//------------------------------// // First morning as an anthro // Story: Wanting to be human // by Vinyl-ScratchDJ17 //------------------------------// "Luna! Luna, are you there?!" I call out into the endless, foggy void. "Um...hello?" Constantly glancing around, I search for any signs of life, or...anything really, besides me, and all this fog I can hardly see through. It's cold here, and the only thing to be heard is my breathing, and my hooves clopping with each step. But, then again, it looks like I'm walking on clouds, and clouds are large masses of dust held together by water. So if it is a cloud, how do my steps produce a clip clop sound? It doesn't matter anyway. Look at me. The only thing I care about apparently is the sound I make, when there is more important things so sorry about. Like...let's see here...losing my sister? My father ending up becoming a total jerk, after coming back from his war in Iraq. Also, my sister being pretty much depressed out of her mind. So much going on, that I'm trying to fix, but getting nowhere with it. Not saying I'm a bad brother. I know I'm a good brother. Mean, I even went and got myself turned into a pony to try and make her happy! I'm not sure if there's anything else I can do, but if I find something else, I'm sure I'll do it. Yes, she 'approved' of me being a pony, but, did it make her happy? I'm not sure, but I hope it did. It makes me happy in a way, too. Yeah, I enjoy the fact I have fur, but I really want to know if she's happy. But as for now, I just want to get out of this place. "Luna!" I shout for probably the fifth time. "I'm here!" A huffy voice comes through the fog, echoing around me. Soon enough, the navy blue, horned, and winged quadruped appears. "Sorry, it was so hard to find you dream, being so far, amung many others!" She huffs and puffs, trying to catch her breath, and looking as if she's about to fall over completely. "How do you find dreams in this place? And were you running, or something?" "First...let me...catch my breath!" She begins to wobble a bit, her eyes the size of pinpricks. And just as she falls forward, I jolt to her side, to hold her up, an arm across both sides of her neck. "Woah, don't go fainting on me now. Just take deep breaths, and relax." I lay her gently on the ground. "Thank you. I didn't think it would take so long to find your dream, then find you." She sighs heavily, laying on her side. "What did you do last time? Where I woke up in your room?" I ask as I sit next to her. "I just teleported you to me. This time I wanted to find your dream for future situations." Luna states, still breathing heavily. "Just teleport me to your room from now on. You shouldn't have to wear yourself out like this." I chuckles, ruffling her mane a little. "I shall remember your generosity towards me." She says with a blush filled smile. "So what did you bring me here, this time for?" "Just to hopefully clear things up, and make things seem more clear." "Isnt that the point? You made that a little redundant." I joke, with a sly smile. "Oh hush." She replies with a roll of her eyes. "So...who is your boyfriend, or husband?" "Oh...him...I don't like to mention his name. He left when I gave birth to...your sister, because he said she wasn't normal. So, I'm single again. Five years straight." She gazes down, with a sad expression. "I'm sorry about that. And my dad was the same with Sally. He called her freak, and what not." It will be okay, though. Need a hug?" She turns her head to me, her eyes filled with tears, and she nods. "Please?" I smile slightly, taking her into my arms, like usual, Hoping I'm doing the right thing. She wraps her forelegs around me, one over my left shoulder, the other around the waist. "Thank you, Damien. I am very greatful." She whispers. "Anytime, friend." I stroke her mane, running my fingers through the strands. From the way her mane looks, all flowy and whole, I didn't think it was made of actual hair. "Friend?" She looks at me, her eyes glitstening from her tears. "Yes. Friend." "Thank you. I haven't had a friend in so long!" She hugs me again, tighter this time, resting her head on my chest, lightly sobbing. As much as this feels weird, I'm at least happy I can make her feel better. "Your fur is very soft, Damien." She smiles, nuzzling my chest. A second later, she gasps, and quickly removes herself from me, blushing furiously. "I am so sorry! I probably just made you feel really uncomfortable. "Thanks for that, and yeah I was a bit weirded out by it, but it's cool." "Are you sure? Anyway...we have more important things to talk about." "I'm fine, Luna. Next time, just warn me if you're gonna do that. You know, so it doesn't happen again." "Alright." "So what did you need to tell me?" "Just that...I'm sorry about all of this...and your real sister..she's really depressed as well. I'm not sure what to do about her. I...I've tried everything, but I can't seem to make her happy." Luna sighs, and sits down again. "I know the feeling, Luna." "Anyway, how's it going so far, being a pony and all?" I can change you back if you want me to, but, no matter what, you'll be a pony while you're here." "No, I'd like to stay this way. Sally seems to like it, so maybe it will relieve some of her stress. And, as I told my mom, when she asked, I told her I like having fur most of all." I can't help, but look down, smiling, seeing my soft, yellow fur, covering my whole body, which makes me very happy. I gladly stroke my chest again, feeling my fur between my fingers. I never thought I'd like being completely covered in hair, but I do. A lot. Yes it's strange in some ways, but haters gonna hate! "I see. I wish I could speak with you longer, but you need to wake up, and get ready for school." "Alright. See you later Luna." I take her in my arms, hugging her one last time. She gasps, and hugs me in return. "Thank you, Damien. You're a really good friend." She smiles, nuzzling my chest again. She's been through a lot, so I'll at least let her have something. "I assume you wanted a hug, so I decided to give you one." "I am truely greatful for your kindness." "Anytime, your highness." She removes herself, and her horn begins to glow, and everything around me goes black. I wake the same way I fell asleep, with Sally laying on top of me. She's just so adorable when she's sleeping. But isn't like that with all young children? No, because Sally is far cuter. This would be a perfect moment if I didn't have that blasted alarm, beeping non stop! But, since I'm sure I'm going to be seeing Luna every night, and she's generous enough to wake me up when I need to, I can finally get rid of that thing. With a smirk, I hit the off button, and toss it into the waste basket by my door. Then the worst part of the morning. Leaving Sally alone, so I can get ready for work..well...school to be exact. So with a sigh, I gently lay her on the bed, and I sit up with a stretch, and a yawn. At least she didn't wake up. With a gentle smile, I reach a hand over and rub her mane. With another yawn, I head over to my dresser for a change of clothes. Being lazy, and groggy, I pull open a drawer, and I grab the first things my hands touch. A grey, short sleeve shirt with the image of the ACDC logo, and some torn Jean shorts. Yeah, a cruddy set of clothes, but so what? With a shrug I head into the bathroom across the hall, and change my clothes. I have to cut a hole in the back again for my tail, but it annoys me how the rim of my shorts rubs against the base of my tail. After doing so, I swish my tail a few times to work it's way through. I notice my fur is all messy where Sally slept on me. It's all swirly, and messed up. So I grab a brush from the supplies drawer, and I get to work, straightening it out. After that's done, I slip my shirt on. I don't think the whole 'fur being a substitute for a shirt' thing will work at school. Although I wish it would. When I'm done in the bathroom, I make my way downstairs, seeing mom at the table. "Morning, mom." I yawn as I go into the kitchen for some breakfast. "Good morning, Damien. How did you sleep?" Mom asks in a tired voice. "I slept good. What about you?" "I've been up all night, worrying about you and Sally. Are you sure you still want to do this?" She walks over to me, as Ibegin to prepare some feral for myself. She puts a hand on my shoulder, giving me a face of concern. "I know I'm a pony and all, mom. But, I refuse to skip school. Yeah I don't really like school, but I have dreams I want to accomplish!" "Okay. Just making sure you're going to be okay." "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me .Try to keep Sally happy." I give her a hug, running my fingers through her hair. "Okay, whatever you say. I just love you both so much!" She tightens her hug, sighsing a bit. "We love you too, mom." I smile at her as I finish making my bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. "I'm just worried that you'll get picked on because of this." "Mom, since when do I care about what people say, when I don't even know them?" I ask, as I take my first bite. "Yeah, you weren't the easiest to bully from every tale you told me over the years." "True." "You better get going. Unless you want me to drive you to school. Yeah we're just getting into winter, but the cold weather is already getting to the single digits!" "Yeah, you're right, but you don't need to drive me. I'm sure grandma won't want to drive in this cold weather, and Sally really needs us. You as of right now. Besides, I can handle it. I have fur, remember?" "I guess you're right in each of those facts, but...just what about fur is it that you like?" She takes one of my arms in her hands, running a finger from my wrist to my elbow, watching how each hair flicks up, then falls back down again. "I guess it's because I like the way it looks on me, plus it feels so nice! Also because, in situations like these, it will help keep me warm! So, I'm happy that I have fur." "I was just curious by the way. Not saying you shouldn't like it. And I'm glad you're happy." "I know, mom. Thanks." "You should get going now. Don't want you to be late, plus it might take a while to have to explain this to the principle." "Alright. Bye, mom, I love you. And I also need two bucks for the bus, because I can't use my ID, since I no longer look like my older self." "Of course!" She reaches into her pocket, and pulls out two dolllar bills, which I put into my pocket. "Thanks, mom." I smile, hugging her tight, before leaving, and beginning my biking voyage to the bus stop. The wind I'm sure is very cold, but as I said, my fur keeps me warm. Plus the wind feels so good going through it. I make a smug grin that everybody else has to deal with being cold, as to where I have this great gift keeping me nice and toasty. I make sure to sit on the tip of my tail, because, if I don't, it might get stuck in the spokes, which would he an embarrassing thing to experience. But that doesn't happen as I reach the bus stop after biking for so long. Normally, I'd be out of juice by now, but I think being a pony has given me more strength and stamina, which I would also be grwatful for. I pull my two dollars out of my pocket as the bus comes to a stop. The door opens, and when the driver sees me, he says nothing for a while. "What in the world kind of costume are you wearing?" He asks, his voice is very deep. "Oh, this is no costume." I smile, putting my bills into the machine by the driver. He just looks at me strange for a few seconds, and everybody else on board starts to do the same. I guess, sometimes being the main attraction isn't always a good thing. I notice how a couple of the six or seven passengers move to the back, while giving me strange looks. It was to be expected, and I did expect it as I boarded. I'm not offended to how they react, because who knows how anybody will react to seeing a living, breathing, talking, humanoid pony? The girl a few seats down from me, looks to be about fifteen, with her wavy auburn hair, that bangs in front of her right eye. I see she is taking out her phone, and looks as if she's about to take a- FLASH "Hey, can you warn me if you're going to do that?" I deadpan. "Wow, you can really talk! I thought I was just hearing things before!" She smiles, getting up from her seat, and sits next to me. "Uh...Yeah, I can talk." "What are you?" She asks, tilting her head. "I'm a pony. A stallion, so I'm a dude." "That is so cool! So...what planet do you come from?" She wonders as she begins to stroke my arm. "Earth. Why I'm a pony like this, is a long story." I lean over and whisper in her ear. "I used to be a human!" "What!? How is that possible?" "Want me to explain the whole story? Might take a while. I think I have time." "Please please please!!" "Alright, then." I shrug my shoulders, and I begin telling her my story. "That is so AWESOME!!" She squees. As I come to a finish. "But, then again, it's really sad." "Yeah, pretty much. She's the most important thing to me. And within a year, I'm going to lose her. I only had Luna keep me like this, as an attempt to make her happy again. She did seem more cheerful around me yesterday, when I showed her. She really seemed to enjoy stroking my chest, and she laid on top of me, rather than by my side. She said I was like a big comfy bed." "Its because you've got all that fur on you." She giggles, still stroking my arm. "Its really soft." "I get that a lot." I chuckle a little, letting her take my arm. "I haven't been a pony for a whole twenty four hours yet, and I'm already used to it. Let me guess, you're going to ask what I like most?" She nods. "Third time I've been through this." I chuckle again. "I enjoy the fur mostly. Happy?" "I can see why." She smiles, rubbing her cheek along my arm. "I wish I was a pony, too." "Okay, I was just fine with the petting, but that's a little creepy." I deadpan, taking my arm back. "Okay, I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" She gives me the pleading pouty face, clasping her hands together. "Fine." I give a little smirk as she resumes stroking my arm. "Did I ever tell you my name?" She asks. "No, you didn't. But since we're at the matter, I'll tell you mine. It's Damien." "I'm Katie." She smiles a little, reaching a hand out towards me. Huh. I didn't know some girls were so formal. I take her hand in mine as we shake a few times. I look out the window, seeing my school in the short distance, through the frosted window. No I don't mean somebody put frosting on it, either! "That's a nice name. But this is my stop." I shrug, pointing at the school. "Oh my gosh, you go here too!? That's so cool!" She smiles, and hugs me tight. "Yep." Boy this girl is strange. She seems happy, but a little too much energy for me. I chuckle, returning her hug, just to be nice. "Hey, are you single?" "Yeah, why?" "Maybe you'd like to go out on a date with me sometime. You seem like a really nice guy and I want to get to know you better. I'm not, asking for like right now. I'm asking if at some point, that we can." "Maybe. But, don't you think it's really early to be asking me out? We just met." "I know. That's why I didn't ask to go out today. I meant as if you ever feel you want to, that we can." "That makes sense. Maybe someday, though. For now, we're just friends alright?" I ask as the bus comes to a stop. "Okay. Also know I'm kind of a cuddly person." She smiles, laying her head on my chest. "You don't mind, do you?" "At least you're letting me know. And I'm fine with that. But you're cuddly needs will have to wait." I stand, helping her up. "Alright. I can still lean on you while we walk, right? I do that with all of my guy friends so don't take it the wrong way. "I don't mind." I can't help but smile from her adorableness, as she lays her head on my shoulder, and puts an arm around my stomach, and back. "Sorry, I'm also kind of weird." She giggles a little. "I noticed." We get off the bus, and back into the cold, and cloudy day. "Can I pet your chest?" "Normally I would be fine with it, but I feel really weird right now. First day going to school as a pony and all, and I don't want to feel any weirder." "Awe, okay. Everybody...almost everybody is looking." "I know. As much as it feels weird, its cool, knowing I'm the only human turned pony here." "Wait. You said your name is Damien, right?" "That's my name!" "Okay. Just making sure. I forget names easily." She rolls her eyes, with a sigh. "No biggie. Anyway, I have to go to the office. Try to convince everybody who I really am." "Okay. Can I stick with you?" "That's fine with me." "Thanks." She sighs happily, then I feel four fingers running through the fur on my chest. I guess there's no stopping her, plus this feels really nice. "You're such a rebel." I joke. "I'm sorry. Your fur is just really soft." She giggles again as we enter the school. "I know. I guess you can pet me if you want. It does feel really good." My tight ear twitches a little from the feeling of my chest being pet. A smile forms as we head into the office. Sadly we have to separate now. The staff doesn't like to see and of that kind of stuff. they've apparently been working here for at least a third of their old lives, because they brag how they've worked her for a good thirty years or so. Sitting at a school, doing nothing but staring at a computer all day isn't something I would brag about. They see me, as well as the other kids in the room, and more stares. But I can't blame them. I would probably do the same if I saw what they're seeing. I notice an African-American to my right, trying not to laugh. I simply wave my hand, with a lop-sided smile, as I approach the counter. "Hi...I'm uh...I need to see Mr. Butt Sniffer, if he's in." Except I didn't say Butt Sniffer. I wish I did. "Um...yes. he's...in his room. Be right back." The brown haired lady stutters, as she motion for me to follow her. As we approach the room, I see that Katie is still right behind me, and the smell of lavender coming from his room.becomes more obvious. Maybe that's why she's following me. Chicks love the smell of lavender. I also feel her running her fingers through my tail. I mentally roll my eyes, as she can't seem to keep her hands off me. I'm not that type of person that hates being touched, so I let her be. The secretary (the lady) pokes her head around the door to the principles office. "Mr. Hartches, there's two...children here to see you. "Let them in." He says "You two can go in." She then makes a disgusted face, and hurries past me. Guess she doesn't have the same interest in me as Katie. But, then again, I'm very greatful for that. The last thing I need is an old woman, who is obese, to have feelings for me. Not sayin I hate obese people, I'm just describing what she looks like. Me and Katie enter the white room with sodden floor boards, and window frames, and various school related posters on the wall. Mr. Harches is at his desk, doing paperwork, like usual. But then again, he's the principle. Just imagine the mounds of it he has to do. His face goes blank, like everybody else, as me and Katie sit in the two chairs in front of his desk. "Hey there...this may take a while to explain." I say nervously, rubbing the back of my neck. Katie scoots closer, leaning on me, as she strokes my chest again, with what little of my fur, that shows beyond the collar of my shirt.