I was panting and gasping for breath while I was leaning my head against a wall in the hospital’s corridor. Don’t view me as weak sauce just cause I got tired, it felt like I was running for eternity. This really was a long hallway; no wonder the doctor from earlier was so tired.
Me dipping wasn’t such a good idea if you think about it. Dad probably doesn’t know where to look, a search team is probably formed to find me, and I’m out of breath.
Yeah, I’m the guy that does 50 suicides in basketball practice everyday. Totally believable.
Ugh, basketball practice. I have that tomorrow. How am I gonna explain to coach? How am I gonn- , nah, let me worry about that later. For now, I’m cogitating my actions before I do them.
Okay, maybe I overreacted. Jumping up and bolting out of a room has over exaggeration all over it. I could have just said ‘no’ and carry along. Yeah, it’s true that me realizing it was a vaccination scared the living hell out of me. The whole time I was expecting a needle that extracts blood from you, but I never thought hard about this.
Yup, I forgot the doctor needs to be able to see your veins. Yeah yeah, I don’t think it will be easy to see some one’s veins if they have fur all over their body and can’t form a damn fist!
Ugh, if I contemplated more about the needle, Dad and I probably wouldn’t have to sit in this hospital all day. I wouldn’t get dropped on my head, get mistaken for a plushie, and lose my breath. Yeah, all of this could have been prevented if I wasn’t thinking about silly little stuff like Dante or my species change.
Well, getting your species changed isn’t silly stuff; it’s abnormal. Why am I comparing my brother to turning into a pony?
You have sibling problems; that’s apart of life. However, getting your species changed is a rare occurrence. No, not even rare; supernatural to say the least.
As for being a mare.... that’s weird too. Well, being a female pony is different from being a female human. I would freak out either way, but something I don’t have to worry about is extra stuff on my chest or menstruation...
Something tells me that, lot of stuff could have been inhibited if I ignored it. But, here I am thinking about my circumstances.
I kept telling you that, but you had to keep-
I banged my head against the wall.
Hey! That hurts!
I know. I can feel it too.
Then stop! Don’t punish me just because-
I banged my head once again.
Keep testing me.
...............
No response, eh?
Stupid brain, fusing with the other side of my brain. I thought she would be amiable, but she is becoming more of a fish than my original side! To think she was a self-sufficient one. And to think my original brain was my bro; g’d me to the maximum.
Why are you acting like such a little jerk for, bro?
*cough* Sorry, I’m allergic to bullcrap.
What?
I’m trying to say shut up; You are fully aware of how you are treating me. You call me ‘bro’ but you treat me like a bum.
We’re just playin-
Don’t give me that dung. Each second, you’re getting more heartless and shrewd. I’m use to you cracking small jokes, but ever since that second brain came; it’s like you turned into a class-A asshole.
No! I’m just-
You are not being supportive in the slightest, you’re making fun of me because I am worrying about small stuff that has many hidden sects to it; don’t let me get started on how you constantly say I’m ‘bitching’ . You used to be my friend, but now you’re a masochist son of a bitch. So you can blowjob a gun!
....Bro.... I’m... really sorry..
Oh, it took you this long to say those words? How about if you’re just saying it because you ar- I mean I- whatever! You don’t mean it, you have no remorse or feelings. You made that perfectly clear this afternoon; so take my advice and leave me alone!
Wow, who has arguments with their own brain? Maybe I do need to find a therapist..
Whatever, still, I feel empty inside. I shouldn’t have been so naive! The U.N taking out pony genocide? Like hell! I forgot there are no dictators in the U.N! Well, I’m not completely sure, but I’m positive that no one in there thought about such ludacris.
Now that I think about it, didn’t Mom say something about the U.N. thought the ponies were carrying a disease? A disease?
Yeah, a man with enough money and education to buy someone’s life is gonna perceive the ponies as infectious. More legit than the English regents.
And here I am, the skeptical guy- er, gal like myself, believing that frivolous statement. I’m ashamed. Okay, it’s time to do the math: The needle was a vaccine, and vaccines inject something into you. I don’t know if the needle is supposed to inject poison or something else, but damn.
You know what? When I get home, I'm gonna read up articles on the “alleged plan” by the U.N. If this smells fishy, then I bet finding out the truth will feel brown and sticky like a stick. I just can’t comprehend this; didn’t Dad say the shot was to extract blood? Did he get his information wrong or what? Well, Dad is the same person who accidently put my age as “six” on my forum. He also put down the wrong gender even though I explicitly told him male.
If you look at it, Dad has been pretty backwards today Maybe that’s why he was so neutral when the doctor revealed the needle to be a vaccine?
I lifted my head off the wall, regaining some air to breathe. While I was gasping for air, I realized my mane was in my face. It obviated me from seeing clearly.
I frowned and flicked it from my eye. "How does people deal with this?"
I sighed and sat down. It won't be awhile till they catch up to me. Suddenly, I saw two figures, who looked like they were on a pursuit, come near me.
I wiped my eyes to see if I was hallucinating. You never know if you’re seeing things when you are tired.
“Shawn!” a voice which sounded like Dad called out.
“Yeah, so much for sitting.” I muttered.
I got off the ground by using my fore hooves for support.
Alright, lets do this.
“What the hell are you-”
“What am I doing?” I interrupted, feeling offended. “Dad, can’t you see there is something wrong with this hospital?”
His aggravated countenance remained. “What are you talking about, Shawn? Are you crazy? Here we are, going through eternity just waiting for you to get this shot; and you have the audacity to run out the room like a fool and say there is something wrong with it?”
My pupils shrank. Crap, I expected him to just believe me and walk out. I sometimes think this is a fanfic made by some under age fan boy who is trying his hand at fanfiction. I didn’t expect a novel by Stephen King!
“What’s wrong with the hospital?” the doctor inquired, oblivious to my assertion.
I looked at the doctor’s face, which is graced with bemusement. He seems sincerely confused. Plus, he gave me some subtle hints earlier... I think I got this!
I sighed. “Sir, did you ever see that clerk lady before?”
He shook his head. “No, she is new. In fact, there a lot of new people here today because a lot of our staff has stopped showing up.”
Oh, so she is new! And alot of people stopped showing up because...?
“Shawn!” Dad shouted.
I directed a hard glare towards him. “Dad! Open your eyes! The lady in the front was too fictional, the doctor from earlier was fictional; the lady from earlier dropping me like that seemed voluntarily! ” I bellowed.
His frown softened a little. His mouth opened slightly, but B.G beat him to it.
“You were dropped?”
I nodded. “It was this tall, African-American woman. Had bangs, wore a-”
“She is new too.” he said while putting his left hand up.
“How about the doctor with a shaved half head, filled with earrings; and glasses with green swirls?”
“Yes. They all came from a community college. I forgot the name though.”
Alright! We are making progress.
“You see Dad,” I said while turning my head towards him. “Doesn’t anything sound suspicious to you? Plus, the shot wasn’t suppose to be a vaccine; it was supposed to be like a blood test!”
The room went silent. Dun dun dun!
“It was?” B.G. whispered.
I shrugged. “That’s what he told me. But, why would I need a vaccine? What’s in the needle anyway?”
He sighed. “I’ll be honest; they never told me.”
“So, you don’t know what it is?”
He shook his head vehemently.
Oh snaps! He possesses no knowledge but he is still giving it? If that was me, I would say ‘tell me what it is or you can stick it up your turd cutter’.
“Then.. why are you giving it? Didn’t you ask?’
“I did, but they wouldn’t tell me. They said it was classified.” he said flatly.
Did you say classified? Are you talking to the Black ops, sir?
Still, classified? Wouldn’t that make him a little suspicious that the needle’s effect is taboo? No, that’s retarded. Son, I’m glad I don’t have this guy’s personality. If I wasn’t cautious and anxious; that shot would be inside me by now!
Dad frowned. “That bad, huh?“
He picked me up and cradled me in his arms. “Sir, sorry if we caused any inconveniences.”
My mouth curved slightly as I tried to prevent from scowling, but being picked up isn't helping my case. Not only does being picked up make me feel small and inferior; I had bad experiences while getting picked up. From Dante almost slapping the teeth out my mouth from that random guy conceiving me as a plushie. The only time I truthfully enjoyed it was when Katie did it. Yeah, she owned a pet before; she is good while cuddling them. I hope she does it again when I get home!
Now, I will have to remind myself to punch me in the face for comparing me to an animal and enjoying being cuddled. If I was a baby, it would be fine.
He blinked. “No, I’m sorry for wasting your time. I never thought about it like that; I thought the needle would be harmless.”
He thought it would be harmless? What an acute assumption! He doesn’t even know what the purpose of the needle is, but he is making baseless inferences like this? I don’t know if I should be pissed at the statement or just label the guy as a ‘novice’.
I blinked. “Yeah dude, but the U.N. does want the ponies dead. It can be poisoning.”
He glanced at me. “I hope not. I already gave four patients that shot.”
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Dad and I finally made it back to the car. Instead of sitting in the back seat however, I was sitting in the passenger’s seat in the front. I was actually able to look out the window, but I had to sit in a standing position with my fore hooves supporting myself on the seat. The only problem is this isn’t the most comfortable spot. The seatbelt had to wrap around me a little. It obstructs my movement, but I digress from the comfortable position; I rather see the window.
I’m looking out the window while my Dad is driving. I got to say that it is getting dark out here; everything looks real foggy and gloomy now. I was expecting it to atleast be sunny, but it still is the winter. Despite the scenery, my mood still lightened up after I seen more human turned ponies. We drove by like, 35 of them? That’s quite a lot, but what stroke me the most was how they looked. They looked either sad or lost.
I also realized how colorful they looked. If you put a crowd of ponies together and stand far away, you might see oversized starbust.
I sighed.
What a day: After all the trials and tribulations I went through today, I came to conclusion that the verdict is guilty. Ha, notice how I am using court terms. Why? Because I scrutinized like a lawyer!
I also questioned like one too. Yeah, I might be anxious, but what if I wasn’t? What if I just didn’t care and forgot what Dad told me? Yeah, when you’re dealing with society, you have to be cautious and assertive.
“Shawn...”
“Yeah Dad?”
“Im... sorry for almost snapping at you.”
I didn’t turn around to look at him, but gave a warm smile out the window. “Dad, it’s okay.”
No it isn’t okay. He knew it was supposed to be a blood test, not a vaccine, the clerk lady, the idiosyncratic doctor; shall I say more? No, my point was proven evidently. He was giving me a lecture because of the way I reacted? That could have been prevented if the dude just got his head out of the gutter and paid close attention!
At first, I thought me going to the hospital was pointless. After Dad told me about the shot, I felt him, no homo.
But damn, if I knew what the shot a vaccine from the beginning; I would have probably stayed! I mean, if I knew what was in it. Funny, I expected the doctor to say “it prevents you from contaminating someone with your disease”, but everyone knows that no one is that is illogical.
Pshh, people turning into ponies is a disease? No.. just no. Even if that is miraculously valid; how the hell would they find a cure!
You know what.... I think when people are in shock, they start to neglect thinking.
I took my head out the window and fixed my eyes on him.
“Dad, I would have done the same thing.”
He looked at me bewildered. “Why?”
I know that look, that is the look he gives to me when I say something peculiar. But in this case, he simply doesn’t understand what I’m talking about since I’m being straight forward isn’t on top of my agenda. No, I’m just a pretentious prick who plays around with people’s mind.
“Because Dad, I knew how much you wanted to leave. That hospital was pissing you off, correct?” I asked with mirth in my voice.
He smirked. “Yeah, that woman in the front made me stay longer.”
I knew it!
I chuckled. “So did I, but the main point is that I acted kinda foolish. I should have told you that the needle was suspicious instead of running off like that; I just was shocked. You had the right; you were right.”
His smirk widened. Oh great, I’m stroking his ego.
My smile faded and I closed my eyes. “But, you still were kinda slow.”
I opened my eyes and saw his face turn straight again. Heh.
“You-” I stopped a second to think of what to say. “You told me it was like a bloodshot, not a vaccine. You should have been the person to ask questions, not me.”
He glanced at me for a second, but then put his eyes back on the road.
No response, huh?
“It’s okay Dad, you’re still learning. I know you were trying to assert your authority.”
He continued driving. “Shawn, I wasn't thinking, I was just-”
“It’s cool, Dad.” I said with candor. “Why don’t we listen to the radio?”
A smile crept from the corners of his lips. “Alright!”
If I learned anything, it would be that my dad mood turns happy instantly when the radio is turned on.
He removed his right hand from the wheel and pressed on a button with his index finger.
I just got onstage drippin', pourin' with sweat
I was walkin' through the crowd and gues who I met
My ears perked up at the beat and lyrics.
Could it be? Is it “Just a friend” by Biz Markie?
I whispered in her ear, "Come to the picture booth
So I can ask you some questions to see if you are a hundred proof"
I asked her her name, she said blah-blah-blah
I started to bop my head back and forth slowly. Damn, this song is nostalgic. It reminds me when I first met Jessica. When I was in the.... friend zone...
“She had 9/10 pants and a really big bra!” My dad sung, interpreting the next lyrics.
Okay, I knew he was gonna sing that part.
I smirked. “Dad, reminds you of Mom, huh?”
“Kinda.” he muttered. “I mean, I was a shy kid, I never confessed my love for her.”
My eyes widened. “You were shy!?”
“What chu talkin bout Willis?” I wanted to say. The only problem with that is my voice wouldn’t fit; well, my voice never fitted since it was too deep before.
He nodded. “I was an outcast, a loser, a dork, a fat piece of dirt.” he said while his voice got lower after every word.
I would have never known... not about the fat part; my Dad was always kinda wide, but I never knew he was a loser. I admit it, I thought he would be a bully in school since he had such a dominating and condescending personality. But, he was timid? That’s a revelation fo sho!
“But, I lost weight to show her how dedicated I was.”
D’awwww, wait.. what?
No, no, no times 100000x. I don’t like romantic mushy stuff like that, it’s worse than sandwiches without cheese.
I have to admit though, that is pretty cool. He loss weight just to show how much he loved mom?
It wasn’t for his own selfish desires either!
“That’s really sweet, Dad.”
“Yeah, oh wait! My fav part is coming on!”
““You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
And you say he's just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend”
I sighed. ‘What a goof ball’
I thought just havin' a friend couldn't be no crime
'Cause I have friends and that's a fact
Like Agnes, Agatha, Germaine, and Jacq
Forget about that, let's go into the story
About a girl named blah-blah-blah that adored me
So we started talkin', getttin' familiar
Spendin' a lot of time so we can build up
A relationship or some undderstanding
How it's gonna be in the future we was plannin'
Everything sounded so dandy and sweet
I had no idea I was in for a treat
After this was established, everything was cool
The tour was over and she went back to school
I called every day to see how she was-“
Why do I feel the urge to sing?
“Everytime that I ccalled her it seemed somethin' was brewin'
I called her and a guy picked up, and then I called again
I said, "Yo, who was that?" ‘Oh, he's just a friend’”
I put a hoof to my mouth promptly.
Did I just... sing that?
Yep, I guess my thought from earlier was correct. My matured Sweetie Belle-esque voice has me singing like her, with the pitch lowered slightly.
That is... embarrassing..
You know, I’m the type of person to start singing my favorite songs aloud. Yeah, but you know what the problem is? My voice is terrible for singing; so I do it for fun. But, I guess I can’t do it anymore since I have a pop star voice!
I looked at Dad and he nodded his head in approval. “That was good Shawn! Keep singing.”
My cheeks tinted a little. “No.”
He frowned. “Fine, wasted talent.” he muttered.
I tried so hard to not twitch, but my left eye went down.
Alright, that was pretty good though.
Did I ask for your opinion?
C’mon bro, don’t be like that! I’m sorry! I really miss you! Don’t do this to me!!!
You’re my brain... I’m with you all the time...
You got me doing coke, bro! Don’t let me do coke!
You’re a brain... how did you posses coke?
Bro.... please talk to me again. I miss you! You’re my life! I love you!
Brain..... I’m with you the whole time...
You won’t talk to me though!
Yeah, your point?
My point is I need to talk to you!
Correction: You need to talk to me because you are fueled by my irritation.
No bro! It’s not that! I’m just...
Fudge packing dickhead?
..yes....
I don’t associate with those types.
BRO PLEASE! I’M SORRY HONESTLY! YOU’RE MY LIFE! I WON’T BE A FAGGOT ANYMORE!
Fine. A least you know how shitty you are. One thing though.
What?
Don’t be a jerk..
Affirmative.
You too, feminist brain.
You’re something else, ya know that?
Dad closed his eyes and started to sing again.
“You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
And you say he's just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a-”
I slack-jawed. One of the most unexpected things looks like it is about to happen. “LOOK OUT!” I screamed.
Out the window was a black car that was directly in front of Dad's car; it was driving straight into it and didn’t look like it was stopping any time soon.
Oh yeah, you know how cars’ mirrors usually have small print that says “objects appear closer”, yeah, that’s the case here.
Son of a co-
Dad quickly turned the car left with power. Not primed for it, my body slammed on the door, despite the seat belt being tied around me.
Gah, why am I so light? Aren’t earth ponies suppose to be stronger?
*CRASH*
I heard that!
My face felt hot and my heart started to beat rapidly.-
Dad continued to drive, acting like that crashing sound never existed. Smart move, get out the scene before the police comes to interrogate!
Too bad for me I am now shook. “No... more... radio...” I gasped dramatically.
Dad turned the volume down. and shut both of our windows. “What the hell was his problem? He was driving like he had no control!”
I think Dad may be alluding to something slightly arcane. Okay, no directly, but I realized a lot of the cars were moving in a barbaric type pace. They looked uncontrolled, unbalanced; looked like someone drinking vodka was driving.
Wow, I need to stop blaming everything on alcoholics. I honestly doubt it; who would be drunk in the middle of the afternoon?
How about a smoker? Weed can kill your brain cells, bro.
Are you dumb?
No.
You must be if you are falling for that propaganda. I actually smoked weed before; it feels so good you feel like an animal. It feels better than getting massaged by nine inch nails.
Wow, you hate drinking but you like weed? Hypocrite.
Nothing wrong with weed, it calms your nerves. However, too much of it is a different story. I have no problem with drinking, but I stay away from it because it’s easy to get carried away. With weed, you don’t want to stop but you can still be aware; drinking is different.
You smacked?
I’m just banging with you.
I thought you didn’t bang with me anymore? You acted like a sensitive little - oops.. never mind.
See, this is why I stopped banging with you. You take things too far, you grimy butt-kissing sock devouring-
Kush.
What?
KushShawn. Get it?
Ooohhh, you got jokes don’t ya?
Yep.
What’s the joke?
My friend name is Kaiseshawn. It sounds like “kush”. I smoke kush sometimes, it”s great.
Ironically, I smoke sometimes but never drink. I don’t bang with that angel dust type shit though; I prefer weed. Speaking of Kaiseshawn, he sure will be happy. The kid will finally have a chance to start over me in Varsity.I will be happy to break the news to him, but won’t flatter him. Why? He knows he has no chance of hell if I was still human!
Anyway, back to the task at hand. The cars were on a slight rampage today; if what happened a few seconds ago isn’t an indication. I don’t know, it’s once in awhile where I see loose cannon cars. When I do see one, it’s one! However, today it was a plethora of crazy cars. Yeah, you could tell the car that almost imperil us wasn’t in full control!
I peaked at out the window. Everything was normal, until a certain car caught my attention. It was a yellow Lamborghini in the flesh! I’ve only seen those cars in books or video games.
I squealed and threw my face on the window. Only certain stuff will bring out my inner fan-boy (girl?) and this one of them.
While I was staring dreamily at it, I realized the car was exceeding the speed limit. It was moving over a good amount of 40 miles per hour, which is 10 more.. miles?
I scowled. I would really hate to see the car get destroyed; it would scar me to see such royalty die.
Why is there so many idiots on the road today
I analyzed the driver's window closer and saw a hint of the driver's face. The car was kinda low so it was blurry to say the least. I could only make out white skin- I’m guessing it’s an albino. The car moving in an accelerated pace wasn’t helping my luck. That really sucks, I swore ponies’ vision are better since their eyes are so huge.
Well, it’s.. wait,! I think I got a better signal.
With all my force, I pushed my face to the mirror as I finally got an okay view. It was good enough for me to see the culprit.
Oh god, is it-
It is. I knew it.
Yes, I was right the whole time. I knew it wasn’t a drunk; it was a.... pony. I would have never guessed, the white fur is relatively close to an albino’s skin. It was indeed a pony; a stallion to be precise. No, I didn’t see a horn; so it’s either a pegasus or earth pony. If it’s a pegasus, then why the hell would it be riding a car? Matter of fact, why would a pony be riding a car?
Bro, the hospital. Nuff said.
“Dad, there is a pony driving that Lamborghini.” I said while pointing towards it.
He turned his head towards my window. He directed his eyes back to me and dead panned. He must not be amused.
“Don’t be stupid, boy.” he replied sternly. “No one has a death wish like that.”
I rolled my eyes. “Never mind.”
Why do I even try? Now I know how Katie felt when I use to deny everything she told me.
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Okay, it’s finally here; the moment of truth. After everything; from the car to the hospital... I reached my destination.
“I'm home.”
“We’re both home, Shawn.” dad muttered.
Oh, I’m talking aloud again.. that’s a really bad habit. It’s okay when I’m alone, but how about if I’m cursing someone out in my head and I accidently let it out my mouth?
“Yeah, I’m just trying to be epic. You feel me?” I said while putting a hoof on my chest.
His eyebrows lowered as his face grimaced. “Don’t say that.”
“Why?” I debriefed.
I think he is thinking about it sexually.
You don’t say?
“Never mind.” I said hastily, discarding the idiotic question.
Geez, and I thought adults stopped the juvenile thinking phrase. Yep, even my Dad. I expected better from him to accept slang; especially since he didn’t know what ‘spank your monkey’ means.
Dad reached into his left pocket and rummaged through it for a second. After he finished, he pulled out a golden key.
I sighed.
Once again, I can’t believe that voice is coming from me.
I don’t mean to interfere, but I thought you got use to it.
No, I’m just trying to ignore it and pretend I’m still the old me sans certain material. Mainly fingers.
Don’t forget your-
But not discussing it is the start of my road to recovery. Small nods like my voice might halt me for a second, but do you honestly think reminding me of that will contribute to me recovering?
Erm, no. I have an idea though.
What?
You see, if you use a-
I DON’T LIKE THIS CONVERSATION!
“Shawn, stop fantasizing and come in.” Dad gruffed.
Stop fantasizing? Is he serious?
My mouth formed into a frown while my glowering eyes showed how I felt..
He snickered and submitted to a fit of laughter while entering the house.
What’s so funny? I didn’t bring up your viagra yet!
I shrugged and walked into the house. I’m glad the house is doesn’t have a landing or anything, I’m not good with stairs.
After entering, I used my hoof to force the door shut. I pushed it a little harder to make sure it closed all the way.
I turned around and closed my eyes while sniffing.
Ah, the familiar scent of my home is back. I don’t know why, but that smell always make me shiver when I enter the house.
However, today it made me feel relieved. After Dad and I had a little misadventure, finding out the shot was a fraud, I feel slightly accomplished. What I fear though is how I am going to explain this to mom. She looked so frightened when I left, and to tell her that I went for nothing won’t help her. No, I should actually be pissed that I went through all of those shenanigans only to be slack-jawed by an unpredictable turn of events. I have too much on my mind to do that though.
First is I still have to worry about breaking the code to Mom. Plus, I don’t know what B.G said about ‘they all came from one college’.
Okay, I know what he was alluding to, but this is a conundrum. They all had odd quirks to them. The clerk lady doesn’t need any explanation; neither does the guy who definitely seemed like an ‘Oc’. A shady one to be precise.
Finally, the nurse either was mentally deficient or a psycho on the loose. The bitch dropped me pretty bad. I just got my head bandaged this morning, too! Seriously, I hope she doesn’t handle babies like that. They would probably die.
How she got the job is beyond me.
She promised the gullible manager one free hour every Saturday and Sunday.
My brain could be correct, she was hot. But, if those other two were hired, than I don’t need to speculate any further.
Now that I know they all come from the same place, I know one thing: Something is up and I will get to the bottom line. I swear to Uncle Ray I will.
I opened my eyes to see four figures. It was Mom, Katie, Dad and.. what?
Okay, besides the T.V. being turned on: I’m seeing Mom sitting on the cushion with Dad standing right on top of her (not literally). I then see Katie sitting in her favorite spot on the other cushion. But, she isn’t really alone: There is a green pony sitting on her freaking lap!
You know what the twist is? It’s a stallion! Could it be..
Wait a second! Dante isn’t downstairs, so can that stallion be...
Dante!
Holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy shit! The guy who loathes ponies and almost beat up his own brother for liking ponies has been transformed into one! It also seems he has gone soft; he is own Katie’s lap!
I giggled and slowly walked further into the room.
After walking into the center of the room, I got everyone’s attention.
“Oh, hey Shawn!” Mom greeted jubilantly.
Darn, it looks like Mom is happy again.
Why is that bad?
It’s bad because it will be harder to give her the newspaper.
Oh.
:”Hey Mom!” I replied.
“How are you doing, honey?”
“I'm fine, Mom.” I said while looking at Dante and Katie.
A cheeky grin was on my face while Katie was smiling and Dante was simply staring at me quizzically.
I studied his face for a second. It’s a bit of a surprise to be honest: Instead of seeing anger on his face, he looks genuinely confused. Also, I don’t see a horn so he must be an earth pony too. Seems we’re both screwed, but he is luckier since he didn’t get his sex changed!
Oh well, he is still a pony. Haha!
His inquisitive look then turned into a bemused look. “Shawn! Is that you!”
Huh? Did he suffer memory loss or something?
His voice was deep, deeper than his native voice. But, it wasn’t his. Why would his voice changed? I cringed. “Uh, yeah?”
I then glanced at Katie and saw her trying to contain herself from giggling. What’s funny?
Out of nowhere, he pounced on me. Oh noes! Not again!
Uh oh, I knew judgement day would come.
I didn’t try to resist because even though he is smaller as a pony, he is still bigger than me. While biologically, I’m an adolescent filly. I hate to say it, but it's true. It’s futile. I didn't expect to die today, but my life has no purpose anymore.
I closed my eyes and expected to be pounded, but instead of feeling the fury of horse punches; I felt something warm wrap around my body.
I opened my eyes to a complete shocker. The stallion’s face was on my stomach and I noticed extra appendages on him. He had.. wings! That bastard is a pegasus! Lucky mother- gah, forget about that! I am being hugged by Dante! What the hell!
Wait, I forgot he hugged me before I left. But, that doesn’t explain him sitting on Katie’s lap, or him acting like he forgot how I looked.
Wait, no. This stallion’s hug feels familiar and.. sincere. I obviously knew Dante hugging me was forced.
“Awww.. so cute!” Katie squealed.
“You were missed, Shawn.” Mom said with mirth in her tone.
Missed? Cute? MISSED! I’M NOT BEING POUNDED! BEING HUGGED!
I looked at him with fear. “WHO ARE YOU!” I screamed to the top of my lungs.
After my explosion, the room went silent excluding the T.v. It seemed they were watching the news since the voice sounds like Chris Wragge.
The stallion who is definitely not Dante lip quivered a little, but then grinned. “Oh! It’s me, Jessica!”
‘Jessica.. Jessica’ Those words echoed in my head.
My girl’s name is Jessica...
“Jessica..... is that really you?” I squeaked. Of Course that is her! The tackling me to hug me is one thing, the bleakness in her voice; plus, I’m being hugged! I know I repeated that, but... I can’t believe I thought it was Dante!
She (Or should I say he) nodded with alacrity.
My girlfriend has been transformed into a stallion...
Looks like you guys will have kids after all.
We stared at each other for a few seconds. “You still love me, right?”