Yeah I didn't mind it at all in a dream, being an anthro, but this is reality, and I'm still in possession of the same body. I mean, I'm a pony hybrid, just like Sally. Although, if this doesn't help her, I'll have Luna change me back next time I see her in a dream, if I see her. But as of now, I just want to hold her close, since I'm only going to have her for about a year. That's what bothers me most, losing my sister, who I hold near and dear to my heart.
Holding her close, she stirs slightly in her sleep. I know I'm doing this pony thing to try and do the right thing, but I'm just not sure how mom and Sally will take it when they see me like this. I sigh a deep sigh, just trying to enjoy my last moments with her. How she acted earlier was just heartbreaking. She just exploded right there, for no reason, let alone the face she had. Words just can't describe what I saw, and the look in her eye.
I notice that it's getting dark out, so I reach a hand into my pocket, and pull my phone out. Turning it on, I come to fine that we've been sleeping for a good three hours. Too lazy to shove it back in, I simply drop it on the carpeted floor, and take my hold on Sally again. I know mom isn't going to be very happy with it, and neither will Sally. Especially Sally. But I have to tell them. Just waking up now, so it's too early to be thinking about all of this, so I lay my head again to try and rest. But then there was a double knock on the door.
"Damien, Sally, time to...time to get up." Mom said with a yawn. By now I'm getting really nervous about being turned into an anthro, but I don't believe in lying, so I have to tell her the truth. First Sally.
She begins to stir in her sleep, eventually turning away from me, and settles down again with a comforting sigh.
"Sally, it's time to get up." I whisper in her ear, giving her a nudge, my voice still the same thank god.
"Mmm...what?" She turns back around, laying her head on my now furry chest.
"I have to show you something, but you have to promise not to freak out, okay?" I let go of her, and getting out of bed, I stand so she can see me completely, baking careful not to crush my phone with my hooves.
"What I'm trying to-" She stares at me blankly, so many thoughts rushing through her tired head, I'm sure. I'm only wearing a grey tank top, and shorts as of now, so a lot of my new body should be visible. Soon she begins to make a face that looks like she wants to scream.
"Sally, it's okay. It's me. Damien." I smile sheepishly, sitting down on the bed again.
"What...I...I don't understand..."
"I'll explain later, I have to tell mom too. Can I have a hug?" With a smile, I hold my arms out to her. She nods, and tackles me in a tight grip, with her arms around my neck. My smile grows a little as I hug her back, but then she begins to sob...is what it seems like? "Sally, are you crying?"
"I don't want you to have to live the same life I do! I know I have you and mom, but other people turning you away because of what you are, and not being able to leave the house...I..."
"Sally, I'll be okay. I wanted this anyways. So you don't have to go through it by yourself." I sigh, lightly running my fingers through her mane, and rocking back and forth a little.
"But...but why? Look at you!"
"I will explain things to you and mom after I show her, and I know what I look like."
"I love you so much, Damien."
"I love you too, Sally."
"I will say one thing, though. Your fur is really soft." She giggles slightly as she strokes my chest with her fingers.
I can't help but chuckle a little after she said that. "Thanks. I guess, but I should go break the news to mom, now."
"Yeah, but can you carry me, so I can still pet you?"
"Sure, thing." With a little grunt, I'm able to force us off of the bed, without using hands for support, through the weakness of being tired. Sally stroking my fur is actually starting to feel kinda nice, no wonder she likes being pet every now and again.
"Mom?" Sally calls out as we get into the hallway.
"I'm in the kitchen, making supper!" Moms voice is heard.
"Are you sure about this, Damien?"
"Yes, I'm sure about this. Knowing mom, she'll freak out a bit, but she'll be back to normal in no time."
I slowly make my way down the stairs for a good reason. I feel sort of wobbly on my hooves, so I use the wall for balance. I heard that your big toe is what keeps you balanced when you stand, walk, or run. Well if that's true, I'm out of luck because I don't have any toes! And I don't want to fall with Sally in my arms.
"Too bad you don't have wings like me!" She teases, fully extending her wings out.
"I haven't been the biggest fan of heights, so I'm good with that. Okay, I'm going to put you down so mom can see me correctly." I inform her as we reach the bottom of the steps.
"You were slower than grandma going down those stairs." She jokes, with a small, evil laugh.
"Unlike you, I'm not used to walking on hooves. So cut me some slack." I chuckle, lightly shoving Sally.
Upon reaching the kitchen, I take a few deep breaths to mentally prepare my self for what's about to happen. After a few seconds, Sally begins to try and push me.
"Well, get going!" She snaps
"Alright, alright!" With a sigh, I enter the kitchen. I see mom at the stove, but I can't seem to see what she's making. The smell tells me it's catfish. I fricking LOVE catfish! Her pan sizzles with oil, and cooking fish meat, while she flips the pieces of fish. "He- hey, mom." That blasted sheepish smile takes possession of my face again.
"Hi hunny!" She says without turning around.
"Mom, I...need to show you this, but you can't freak out, okay?"
"Sure, but what would I freak out abou- AGGHHH!!" Screams, her spatula flaying out of her hand. "Who are you!?" She back away to the counter, picking up a nearby fork, and begins to swat it at me.
"Mom, it's me! Your son! I'm sure you'll want an explination?"
"Yes please! I mean just what the FU**!? THIS IS FU**ING CRAZY! IS THE WORLD HAVING A FU**ING WORLDWIDE EPI-FU**ING-DEMIC SITUATION WHERE PEOPL ARE FU**ING TURNING INTO FU**ING PONIES!?!?!" She rants, pacing the kitchen floor with her head on her hands.
"Mom, you're doing what you said you wouldn't do."
"FU**!! FU**!! FU**!! FU**!!"
"MOM!!" I take a hand and swing at her face with a smack. Not hard, just to make her go into "sane happy mom" mode again.
"I...I'm sorry...I...how did this happen? You're a pony now, just like Sally!"
"I know, mom. Like I told her, I wanted this."
"Really?"
"Yes, mom." I nod, picking up Sally who was having a laughing fit due to mom She begins to pet my fur again, and I enjoy every stroke. "You see, last night, I had this crazy dream, where I was what you see now, and...
Five minutes later...
The three of us are crying our eyes out, me and Mom tightly holding Sally. You can assume I told them about being Luna's child. I had to. It was the hardest thing to do in my life. I ended up breaking down before I could tell them the truth, but they were there to support me. Sally is hugging me tight, firmly gripping some fur on my shoulders, soaking my tank top with tears.
"I'm sorry, Sally." I manage to get out through my tears. "I hope I was a good brother." She nods as she cries into my chest, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"You are a good brother." She says with a sniff.
"I just can't give Sally up. She's my little girl! Nobody could ever replace her. And if I lose her, I won't know what to think." Mom sighs, wiping a tear from her eye.
"And if you guys don't approve of me being a pony, I can have Luna change me back next time I see her." I sniff, wiping my tears away. "Although, I'm starting to get attached to this new body."
"I approve." Says Sally, hugging me tighter.
"Well, if you guys seem to like it...I guess I approve as well."
Sally wipes a hand on the end of her muzzle, letting go of me.
I can feel Sally's tears as they seep through my shirt and into my fur, making it wet. "Well, I'm going to go get cleaned up. You guys don't have to wait for me for supper. I'll be down in a bit." I get up, and head upstairs, listening to the sound of my hooves, as they thump on the carpeted stairs, but clop on the hard wood floor hallway.
I head into my room, and over to my dresser, where I see a photog of my dad in a picture frame. I make a long, deep sigh, putting the stand down, and laying the picture flat. He disgraced our family. Anyway, I open my shirt drawer, and search for something that has a big enough collar, so Sally can let me when she wants to I leave me room after finding a good enough shirt, and make my way into the bathroom, which is just across the hall from my room.
I go in, and turn on the light, and shut the door behind me. Slipping off my shirt, I can feel the stickiness of her snot as well, as I pull it off, and toss it into the hamper. I set my clean shirt on the bathroom counter, and I grab a towel from the drawer. Normally I would wipe in circles, but, I don't want to mess up my straight fur, so I only wipe downwards.
I lean my head forward as much as I can, and sniff. I'm taken back by the massive amount of stink from her tears and snot. But then I remember that ponies have a better sense of smell than humans. Axe mah man! Give me good smells! I cheer in my thoughts, making me laugh a bit. My target is in the mirror above the sink, so that's where I retrieve it from. Phoenix is the only one I get, because the others just smell weird, don't smell good, or have too powerful of a smell.
I spray just a small puff on the are where Sally cried, and all I can smell is goooooood!
I put my spray back in its spot, and close the mirror door. I stare at my new form, with the head of a cartoon stallion, and a human body with a tail, and hooves. I notice my fur is sticking out more where Sally was grabbing it, so I run a hand over them to flatten it down. My fur actually makes me look pretty cool without a shirt, but I'm sure mom will want me to still wear one.
I slip it on, and do the buttons. It's a black, short sleevd, button up shirt, with two white vertical stripes on the right side. I leave an extra button undone, instead of just the top one, so Sally has more room to pet. I look down at the rest of me, happy with what I see. It's also a little irritating how my shorts ride up the base of my tail. In the drawer next to the towel one are supplies, like scissors, which is just what I need. I take one of the bigger ones, and I use a blade to make a hole, then from there, I cut a circle out from there, and pull my tail through.
I swish my tail a few times to get a feel for it, and I head out of the bathroom. But first I discard my ripped socks. They didn't survive my feet becoming hooves I guess. Satisfied with everything, I go back downstairs. Maybe a button up was a bad idea. After supper moms going to want us to go to bed, so, maybe this wasn't a good choice after all. I head back downstairs, and into the dining room, where they waited when I said they didn't have to.
"Im back" I say in a sarcastic voice as I sit in my chair. I look down at my plate to see three pieces of perfectly cooked catfish, and green beans on the side.
"Damien, I hope you're not planning on going anywhere."
"Yeah, I know, mom. My clothes and the Axe may suggest that, but I'm not going anywhere. The Axe is to mask the smell of Sally's tears and stuff, and the button up shirt was the first thing I grabbed." Well, that last part was a lie. "But I don't plan on going anywhere."
"Good, because it's almost past curfew. Plus, I'm not sure you want to leave the house like that." She says, stuffing a bite of catfish into her mouth.
"I'm still going to school. I'm just going to have to explain to the the principle and all, my crazy tale." I reply, as I take a sip from my glass of water, which I forgot to mention.
"Should I put you in online classes?"
"If so, you would have to pull me out because, we would have to change school districts, and then we'd have to wait for them to approve me and all that crud. So if you did that, I'd have to wait till next school year to start most likely. And that means I would miss so much schooling, you know?"
"You do have a good point." She says, pointing her fork at me. She then sighs.
"What's wrong, mom?"
"Sally being upset, your father being a jerk, and now I'm worried about you, just going out there like that, plus...what you said before...about that Luna character."
"You don't have to worry about me, mom, I'll be fine!"
"Alright. Its going to take a while to get used to you suddenly being a pony too. You said you like it, right?"
"So far, it's cool, so yeah."
"What about it do you like?"
"The general idea of being something else is why. And, this may sound weird, but I do like having fur." I smile a little, happy seeing how my whole body is covered in the stuff, running my fingers through my furry chest.
"Yeahhh...that was a little weird. But it's your body, sooo..." She shrugs.
"My new body."
"Yeah. Sally, you haven't said a word, what's on your mind?" She asks the little filly, silently eating her fish.
"I don't really have anything to talk about. So, I just let you two do all the gossiping." She shrugs as well, and goes back to eating.
"Hunny, I can tell you've got something to say. So say it."
Sally sighs, but says nothing.
"I'm your mother, you can tell me anything."
"Well, it's just...I want to go to school, too!" She says cheerfully, pounding a fist on the table. "But then again, everybody would probably pick on me." She frowns, sinking in her chair, to her eyes are hardly visible.
"Awe, Gracie liked you, and her friends did, too." I give her a reassuring smile, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe seeing me going to school like this will make you more confident. Not every body is going to hate you."
"Okay. Thanks, Damien. You look good as a pony, by the way."
"Thanks, I hope I look good."
"So, tomorrow is Thursday, and isn't there an assembly at your school for this Deal or no Deal knock off?"
"Yeah, and I put it a craps ton of tickets. I counted like eight hundred. I don't know if I want mine to be chosen. It's like a raffle, where they have everybody's tickets they got in a box, and they pick a random one, and if it has your name on it, you have to go on stage, and take a bag from one of the staff."
"What's in the bags?" Mom asks.
"Who knows?" I reply, as I finish the last of my dinner.
"Wow that was good! Who knew I had it in me?!"
"Who knows?" I say again. "I'll be surprised if we all don't get sick!"
"Well, you pony folk can't eat meat. So you might."
"That may be true, but we have the bodies of a human so we can eat meat." I stick my tongue out at mom, then I finish my water.
"So you say you like having fur, right?" Mom shoots a sly smile at me
"Yeah..but that face doesn't tell me you're going to be giving me any gift baskets soon."
"Keep that tongue in your face, or your fur gets shaved off!"
"Yep! You got it!" I place a hand over my mouth, not saying a word. For a few seconds it's dead silent, until me and mom break out in laughter. "I'm serious though. Don't do that "
"Don't worry, I wouldn't think of it!"
"Actually, you did when you made that joke, soooo..."
"Good point. But, anyway, it's getting late. We can do chores tomorrow."
"Alright." I get up from the table, and collecting the dishs, I take them to the sink.
"You're not going to bed like that, I hope."
"Maybe." I pick up Sally out of her chair, and she begins stroking my fur again. "Sally seems to like petting me, so I'm going either have to wear this, or go shirtless which would be weird."
"Alright, then." She shrugs as she heads upstairs, and retreats into her room.
"So, shall we get to bed?" I ask Sally who seems she's about to pass out.
"Yes, please."
"Your wish is my command." I smile a bit as I head up the stairs, once again, and into my room, where we lay on the bed.
"I wish I had more room to pet you with." She says with a yawn.
I guess it wouldn't be so weird if I didn't have a shirt. My fur would be like a substitute for that. So with that said, I unbuttoned my shirt, and throw it off. Laying down, Sally lays herself on top of me, like most of the time. I grab the covers, and pull them over us.
"Youre like a big, comfy bed, Damien." She whispers, and closes her eyes, her hand slowly comes to a stop from stroking my chest, and she soon begins to snore.
"Goodnight, Sally." I kiss her on the forehead, and lay my head back down on the pillow, slowly giving way into the world of sleep.