Pony bound

by Shortcourt


The shot

I’m sitting on a hospital bed, my innate way of sitting,  cradling my hind legs back and forth. Me and my dad were escorted to an empty hospital room shortly after I was finished getting checked up by the nurse. I don’t want to go on a tirade, but everything was pretty disorganized. From blood pressure to weighing me, it was all pretty screwed.

Yeah, the nurse was beautiful, but I lost all deference for her. Why? For starters, it took her 5 minutes to realize that  the pad used to go on someone’s shoulder in order to take blood pressure was too small. It was difficult watching her floundering putting it on me, so I suggested she should use “baby size”.

Oh yeah, you know what else? She accidently dropped me on my head while she was trying to weigh me. On my bad head! I was Mia for like... 4 minutes? I don’t know, I just knew when I recovered, I was wet. Some cartoon fanatic decided to pour a bucket of water on me.  Did I mention that the water was cold? I hate cold water just as much as I hate flaming water.

I guess I have concluded that this hospital staff is galore with imbeciles. When I first saw the nurse, I thought heaven was near, but her reckless stupidity turned my lust into contempt. My acrimony for this hospital has exceeded the barriers.




Honestly, it seems these easy things are consuming more part of my day than I expected. I didn’t look out the window, but I’m pretty sure the bright sun is going down. If I had to estimate, I think we were in here for a good 20 minutes.

You mad, bro?
Of course not. Everything is lukewarm.
Okay.
I’m sorry, do I need to fix your sarcasm detector?

Oh yeah, don’t let me get started with how juvenile my brain has been acting.  Every time the nurse was talking, they were making gay slurs about me. Like “lesbian” or “dyke”. Hell, one of them even said “filly fooler.”

Really? Really? They were using words propagated by bronies against me? Jesus, I’m done with my  nuisance of a brain. Time to talk to regular people.

Calm your tits, we were just joking.
Yeah, exactly,



I sighed. “Dad.”

“Hmm?” he grunted faintly while reading a newspaper.


“I-” I pondered on what I should converse with him about. Me and dad never had a proper discussion ever since I turned into a pony this morning. It was either me lashing out at him or... me lashing out on him...



Wow, I’ve been pretty bitchy towards him today for some unknown reason. Why do I have so much enmity towards him anyways? Oh yeah, he’s a human version of Bender most of the time. He also made fun of me for crying earlier, hit me, and kept cracking fucking jokes even though I was mad! That’s enough to make a person or pony flip! Fuck apologizing!



“I’m sorry.” I blurted out.

He lowed the newspaper from his face and gave me a bemused look? “For what?”

Oh look, he doesn’t even know what I’m talking about. I being mussy for no reason! I’m just gonna forget about this...

“For the way I've been acting. I’m been kinda pissed off today because.. you know..” I confessed diffidently while pointing at myself.

He understood the gesture and nodded. “Must be a lot of stress for you, huh?”

I rolled my eyes. “You have no idea, dad. I have been struggling retaining equanimity the whole day."

He cringed. “What?”

Oh yeah, I forgot I need to be careful with my word choice.  Apparently, nobody around me reads the dictionary.

“Well, let me tell you that today has been a heck of a day, but I just want to get past it and let bygones be bygones.” I said while glancing at the floor.

“It’s alright, Shawn. I should be apologizing first, but it takes a real man to come clean, you know?”

I gave a small smile. “So you’re saying I’m more ‘man’ than you?” I asked with mirth in my tone.

He chuckled. “Yes. I am.”

Wow, he really admitted it? That’s hilarious!

I gave a small smile. “You know Dad, I think we can be best friends, as long as you put down the  Jack Daniels.”


His smile sustained. “I’ll try. I won’t promise though.”

My smile faded a little. I forgot that he is an inveterate drinker.

“I don’t mean literally, I just mean-”

“I know what you mean, Shawn,” he interrupted, seriousness in his tone becoming susceptible. “I get it, you want me to avoid going on a drinking binge every night. I’m working on it, Shawn.”

He said this a few days ago and got drunk yesterday. Well, that was because Uncle Ray passed but..
He never liked him, remember?
True, but he seems sincere.

“Dad, I’m not asking you to be too sober, if that is possible; I’m just asking for you to be lucid enough to not do anything you might regret.” I clarified.

“I understand, Shawn.”

One of my eyebrows quirked. “You’re sure?”

“No, I’m ssssssssssuurrrre.” he said audibly.

I wonder how he makes his tongue sound like a motorbike.

I smirked. “Haha, alright.”

You seem happy again.
Yeah, and you guys didn’t make me happy, but the complete opposite!
Make you happy? What? You think we are your fairy god parents or something?
Nope, but I didn’t know you guys were the devils that lived inside me!
We were joking, bro.
I’m not your bro anymore, kid.



“So, Shawn..” Dad said, drawing my attention.

“Ya?” I replied in a tone mimicking a certain rapper, whose name I forgot.

How is that possible?
I dunno, Jessica listens to alot of rap. I never ask, It’s not that important.

“How was going to the bathroom like?”

It took my brain 3 seconds to register the question that was asked.

‘How was going to the bathroom like?’ echoed in my head.

Wow, I never thought he would ask me that type of question. That is pretty....  different? I don’t know how to describe this question, but I don't know if I should respond or ignore it. It is kinda personal; only because someone taking a piss is personal business.  Then again, he is probably trying to bond. I read a psychological book that covers different areas of bonding. Surprisingly, people asking you these questions has a rhetorical facade, but they are dead serious.


I glazed at him. “Well... I guess..-”

“Hellllllllllllllllllllooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” a Cosby-esque voice shouts while  inadvertently interrupting me.
 Thank God.


I slightly cringed at the voice. I’m gonna be honest, that voice scared me slightly. It came out of nowhere and I never heard it before in my life. Well, on the Cosby show I did, but I was expecting the doctor from earlier who calls himself “Oc”.

Yeah, I actually was. No, I wasn’t anticipating him, but  I thought he would be the one giving me the shot or something. Part of me is grateful and part of me is anxious. I’m anxious because he probably would have did a good job since he was a “professional vet”, but that nurse from earlier did a number on me.  Last time I checked, you’re suppose to get taken care of in a hospital not INJURED even more!


“Huello folkes!” the boisterous voice said again. “Awyl be duh on who givs you da shot, alrite?”

I frowned.

What the hell did he say?
I have no idea, but I hope he didn’t say he is giving me the shot.

The man came into my view. I was shocked by his appearance to say the least. His voice and look had no correlation at all; meaning he looked like a pretty bright person.

Yeah, he was a tall African American man with the same doctor outfit as the eccentric one from earlier. Except his pants wasn’t up to his chest, he didn’t wear specially designed shades, and he has a clean cut.

Yep, looks perfectly normal, but sounds like he picks up crystal meth and gets down..... like syndrome.

Plus, he shakes like he is made of jell-o. How is that possible?  I really hope is was joshing when he said he is going to give me a needle, because the way he is moving, he might stick the needle somewhere else!

He noticed my stare, which was evident with  fear.

You rhymed again! You should be a poet!

“Wwell hello dere, hw old dar you?” he uttered.

I glared at him.“Can you repeat that, please?”

Before he can repeat himself, my dad spoke up. “Wait, you’re giving the needle?”

Yes, is he giving the needle or is he a patient playing dress up? No, seriously, where does this hospital gets its doctors and staff? Everyone I saw so far has been fucked up to some extent; at my expense.

You rhymed again!



He nodded.

Oh, I wasn’t hearing things. He is giving me the needle, huh?  Okay, all my Dad has to do is reject it and-

I doubt it. You guys went through all that bullshit just to get it and now you don’t want it?
I do want it! Just not from this guy!

“Where do I pay?”

My eyes went up my head. “What!?” I cried out?

“Oh, it’s free.”

Free....free...FREE! HE CAN SPEAK INTELLIGIBLE!

“What!?” I bellowed vehemently.

They stared at me quizzically.  

“What’s wrong with her?” the doctor, who got rid of his facade, asked my dad.

What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me!?

“You can speak properly!” I inquired bluntly.

He grinned. “Of course I can!”

My left eye twitched a little. “Then why were you speaking like that?”


He gave a merrily laugh. “I’m not only a vet, I’m also a pediatric.”

What does being a pediatric have to do with speaking like a retard?
Do the math with yo stupid ass.

Okay, lets see. He gives needles, he works with little kids, and he presents himself like a funny character from a little kids show. Oh god, mental face palm.

He speaks like that to APPEASE little kids who are afraid of needles. Makes sense, but am I a little kid.

I looked at him sullenly. “I get it, but why were you speaking like that to me? I’m not a kid, I’m 16 years old.” I muttered.

He rubbed his chin. “You’re Shawn, right?”

“Yeah.” I affirmed him.

“I thought you were a little girl.”


Incoming jimmies are about to be rustled. In 5...4...3.....2..... and
My jimmies aren't rustled, but I am confused.
You’re not mad he thought you were a little girl?
No. He looked at the form that my dad filled out.
He still thought you were one.
You’re missing the point, moron. My dad knows my age, and he put my gender as “male.”
Eh, the fuck?
Yup.

“No Doc, Shawn is 16.” my dad  speaks up this time and interrupts me before I can interrogate him.


The doctor leered at Dad. “Why did the forum say 6 years old then, sir?”

He put my age as 6!

A nervous grin came on his face. “I did? Oh, it was a mistake. I was rushing while filling out the paper.”


His look didn’t soften, but hardened a little. “Is that why you put her name as Shawn instead of Shantae?”

Okay, now my jimmies are rustled.

“Uh, yeah.” he said hesitantly, deciding to go with the flow.

I shot him a deadly glare and he responded with a wink. Son of a bitch.

“Well, availing myself from all the jargon and idiosyncrasy” Ooo, I like this guy!  “My name is Ben Gatson.”

Ben Gatson... isn’t the initials for that name B.G? Doesn’t B.G also mean “Black guy”? Oh god.

“Nice to meet you Ben. I was worried for a second, I thought you were-”

“It’s fine! All parents think that! That’ why I eventually retort to my regular self and the kids end up crying about the needle. Basically, I come in acting like a jackass for no reason.” he explained.


That’s.. actually hilarious!

I feel a huge eruption of laughter on my tongue. I tried to hold it back, but it was futile

“Heh heh ha ha heh.” I giggled. Of course, my laugh was involuntarily female, translating the contained laughter into a female laugh. A laugh that was, undeniably... cute..? Nah, if it’s from me, it couldn't be. I have to remember that if it comes out my mouth, it is mine...
No! Okay, let me take it to the basis, when I laugh, I sound like a man..  filly?

I know you’re altering my thoughts, brain! That is not my laugh!
That’s not me, dipshit! And denial!
It’s not mine!
It is mine!

My laughing abruptly stopped.  Okay.... that was weird.

Alright, it was my laugh. I was mine, I get it.

“Sorry for the laughing, Doc. But, that  is kinda funny.”

“Indeed; it’s like I’m wasting my time.” he agreed while turning his back to walk to a desk.

“So Doc, you said the shot was free?” asked Dad.

Oh yeah! I almost forgot! When did the shot become free? My dad told me it was 10,000 something dollars and it miraculously decreased into.... no fee.  

Why? Why did it decrease? I’m actually stoked that it’s free, but I’m hesitant about the price going away with no explanation. It seems.... I can’t believe I’m saying this.

It feels scripted.

Why? Well, first of all, the way my day has been going, I’m expecting something bad to happen to me again. But, this event will involve my family too, or my family’s money. It sounds like the perfect set up from a movie:  My dad keeps his money but gets it stolen from two mooks and then gets shot and killed, the mooks kidnap me, and finally, the mastermind behind this set up uses me for an experiment or something.

Well, I’m not sure about the last part, but it is very possible.



Andddddddd it’s very possible that you’re thinking too hard into this.

“Yep, for some reason, we were informed that the shot was free.”

I deadpanned. “By who?”

He shrugged. “Probably by the government.”

Hmm, he doesn’t know? Something is going  on..... I can’t put my han- er- hoof on it, but I know there is noise going on.

“That’s great, did you hear about what the U.N is planning to do?” said Dad.


The man put on a pair of blue gloves. “Yeah, they turned crazy. I’m glad it’s free. Anyways, before we give you the shot, we need to check you up. Please lay back.”
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“Well Miss-”

“Please just call me Shawn”  I inputted hastily.

Yeah, I can deal with being referred to with female pronouns, that grew on me. It’s not like I can tell the guy to refer to me as a male when he doesn’t see one.  But, I’m not fond of the title “Miss” or anything that makes me feel like a sissy.

He nodded.  “Okay Shawn, I need you to sit in that chair over there.” he said pointing  to a chair that was next to a desk.

I gulped and dropped on the floor. I slowly but surely walked to the abandon looking chair. I easily hopped on it and reverted my crouching position to a sitting position.

“Okay, put your arm on the desk.”

I put my right hoof up in the air without thinking and banged my arm against the desk. “Fu-”

I took a deep breath and bended my right hoof slightly before elevating it, making sure its room is gone.





He removed a blue string from his pocket and grabbed my arm firmly. He tied the blue string around my arm and patted my arm.

He put his hand on his hips. “Well, this is weird. Can you form a fist?”

Can I form a fist with a hoof?

I used all my might to try and form one, but it was to no prevail. I shook my head.

He sighed. “Oh well.”

He his hand around my arm and slowly untied the string. Well, I guess I can’t take the shot since he can’t see my veins.

“So, do we leave?” Dad questioned.

“No.” he said while putting his hand in the cabinet on the desk. “That wasn’t the shot, I just wanted to take your blood.”

“Oh.” I muttered ignorantly.

“Oh! There we are!”

The man pulled out a long needle. That needle looked familiar though, it looks like the flu shot a little.

Wait, the flu shot is a... what is it again?

“Excuse me sir, but What type of shot is this?”

He smirked. “It’s a vaccine.”

My look transformed into an anxious,  fearful look. “Vaccine?” I squeaked.


Vaccine... vaccine.. vaccine...” I repeated in my head.

A vaccine injects something into you

But, wasn’t this shot suppose to take a portion of your blood out that is used for-

IT’S A TRAP!

My heart started to beat. Sweat ran down from the back of my head; I became nervous. They are trying to put something into me dammit!

I gotta get out of here!

I jolted up like a lighting bolt and dashed towards the door.

Ain't no way I'm colliding with a door again!

I halted in motion on my hind legs. I slowly twisted the door open and sprinted out the room.

You can't indoctrinate me, bitches!

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Somewhere else


“Hmm, so far, no person or pony has taken the shot. Maybe I will make this mandatory.” a sinister voice said.