//------------------------------// // Sus // Story: Pony bound // by Shortcourt //------------------------------//  “Wow…” I muttered while staring lifelessly at the streamed video on my labtop’s screen. On the video were two ponies with blood covered all over their body exiting a car.  One was yellow and the other was white. I don't know if it's Kaise or not, but I'm just gonna go ahead and say it is. The camera is really far away so I can't exactly see Kaise's face, but the pony's body looks just like Shawn's. Yeah, that's a mare I guess. Even though I couldn't see the whole action scene, the thing that caught my eyes the most was a white light light up the car out of nowhere. What type of alien is this? Lighting up an entire car? I thought it was an explosion for a second. Anyways, Shawn was right about aliens being real. Never in my life did I- god damn! That's what I call survival instincts if I ever had a small wave of it. I don't know, but Shawn looked pretty shook after coming out the car. I'm starting to think he is calling for comfort even more... Oh well, it's still shocking that the news didn’t show it though. I mean, that typa action should be reported worldwide, right? While a white girl who is missing for like 5 minutes becomes a worldwide story, two ponies beating someone up for their life is treated like peasants from the third estate. This is crazy. After scrolling down the comments on YouTube, which was a lot since the video looks like it’s gone viral, I laughed. Someone said ‘Well, either there is an alien in there or there was horror movie playing in that car that came to life. Either way, it’s stupid.’ I agree, but the first choice makes more sense than the second one.  Like really, a horror movie? Do people try anymore or nah? Anyways, I know I might be making it hot but A LIVE ALIEN! That’s crazyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. How did they end up with an alien instead of a regular cab driver?  That tells me a lot… it tells me that the guy who tried to rob me probably was an alien. WHY CAN’T IT JUST BE PONIES! I sighed. “And to think my only problem was becoming a pony…” I muttered. Well, I’m going to cherish my parents final moments as humans. When they become ponies… it will be a hell of a fight for life. “JESSICA! COME DOWNSTAIRS NOW!” A gruff voice shouted from outside my door, likely coming from downstairs. Man, when Dad yells like that it must mean I did something illegal! Or it’s just an excuse for him to take out his anger on me… “I’M COMING, DADDY!” Oops, I meant ‘Dad’. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “What’s up, Dad?” I said while coming downstairs. He didn’t respond and kept his face turned towards the television. I shrugged and fully walked down the staircase. The smell of some exotic scent went into my nose and caused me to cringe, but I thugged it down and fully walked downstairs.  I walked directly behind my Dad’s couch and stood up on my hindlegs, opening my arms to hug him. Wait, I forgot I’m not supposed to do that anymore. I walked around the couch and stood in front of the television, smiling widely. “Hey Dad!” I repeated while reaching my hoof towards his hand. He looked at it for a second and  pounded his fist on my hoof, even though he didn’t say one word to me.  I took a second to look at  his face and noticed how his eyes were unusually red; he also looked depressed. Hmm, I wonder why? Dad is usually live, but today he is acting like one of those zombies from Michel Jackson’s thriller video. I raised an eyebrow. “You good, Dad?” He nodded. “I’m good, Jessica, but… I  have one question…” Even though I’m trying my best to be a stallion, I still prefer to keep my name. It still is a part of my identity, even though it’s a girl’s name. I don’t care, it’s my name and shouldn’t be changed… ever! Okay… maybe soon it can… I blinked and took a seat next to him. “And what is that, Dad?” His fumbled with his fingers. “So… remember you told me Shawn turned into a yellow pony?” I nodded. “Yeah, I do. What about it?” “Well… I saw something on the news that showed a yellow and white pony kill a man in a cab. Is that Shawn by any chance? Because you did say something about a yellow pony.” My mouth gaped. Wait a second, he saw that on the news!? What channel is he watching? I looked at the graphic bug on the screen thatread CNN. Umm, I was on the same channel and  ain’t see nothing… Oh well, now I finally see it and so does Dad! This is crazy, but I wonder what he wants to tell me.  Is he here to warn me about Shawn being a killer and force us to break it off or praise me for having the ‘baddest bitch’. Haha, I don’t think Shawn would like being called that. It’s not happening probably since Dad looks the opposite of happy. Wait! Are they trying to say Shawn and Kaise killed that ‘man’ for no reason? Oh, I wish they would… I glared at the television and re-read the caption. ‘Two ponies murder a ‘man’ in a taxi who’s body is reported missing.’  Oh, my fault. It’s obvious they are questioning the credibility of the man’s humanity. Hey, I sounded like Shawn in that sentence! Looks like that  planet head is rubbing off on me. “Yes Dad, that’s Shawn. The white pony is Kaise by the way.” He stared at me, putting on his ‘Spike Lee’ face. “What?” I laughed. “So… let me get this straight…. Shawn killed somebody?” “No! It’s not like that!” I groaned. “It was an alien! They had to or else they would have died!” Dad put his hands up. “Calm down, kid, I’m just asking a few questions. Now, we will try this again: Did he kill someone or no?” I sighed and put my head down. “Yes…” I said in a faint voice. “…This, is, perfect!” he exclaimed with excitement. I flinched and looked at Dad with shock. I just told him Shawn killed someone and he shouts ‘this is perfect!’ Who says that type of stuff? Not that it’s bad, but it’s confusing. “…What?” He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me into the eyes intently.  I nervously shifted my eyes away from him and concentrated on the broadcast. “Look at me!” he demanded. “You know why this is good?” I shrugged. “Because Shawn is alive?” He grinned. “Not just that, but Shawn is insane!” I blinked. “Shawn isn’t insane, Shawn just did what he had to do. Besides, I don’t think he would-“ “You fool! Remember when you told me you wanted to be like me?” I nodded. “And I am tough as a frozen chicken! You’re not gonna be tough unless you have a tough partner.” I pouted. “I still don’t get you. Isn’t it bad when a man’s girl is stronger than they are? That’s… degrading, right?” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you’re not really a man, though. But, if you spend time with Shawn, you might be twice the badass he- I mean she is! Also, you’re soft.” “No I am not!” I denied. “Yes you are. You’re softer than the Michelin man.” “Nope.” Next thing I knew, I was punched in the stomach. My eyes popped out as I grabbed my stomach, taking a second to catch my air. “The hell is your problem?!” I spat out, a cough following shortly after. He chuckled. “I didn’t even punch you that hard.” “You punched me!” I screamed, “Don’t do that again!” “Punched who?” A new voice in the room asked. Dad and I turned around and saw a woman holding  a bottle of water stare at us. I frowned and pointed a hoof at Dad. “Oh, nothing, Mom… except Dad just punched me in the stomach to try and toughen me up!” Mom eyes got larger as  she glared at Dad. “Charles, what did I tell you about your ‘brute’ games?” she said in her admonishing tone. He shrugged. “I didn’t even hit that hard. Besides, Jessica said he isn’t soft.” “She, Charles, she! What part of ‘that’s our daughter’ don’t you understand?!” Mom snapped. Dad got off his seat. “We already went through this, Mara. Jessica told me she wants me to teach her how to be a man, and I’m calling our ‘daughter’ what ‘he’ wants to be called! You’re being selfish, simple as that.”  She put her left hand on her hip. “I’m being selfish? What do you mean I’m ‘being’ selfish? You’re the one trying to turn our daughter into a boy, even though we didn’t raise one!”   “Yes, but our daughter is a boy now and should learn how to be one. Besides, Jessica personally came up to me. I don’t know what your problem is,” he replied calmly. Mom glared at me, causing my ears to flatten in guilt. “Is that true, Jessica?” “…Yes.” I whimpered. “…Honestly, Jessica, I’m surprised in you. Why are you trying so hard to be a boy? I thought it was cute at first, but now it’s just creepy. Or what you kids say, ‘sus’.” I sighed. “Because, mother, I just feel the need to be one. I don’t know if it’s testosterone or not, but I have this urge to be. And it isn’t sus since I’m acting how a male should act!” “Really? And here you are, whining over getting punched in the stomach, even though your Dad claims he didn’t hit you so hard?” she snarked. “No, I know what’s going on perfectly now,” she said confidently while raising an eyebrow, “You’re father is forcing you, isn’t he?” Damn, that obvious, huh? I shook my head while putting my hooves up. “Whoa! No, not at all! I’m dead a- dead butt! It’s me, myself, and I!” “It doesn’t make sense, though!” she snapped. “When you first changed you were crying and said you won’t ever come out your room! Now you’re brawling with grown men! It’s weird!” “Now now, Mara, there is something called ‘progressing.’” Dad spoke this time. “Yeah, Mom. I’m just growing into it, you know what I mean?” “Yeah? Well, it’s only been about 5-6 days. And that’s besides the fact, why you playing with him if you know you hate being punched?” she walked over to the couch and sat down. Dad swiftly changed the channel, causing Mom to cast a surprised glance his way. “He called me soft….” I muttered. “What’s wrong with that?” she asked. “Because… Shawn… um…-“ “Shawn killed an alien and I'm saying how great of a couple they can be, especially since Shawn is a strong mare,” Dad answered for me. Mom eyes widened as she mindlessly unscrewed her water bottle. Keeping her eyes locked on Dad, she took a sip of her water and immediately did a spit take. “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” I put a hoof over my mouth. “Oh shit…” I whispered, “Was that necessary, Mom?” She looked at me if I was smoking crack. “Yes! You’re confusing me right now! When did Shawn turn into a mare? And what do you mean Shawn killed an alien!? Aliens!?” Dad sighed. “Baby, we’re in a world with sapient ponies; don’t be surprised. And Shawn has been one for awhile, Jessica just didn’t tell you cause she was afraid. Right, Jess?” I nodded. “Yeah, Mom. I just knew how angry you would get.” “You damn right I would get angry!” Mom shouted, making me flinch. “Shawn being a mare is already one reason why you won’t be seeing each other, but Shawn killing an alien puts a nail in the Pallbearer!” Wow, not even coffin… but pallbearer. Damn. My heart started to pound. “B-but, Mom-“ "Mara, let me explain to you how-" "Shut up, Charles! Why can't you just-" “Let me finish! Like I was saying, Jessica and Shawn are compatible for each other. They can both teach each other how to live as their new gender and Shawn can kill! Do you really want Jessica to date a submissive, prissy thing? If so, a little kid would be able to  rob them with just a water gun.” Besides calling me sweet and chatting ode, I completely agree with him. Geez, I never thought about it like that. It’s like we’re soul mates! She crossed her arms and took a deep breath. Mom looked like she was about to speak, but Dad continued his rant. “And it’s good Shawn had the instinct to kill. If Jessica was in there, do you think she would be able to do that? No. I respect that, especially since that wasn’t a ‘human’. Jessica will be safe with Shawn and Shawn will be safe with Jessica. Case closed.” “But Ray-“ “CLASS DISMISSED!” He yelled while cranking up the volume on the tv. Wow, that was disrespectful. “Hey, can you turn that down?” I said while putting my hooves over my ears. He sucked his teeth turned the volume back to a normal level. I thought Mom was gonna yell again, but she just stayed quiet and looked lost  into the television. I’m not gonna say anything, I’m just gonna let things settle down before I mess it up.  I’m not sure if Mom agrees with Dad or is she just thinking of something to say back, because Mom is a very slow but effective thinker.   But I’m not an effective thinker! What would I know about this? Suddenly, I heard a ring in my ear. Ugh, that must be from the television blasting in my ears. I covered my ears and huddled on the couch. “I’ll get it!” Dad announced. I un bundled my body and saw Dad approach the door Oh, it was the doorbell. Haha, great. I wonder who it could be coming at this time though. My eyes glued to the front door, Dad looked out the peephole of the door for a few seconds, then slowly twisted the lock open. Dad pulled the door open, which showed a yellow pony. What. “Hey Mr.Thompson, is Jessica home?” the pony said while looking up at Dad. ‘Shawn!’ I thought while extending my head up, forcing myself into Shawn’s vision. Shawn took note of me and slid his head on the left of Dad’s body.  “Close the door, Ray!” Mom screamed. Before I got a chance to say anything, Dad slammed the door in Shawn’s face.