of my eyes, and the voice is coming directly from me.
That wheezing filly is me....
“Shawn?” my mother said sympathetically.
I didn't respond, but continued to wail.. Mom quickly came next to me. Instead of discipling me like I thought she would, she hugged me. Her body heat was enough to melt the ice in my heart a little.
“Why are you crying?” she asked. Why should you care? No one should care, this is obviously the result of fate. Just let me wallow in my own failure.
“I... been through so much.. I’m sorry! Pleased don’t hit me!” I begged, sounding like Rarity when she begins to wail. Wow, not an inch of masculinity is left in me after that comment. After all that happened today, I’m really crying about my mother hitting me? No, it can’t be, I’m probably just stressed that I cursed involuntarily. But, I should be ashamed of myself. Here my mother is, comforting me, and I was about flame her?
Hey bro, I’m sorry for earlier.
I’m sorry for yelling at you and having you witness me succumbed to a crying despondent mess.
No bro, all that emotion was building up. You can’t hide it forever. Honestly, you’re brave for what you are doing.
Thanks brain, hey, I thought you couldn't be sympathetic?
I am trying to be.
“Shoo shoo, it’s okay. Don't cry. Don’t worry, don’t worry...”
“BUT WHAT’S THE USE!” I snapped. My mom cringed, looking alittle frightened, but maintaining the comforting hold. “EVERY TIME I TAKE MY MIND OFF THINGS SOMETHING CRAWLS INSIDE ME AND BITES! IT’S NO USE. EVERYBODY HATES ME! I’M JUST A FREAK!’ I finished, crying into her shirt.
My mother mouth gaped open and she pressed against me tighter. “Oh, Shawn. Don’t think like that. I love you, your dad loves you, Katie loves you. Even Dante loves you. And Ray doesn't want you to be like this. You will always be our son, even if you are stuck like this forever. And we won’t let the U.N try to kill you. If they want you, they will have go through me.”
I continue crying into her shoulder, too doleful to respond or look at her. Her words made me calm down a little, but it wasn't enough to get me to stop crying. Funny how she was crying awhile ago and now I’m crying. Maybe we are connected in more ways than I thought.
“Alright Shawn, lets.. go?” a voice in the background says. My dad re-appeared in the dining room it seems, when I’m crying too. Perfect timing,
“One second, Kane.” my mother says, keeping her eyes and grip on me.
My dad just walks out the room, pretending he never saw the scene. Great, now he is thinking I’m weak.
“Shawn, I know you think there is no hope. I know what you’re feeling, but, instead of taking your mind off your worries, why don’t you try to think about the good charms in life that you are expecting?
I sniffed. “But, what good charms? I’m a pony for god’s sake! Plus, what do I do with Jessica? I don’t think she is into ponies, or ‘female’ ones for that matter!
“Shawn” my mother says tenderly. “Love is love, no matter how you look or how to act. There is nothing wrong with that, the only thing that matters is who you are with. Not physically, but mentally. Heck, how can she say no to you? You’re soooo cute like this.” she squealed.
Instead of twitching, I learned something new. Mom is accepting of gays. That’s cool that she isn’t homophobic, great. Now when it’s time to tell her about mlp, she won’t ask me “are you gay”.
“Plus..” she continued. “I thought you were the type of person who never surrendered to challenges? You’re determined, smart, and ambitious, Shawn. You will sack this quarterback, even with this pony body! Because you’re strong like that. You will pick up the world and slam dunk it!”
I don’t know why, but those metaphors made me perk up a little. My mom knew I’m a sucker for sports references. Plus, I never thought my mom would know about my perseverance`. We never talked to each other that much after I realized she wasn't a fan of being sober. She never talked to me, but I never tried to talk to her either. I’m just as guilty.
Shit, I feel like shit for calling mom an intoxicated bitch. Her sweet voice is was enough to motivate me. “You’re right....” I move my body away from my mother’s hug and wiped some my tears away.
But, why did Uncle Ray die? My mother never told me, all she did was reveal unfortunate news leaving out important details. Was he murdered or did he have an accident? Or did his heart give up on him? Nah, impossible, he was a very healthy man. If he did die out of the blue like that though, there has to be an explanation. He was never diagnosed with anything as far as I’m concerned. Did the superior of life take his life just to have me fall deeper in this dark hole? Everything was weird today. I expected something unpleasant to happen to me physically, but I never expected something as tragic as death to occur... to one of my family members!
I sunk my ears and head down. “Mom...” I whispered with melancholy in my tone.
“Hmm?” my mother replied with a hum.
“Why did Uncle Ray die for?” I asked anxiously.
Mom looked taken back at the question. Her facial expressed transformed from slightly happy to despondent. Damn, I’m in a funk today. Everytime my mom lightens up, I ask a question to debase her spirits. But, it’s only fair to know the way my uncle died, right?
Frowning, I decide to prioritize. “It’s okay, Mom. Tell me when I get back, okay?” I said.
“But Shawn-”
“It’s good,” I interrupted hastily. “ I don’t need to hear this. See you later mom, I love you.”
I turned around and marched out of the room. While I was walking out, I heard my mom cry out “I love you too baby!”
Oh great, now Mom is gonna be left in the house feeling down. Sure, I know Katie is there and she is a master at relieving people, but she only leaves her room when she is hungry or if she goes out the house; plus, Dante can’t sympathize with no one for shit. He has a cold heart I swear.
I exited the room only to be greeted by my dad, who was sitting on the living room couch watching t.v. He was watching sports I presume. “Hey Shawn, are you okay? What happened?” he asked emphatically
“I’ll tell you in the car..” I replied bitterly.
My dad raised one of his eyebrows. “Okay.“ he said. He turned off the t.v and got off the couch.
I watched my Dad walk to the closet and retrieve his coat. He reverted his head towards me and his eyes shot open.
“I don’t know how cold it is, but I think you should wear a coat.” he said lightly. What the hell? Is he serious.
An abashed look made it’s way on my face. I’m perplexed about how he is suggesting I should wear a coat, even though he knows my condition. I know he is trying to be considerate, but unless he has coats made for ponies, this is a perfunctory suggestion.
Then again, I do wish I had a coat. I’m not comfortable being naked, even if it is normal for ponies. I lived as a human my whole life so I think being in a different body doesn't make me okay with being naked. If did did make pony coats though, would I get mare sized coats or stallion sized coats?
I think a male sized coat would be too big for you.
Not if I get it in ‘coat large’
H’mm, good idea, but I still think that might be too small. If they come out with pony sized clothes, you might as well go with what fits best.
‘ever brain.
“I don’t think I can fit any of these coats.”
My dad jerked his head back for a second in bemusement, but he reverted his head back to normal when he grasped what I meant. “Oh, well, we will be in a car anyways. It’s not like you really need a coat, right?” he cooed.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess so.”
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Ah, nothing like getting some fresh air for the first time today. The nice scenery which looks bigger than usual, the sounds of the wind brushing against my mane; the nice sun shining, the sexy black Chevrolet Suburban in front of me. The outdoor’s atmosphere is enough to relieve me of some of my angst. I must say, the weather is nice outside and it’s mid January. I don’t even have a coat on! I’m not sure if it’s the pony fur or the weather itself. Either way, it’s nice to see something work good for me.
I inhaled and exhaled. “Nice...” I say dreamily.
My dad leers at me. “You’re acting like you never went outside before, hehe” he chuckled.
I snorted. “I just love the outdoors.” I replied while a smile crept on my face.
“Then why don’t you go outdoors?” he smirked cynically.
I deadpanned at him, not liking what he was referring to. To be honest, the only reason I love the outdoors so much is because it’s rare for me to be outside, besides school and junk. Even in the summer time I stay in the house all day playing COD. Hell, I stayed in the house the whole Christmas vacation, excluding Christmas eve where I went shopping.
Thinking of a profound excuse, I choose the most cliche and overused one. “It’s too cold. You want me to freeze?” I grimaced.
He chuckled while opening the door to the back seat of the car. “I’m just joking. Anyways, you need help getting the in car?”
I slowly walked to the door the man left open for me. Eyeing the height of the mat steps, I could easily conclude that climbing that is too much work. For me anyways. “Yes please.” I whispered smoothly.
He rolled his eyes. “Lazy bum.”
I glared at him. “I’m not lazy, it’s just too high for me.” I groaned. I battled my eyelashes innocently. “Please?”
He frowned. “You’re attitude is a setback, you know that right?”
“Blah blah blah, I didn’t ask for a lecture. ” I fretted.
He smirked and picked me up and placed me in one of the car’s back seats, strapping my seatbelt on in the process. I must say, the seatbelt is a tad too big for me, but it does it’s job in a small way.But, that’s not the only thing on my mind, I never asked to be buckled up. Hey! He didn’t have to do that!
I gave him a confused look. “Um, you didn’t have to strap me in. I never asked you to. Still have cotton in your ears? I joked.
He grinned. “I know. But considering how lazy you are, I did it for you. You should be thanking me you didn’t have to use your “little hooves” and find a way to buckle it up.”
Haha, he got ya.
Shut up yo face.
I don’t have a face.
“Haha, good one!” I shouted in a sarcastic manner. I put one of my hooves up in the air, signalling a hi-five, or “hoof five”.
He smiled and foolishly reached his hand in.
I did something he didn’t expect, I zipped my hoof back and frowned. “Meathead!”
HAHA! You greased him!
Indeed.
He smirked. “Alright then, you think you’re clever don’t you?”
I smirked smugly. “No, I’m not clever at all. I don’t need to think when I’m talking to you, nobody does. I could be speaking gibberish but you will understand it anyways.”
He gave me a warning glare. . Me and my big mouth.
Okay, maybe that was alittle too harsh. Sure, me and my dad always make playful jabs at each other all the time, but I admit I take advantage of our ‘chemistry” and be outright disrespectful. I get hit sometimes, and the way my dad looked at me, it looks like he was anticipating for me to take my eyes off of him so he can swing.
He pulled his fist back and lunged it into my face.
“Eek!” I screeched, cringing and cowering back alittle. Okay, I’m use to getting punched. I shouldn't act like Fluttershy after seeing a fist. I think I’m slowly getting messed up mentally every second. Surprisingly, he didn't punch me like I thought.
He exploded with laughter. “Remember Shawn, I’m always a step ahead of you.” He saying swiftly while shutting my door.
I sighed. What a manchild. I hope Katie isn't like that when she has kids.
My dad entered the driver’s seat and begin to start up the car. As I’m all buckled in the car, I take a second to examine the car with my new pony eyes. First thing I notice is: I can’t see the window like this. My head is 3 inches below it, and my seat belt is hindering me from looking up. If I’m this short shitting like a human, I wonder how short I would be while sitting like a pony.
I sighed and leaned my face on my hoof. I’m disappointed that I won’t get a view of the New York streets, but it’s not like I never saw it before. Still, what can I do to pass the time? Heck, why am I even going to the hospital? It’s impossible to change species as far as I’m aware of. I understand my Dad is being compassionate and being direct to my other isn’t going to help, considering what happened earlier with Katie;. Damn, there is a catch every time.
But, maybe I can benefit by going to the hospital? I mean, considering I changed genders, maybe they can change me back to male? I don’t know, I’m not experienced when it comes to scientific sex change. That reminds me, how does a female get changed into a male anyways? This conundrum will be solved when we reach the hospital I guess.
I heard the motor run and felt like I was.. moving. I kept my slouching posture and looked at my Dad, seeing him driving. Well, our journey begins.
“So, you want to listen to some radio?” my dad asked inquisitively
Say yes, bro. I haven’t listened to the radio in a long time.
I was gonna say that. Besides, there is nothing else to do. Why not? Hell, we can even listen to the news and find out more about these ‘ponies’
I looked at my dad with the corner of my eyes. “Yeah, sure..” I muttered.
My dad turned his head towards me and his face curled into an wistful look. “So,” he started casually. “What do you want to listen to?”
I never thought he would ask that question. A part of me is saying check the rock station, but my dad loathes rock and roll. Another part of me is saying check the news, but it is unlikely that they would be talking about it at this time. Besides, I want to get my mind off this negative stuff and think positive thoughts for now. I think it will be circumspect to go with my Dad’s favorite station. “Just get the hip-hop station.”
“Yes!” the man-child who I call dad shouted gleefully. Gee, it’s not like I had a chance anyways.
He turned on the radio and switched to 97.1, probably the most prominent hip hop station in New York. I’m not really a fan of hip-hop, but I’m sure it will take my mind off Uncle Ray and the U.N. Hell, I wouldn’t mind if a conscious rap song was made about the U.N. If that type of song played right now, I would be satisfied completely.
However, instead of hearing a conscious hip-song, I hear the type of rap that made me abhor this genre somewhat. The typical mainstream rap song... which consists of: A good beat, misogynistic lyrics and simple metaphors. Pop That by French Montana was playing. I admit, I liked it at first, but when I understood all of the lyrics, I had to facepalm.
Plus, I feel uncomfortable with this song playing. I don’t know why, but it makes me boil inside alittle. Did it always do this? Meh, at least it will appease me.
I removed my hoof from my face and saw my dad moving his throbbing his head back and forth while driving. I guess he could feel the vibe; wish I could.
“Hey Shawn.” my dad said alittle too loud. Must be the music?
“Hmm?” I responded with a small sound.
“Why were you crying?” he asked warily.
“Uh..” I stuttered, distancing my head from him alitte. Well, how am I suppose to explain this? I can’t tell him it was because I was afraid my mom was going to hit me, no, not only will he think I’m weak, but he will also ask why. Besides, that’s not the reason why I was crying, but it triggered it.
Tell him it was because you found out your uncle passed.
Close enough.
I directed my eyes towards him, finished thinking about what I’m gonna say. “ I was crying because Uncle Ray passed. Losing family members is not easy, ya know?” I mumbled.
“Oh, alright,” he said. “You know, I always knew how close you guys were. I have to thank Ray, he was there for you when I wasn't there.”
I scowled. “Gee, ya don’t say?” I asked sarcastically.
He didn't turn his head towards me but continued to drive. “But Shawn, I’ll promise I’ll be with during this crisis all the way.”
Brain, what should I say? My dad always say things but never does it. Should I just believe him or what?
He’s just a drunk tard. Tell him what you really think of him.
Actually, he sounds sincere to me. I think you should believe him, sis.
Sis?
Who the fuck are you?
Oh, I’m you. I'm Shawn’s brain. I’m just more feminine, that’s all.
WHAT? You’re saying I have a feminine brain and a masculine one?
Duh. What do you think being a different gender does to you? Nothing? You start to develop natural gender instincts. Especially if it was a legit change.
You’re not gonna turn my bro into a frilly pony!
Yeah! My brain is already a dick to me, but we would go harder on
[Sorry honey, it doesn’t work like that. Like it or nor, you’re gonna act alittle different. Me and your other brain will be taking turns deciding what’s best for you depending on the circumstances.
Fuck no. I’ve been with him-
Erm, ‘her’
No, I’ve been with Shawn since day one and I always knew Shawn as a guy. You been here for what? 1 day? Get the fuck out!
I’ve been with Shawn since day 1 too, silly. Like I said, I’m 50% percent of you. I’ve been triggered ever since the gender change.
So, is my masculine side gonna is fade out?
]Oh no, we’re just gonna combine soon. , nothing is gonna happen. Lets just say you’re gonna be pondering your thoughts a little harder.
Wow. So, I guess I’ll go with you for now, other me. You sound more receptive.
Ofcourse I do!
Wow, it’s gonna be like that, bro?
Hell yes! You are giving me a head ache!
Whatever.
Alright.
After having internal conflict with myself, I decide to be cautious with what I say. “Okay Dad, I trust that you will be there for me. Even though you said the same thing to me when you didn’t go to my 8th grade graduation.” I muttered.
“I COULDN’T! I GOT ARRESTED!” he snapped.
You should have just went with what I said. Now you got him worked up...
But he isn't a man of his word. I need to make sure, because this is his 100th time saying this. He wasn’t even here for me this morning!
b]True. Fine, just don’t say anything stupid.
Suddenly, the music faded, signaling the end of the song. The next song that plays is The recipe by Kendrick Lamar.
Now this song couldn't play at a better time. Where I’m arguing with my dad. This would have calmed my nerves easily, but now I can’t concentrate on it because I’m about to lecture my dad!
“Yes it was your fault.” I shot back, keeping my voice low.
“I was in jail! It’s not like I could say ‘Hey! My son is graduating today! I want out for one day!’ ”
I rolled my eyes. My dad just didn’t get it. I know he would've went if he wasn’t in prison, but he was in prison for a reason. He had to take responsibility for his actions, and his actions weren't impressive at all.
“And why were you in prison?“ I questioned bleakly.
He pauses for a second. “Because I... you know I was drunk..”
“EXACTLY!” I shouted.
]Woah, calm down sis.
Please don’t call me that. And no, it took him 2 minutes to figure that out. He is just gonna blame being drunk! It’s not gonna go down this way again!
Yes, be straightforward with him bro. Tell him everything you want to get off your chest.
[b]But if you be too brusque, it might come to bite you.
I think you’re the reason Shawn is becoming a pessimist.
I think you’re the reason Shawn almost got attacked by Dante again earlier today!
Enough!
My dad turned his head towards me slowly and glared at me. I returned a glare of my own, showing him I’m just as pissed as him.
“You know how many times I told you and mom to not over-do it with drinking. I’m not restricting you from it completely, but come-on! You almost killed somebody because you were dumb enough to drive while you were boozed up!” I lectured with venom in my tone.
I see my dad’s glare transform into a sad frown. “But-”
“No! No butts! My graduation was three days away and you decided to go downtown to celebrate by drinking your hearts out! You could’ve just stayed home and got your ass drunk!” I sweared at him. Probably gonna pay later.
"But no! Instead of drinking with your wife, you had to be the 'player' and take advantage of intoxicated-”
“SHUT UP!” He yelled to the top of his lungs.
I smirked. “I'm just talking, Dad. Just like the time when I failed a test and promised to study better; you kept lecturing me out of spite. How about the time when-”
“Stop it, Shawn. I’m sorry, I've been a horrible father..”
“You damn right!” I agreed with him.
He didn’t respond to my snide comment, but continued apologizing. “I know I over-do it with drinking, but I’m trying my best to stop.”
“Yeah, you were drinking yesterday” I muttered.
“But, that was a special occasion! Besides, I didn’t drive home, right”
Understanding his logic, I nodded.
“Shawn, I’m sorry for not being there for you when you needed it. But, I’m here for you now aren’t I? Besides, you turning into a pony is way more important than those other things.”
I almost frowned at how he blew off everything else he ditched me in. Those were important as hell, but he has a point.Considering the U.N...”
“Your life is on the line. Do you know why I took you to the hospital in the first place?”
I gave him a confused look. “Um, to confort my mom?”
He chuckled. “Not only that, but there is a special shot the doctors give you to take your blood. This will determine if the ponies are infectious or not.
Wow, that’s nice.
“Um, thanks Dad.”
“Do you know how much that shot costs?” he asked me, knowing I don’t know the answer.
There’s a price?
“Um, no” I said timidly.
“It costs 10,000 dollars.”
My mouth opened in shock. Did he say 10,000 dollars? He could buy 100,00, cans of beer with that, but he is gonna use it for a needle? Is my Dad and Mom secretly the best parents in the world/ Were they using drinking as a facade?
I told you he was sincere.
“You’re gonna do that for me?” I squeaked, feeling tears brimming in my eyes. 10,000 dollars just for a needle? How about if someone else did the shot?
He smiled. “Even though you’re not really male anymore,” my left eye twitched alittle. “You’re still my son. I’ll do anything for you.”
The song faded and my dad turned off the radio. He parked for some reason. I’m parked too, but in the moment. My dad touched me the same way mom did earlier. He didn’t have to do this for me, someone else could take the needle. I don’t know how to react considering I flamed him earlier. My dad never showed me this kind of fatherly love before, but now he does it in my time of need.
I jumped on his head.
“Woah, Shawn are you-”
“Ohdadthankyousomuchiloveyouyou’rethebesti’msosorryforwhatIsaidearlieryoudidn’thavetodothisformei’mjustaburden THANK YOU THANK YOU!” I said with alacrity, sounding like Pinkie Pie on drugs. Wait, is that possible? Wouldn't Pinkie be normal if she was on drugs?
My dad grabbed me and threw me off his head, causing me to land on the passenger seat.
“Oof, what was that for da-” before I could finish my sentence, I felt a hand grace it’s way on my face. I've just been slapped.
My dad scowled.
What was that for brain?
I’m guessing-
Not you, I’m talking about the other one.
[b]You cursed at him earlier, remember?
Thanks brain.
I was gonna say that!
Technically, you did.
I rubbed my hoof on my face and looked up at my Dad.
He smirked. “That’s for cursing at me. Know your role, kid.” Twitch
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, what evs. Why did you stop for?”
He smiled. “We’re here.”
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P.O.V. Change
“Sir, why do you and the U.N plan on eradicating the ponies? Isn’t that too arbitrary?”
I frowned. “I’m sorry, but that information is classified. I would like to tell you, but It’s not my prerogative to.
A female reporter raised her hand. “Can’t you atleast reconsider a more rational course of action to take? how about if you turn into a pony? Will you be included?
“I already established that the genocide idea wasn't my intentions nor did I consider it. If I had the power to decide how to accost this situation, it sure as hell wouldn't be this frivolous way.
“So, is it someone else’s idea?”
I bit my lip. “Good day, everyone.”
“But, Mr.Obam-”
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I walked into my office.
So Obama, I’m guessing you didn’t spill any vital information. You can't afford that.
I frowned. “Isn’t there any other way we can handle this, sir? I already made the special ‘needle’ legal. You will have more than enough pony specimen to supply yourself with.”
Oh, trust me, killing isn't my thing. I’m just using it to urge the ponies into taking the shot. It’s perfect strategy, don’t you agree?
I sighed. “I may gain a stigma for this false-announcement, but as long as they’re safe, I don’t care if I’m forced to re-sign.
Perfect. This is gonna be great....
A pensive look made it's way on my face. "Why do you need this pony specimen anyway?"