Pony bound

by Shortcourt


[InterLude II] Letter

Hello President Obama, my name isn’t important, and I am a pony who use to be a human. Yeah, this is considerably awkward, especially for me since I’m writing this with a pencil in my mouth. Anyways, excuse me if I sound disrespectful, but why is it so hard to enlighten us ponies about the shot? I have been researching the internet for hours in hope to find out the purpose of this shot, but I have come short. Why? Because you guys have never officially revealed the details of the shot, but you have been avoiding questions left and right in a smooth fashion.

Really? Can you stop with the cryptic answers and give us a direct answer? Why should we be forced to take a shot if we don’t even know what's the reason for its existence? That’s not only disrespectful, but it is disappointing. I’m sure you and the U.N settle frivolous disputes like this in a jiffy, but on a whimsy, you guys decided to force a shot on ponies? Is this what you guys decided on or not?I’m not a human anymore, but I use to be and I deserve to have every right a human should have. One of those rights is an explanation, and a precise one at boot.

First you guys said you would eradicate the ponies, now you’re saying you’re going to force a vaccine on them? I’m glad you guys didn’t make up your mind, because both of those are horrendous ideas. Now, if you don’t answer back and explain what is going on, I will assume you went crazy, meaning America made a bad choice giving you a second chance. Or, if you come out clean, you might be able to retain your reputation and save a hundred of lives. I’m not a genius, but I’m sure that shot isn't normal. I hope you aren't giving us a shot that will kill us.

Sorry if I sound blunt, but you and the U.N. were being blunt to your people for a while. It’s horrible that you can’t tell us anything but expect us to acquisitive to whatever you want. Why do you have to hide it? Is something threatening America or what? Or is the stress of running America finally getting into your head? If there are consequences, then don’t back down. What, another terrorist attack will happen? Psh, yeah right. If it’s a supernatural being, I would understand slightly, but terrorist can be stop if you put more effort into your job and spend more money on the military.

And, do you honestly think someone is really going to bomb America just because they said so? Right, so they predicted people are going to turn into ponies, which gave them the perfect opportunity to reach for the weapon, correct? No, if they really were planning to bomb America, they would have done that by now. What will they do with ponies anyways?

I really hope you take my advice. Please don’t disappoint me, President.
~Anonymous

I spat the graphite-flavored utensil out my mouth after finishing my letter. I’m glad it isn’t poisoned, but it surely tastes like poison.

I could have just used my hooves, but my penmanship with hooves is horrible. Also, it feels like I have more control with my mouth. Odd, but it is true, since my writing looks legible compared to the first draft.

I sighed. I could have just had Dante write it for me, but I don’t think he would like that, considering I vomited on his lap.

Oh yeah, the vomit caused a lot of commotion actually. I had to get Mom and tell to clean the room because it started to smell like ass and cheese. She sprayed the floor and put some… I don’t know, but it certainly has a strong scent to it. Hey, it beats smelling that for the rest of the day. Plus, the shattered glass finally disappeared.

As for Dante, I didn’t actually clean that off his lap since Mom settled everything properly. We’re on good terms, I just wish he wasn’t the recipient of it since he did kind of warn me. But the warning turned into a bet due to my completive spunk, which is great.

I was sitting on my computer chair, reviewing my letter. I think it’s pretty good, if not, a little straightforward. I mean, I could have worded things a little different, but I do have the right to be angry, right? The shot is indeed mandatory--I found that out while researching the internet. Another thing was no one knows what the shot is about, and the closest I got to finding out was just pure speculation. I heard something like “it turns you into a zombie” and I heard “it makes you get a cutie mark”, but those were obviously troll comments. So yeah, not trusting anything from a secondary source.

Plus, my stomach has been getting a few cramps the last few hours while I’m starting to catch a terrible headache. I don’t know, but that’s just how it’s going. I don’t think it was meat, I just think I’m getting sick or something. Oh well, I could manage colds well, so no biggy I guess.

“Yo Dante, how does this look?” I asked.

Dante walked towards me and picked the paper up. He looked at it for a few seconds until his eyes enlarged. Okay, I expected him to be surprised, since my letter sounds kinda demanding, but why is he looking so shocked? If Dante were in my position, he would do the same thing, albeit he would add a few profanities.

“Shawn, what is wrong with you?” he questioned.

I blinked. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

He sighed. “Shawn, you can’t send this letter.”

This is why I needed Dante because I am probably looking over things. When I read this letter, I think it is perfectly fine and good enough to send. Though, it would be more effective if I addressed the whole U.N. instead of Obama. But, the closest is the best, right?

I frowned. “Why not? What’s wrong with it?”

“Well, for starters, you can’t threaten the president…”

I gave him a wry look. “How am I threatening him? What are you talking about?”

Dante coughed. “You said ‘ if you don’t answer back and explain what is going on, I will assume you went crazy, meaning America made a bad choice giving you a second chance’.”

I looked at him bemused. “Okay, your point?”

Dante shook his head. “This sounds like you are implying that you are going to tell everybody that the president is a fucked up tyrant.”

Wow. I never explicitly stated that, did I?

“I’m not though, am I?”

Dante scowled. “I never said you were, dumbass. I said it sounds like you are, and how are you going to whine about the president not being sincere when you can’t even put your own name?”

I rolled my eyes. It amazes me how Dante is questioning my direction even though I thought this thoroughly. Yes, making demands like this without giving my name is rude, but Dante has a point: What if the president conceives it as a threat? That’s one reason I didn’t put my name because if that happens, it will be inevitable I will be incarcerated, or even killed.

Yeah, forget that.

“Fine. If you know so much, why don’t you write a letter?”

Dante raised an eyebrow. “I don’t really care abou-“

“Exactly!” I interrupted. “This doesn’t concern you, and I don’t feel like giving my name out because most likely, the president wouldn’t read it. This will cause suspicion, and this will be showcased on the news. This will force Obama to spill his and the U.N’s beans.”

Dante blinked slowly. “Okay… where do you get your ideas from?”

I smiled. “My brain is a great influence sometimes.”

Yeah!

What are you ‘yeah-ing’ about? I’m the one that came up with the idea!

No you didn’t, you plagiarizing shit.

I’m plagiarizing? Okay, when you get originality, you can come back to me you sperm donor.

Damn, feminist brain, I didn’t know you had jokes.

What are you talking about?

Never mind.

Retard.

Screw you.

“I see…” Dante replied.

Dante’s voice snapped me out of my conversation with my brain. What were we talking about again? Never mind, let me just get onto step two.

“Yeah… so, can you like, help me seal this?” I asked, regaining lucidity.

Dante shrugged. “Why? Aren’t you going to give this to the school?”

I blinked, but then blushed after I started to recall my original plan. How did I almost forget? All I have to do is put it in a folder and go to the Ms.Carmen’s office. She has a whole stack of envelopes prepared. Well, I guess I’m done the first process in the plan, which means now I can relax the rest of the day.

“Yeah, I forgot. My bad, hehe…” I giggled fretfully.

Dante sighed. “Whatever. You want to get your ass beat in 2k?”

I shook my head. “Nah, I don’t feel like playing. My head is starting to hurt…”

Dante smirked. “Sure… you’re just afraid, aren’t you?”

Why would I be afraid of Dante? Even though he is better than me in that game, I never back down from a challenge. Dante knows I’m open to playing him, so why is he trying to cajole me to play by using a hackneyed trump card like this?

“No, I’m serious. I’m feeling weird today…” I muttered.

Dante’s smirk vanished. “Come on Shawn, just play through it.”

I yawned. “No means no.”

“Pussy…” Dante whispered faintly, but clear enough for me to hear.

Suddenly, a competitive spark surged through my body. I suddenly feel inclined to beat Dante and ignore this unforeseen pain. “Fine. One condition, though.” I said in a relaxed tone. Dante raised an eyebrow.

“What would that be?”

“I get one more day with the bed.” I muttered in a deadpan tone.

Dante crossed his arms. “Pshh, yeah right. Get out of here with that.”

“C’mon Dante, it’s just one day. I might not even win…”

Dante snickered. “You won’t win.”

That sounds like a challenge!

My eyebrows arched. “How would you know if you can’t play me?”

Dante stopped snickering and frowned. “Boy, you have freaking hooves! How are you gonna hold the controller anyways? Just forget this whole thing…” Dante turned around and started to walk towards the TV.

I rolled my eyes, but then a mischievous smile appeared on my face. “I think you pooms…”

Dante twisted his head around and expressed a bemused face. “What?”

“You’re a pussy,” I clarified.

Dante laughed. “Why would I be scared of facing a pony?”

“Wellll…” I put my hoof to my face sardonically. “You’re like, um, rejecting my offer, even though you seemed confident a few seconds ago.”

Dante nodded. “Yeah, because you can’t even hold a controller. That wouldn’t be fair. Get on my level, child.”

I rolled my eyes. I approached the television set and isolated a controller, picking it up as my eye lids lowered. “Oh, I thought I couldn’t pick it up?” I teased.

Dante scoffed. “Are you naturally dumb or are you making an extra effort today?”

My eyes rolled at the ceiling. Didn’t want to do this, but I am not going back on that couch. “Well, it’s okay. I understand you.”
I caught Dante’s attention as he glanced at me. “What are you talking about?”

I put my hooves up in fake astonishment.. “I mean, I would be embarrassed if I got beaten by a mare too.”

Dante waved a hand. “C’mon Shawn, that’s redun-“

“Then play me. Unless you’re pooms….” I sang, pushing him harder.

Dante scowled. “Fine. Your funeral, girlie.”

I ignored the gender-conciliating remark and grinned. I win again. I’m on fire today.
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“So Dante…” I drawled.

He stared at the screen memorized, mainly at the scoreboard. I came back from a 20-point lead and beat him by two points. Heh, making a run is too easy. It’s all because Dante got too comfortable and I blew up at the end. “What Shawn…” he said in a monotone voice.

I patted him on his shoulder and smiled in his face scathingly. “Remember, I’m really a dude. Never fall for those tricks.”

Dante nodded. “Yes Shawn, I realized that.”

“Look on the bright side; you can take an extra pillow for that cold, hard, and uncomfortable couch down stairs.” I informed him mockingly while giggling slightly.

He glared at me. “Jokes on you. I’m use to it, but thanks for the extra comfort anyways.”
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End of day 2.