Shes my little sister and i will do what it takes to see her smile once more
When a mother gives birth to her second child, and first daughter, nobody suspected she was going to be an anthropomorphic pony. And when all else goes wrong, Damien, the brother of the newborn child, takes matters into his own hands to care for his little sister, no matter what. All she wants, is to be a normal human being, and live a normal life. Guess life doesn't go the way she wants it to.
Today is finally the day. After a long nine months of waiting, My mom finally gives birth to my little sister. I just didn't know the twist that came with it.
Sitting there, just outside the room, constantly hearing the doctors encourage mom to 'push'. I sat there for an hour or two, just waiting and waiting for it to happen. At first I was completely anxious to see what my sister looked like. But as time slowly progressed, and mothers shrieks of pain leak through the door like water from a faucet, I grew bored, and impatient.
Being only twelve, I don't understand how all of this is supposed to work, nor how this this is supposed to take. Or how much longer it will be. I promised mom that no matter what, I would hold my sister as the most treasured thing to my heart.
And, my name is Damien by the way. The only real semi-cool thing about me. You could say I'm one of those kids who does what they can to fit in and be noticed by people. And to be liked. That hasn't really been the easiest accomplishment for me, suffice to say that I'm more of like an outcast in my school. Mom always tell me that I'll fit in someday.
Anyway, back to the main subject at hand.
I remember all of the cat scans I went to with mom to see how the baby was inside her belly. She was just a normal child. But, went they came out, and I was allowed to go in after they had cleaned up, I wasn't ready for the surprise that was awaiting me inside that room.
Everything was going normal, and smoothly I guess. But when I heard the baby's cries, told me they had successfully delivered the baby. Only if dad were here right now, But as we speak, he's off fighting a war in Iraq.
After the sound of my sister crying, I heard a loud, muffled scream, that seemed to have come from my mom. Other people, and doctors passing by, stopped for a short moment to hear the commotion, until the fact that they're in a hospital got to them, that screaming is expected once and a while.
Is was a bit longer of a wait, since like I said, they had to clean up. I know where babies come from, but not how they're made. But, from all of the screaming mom was making, I would assume there would be quite a bloody mess. Now I know that sounds like something out of Harry potter, but by bloody, I mean bloody.
Another ten minutes had passed, while the doctors and nurses were scurrying to and fro, and I was givin the all clear to go in.
The usual cold breeze of the average hospital room was there to greet me as I walked in. With a small shiver, I begin to take in the rooms features. It wasn't one of those boring old rooms that had way too much white. Rather, it had modern wood paneling along the walls, and grey tiling. On the opposite side of the room was a window that took up the entire wall, and yellow curtains haging from the rods, pushed to the side to let in some light.
I see mom on the hospital bed, of course. Cause why would they give birth to a baby on the floor? She seems to be crying? But why?
"Mom?" I ask quietly, as I slowly approach the bed.
I know it's okay to cry when you give birth to a child, but this doesn't seem like the happy kind.
"Mom?" I ask again, after getting no response whatsoever, with my high pitched, prepubescent voice. "What's wrong mom?" I finally reach the bed's side, and she tilts the baby a little just so I can see her face.
"Say hi to your little sister, Damien." She replied, with much distress in her shaky voice.
When I see her face...I don't see a face belonging to that of a human...more rather like some sort of an equine. Her pink furred face, and pointy ears at the top of her head, instead of the sides. the hair is more of like a hot pink, but black on the left side.
"Is this...some sort of a joke, mom?" I ask quizzically, suprisingly baffled as to where my baby sister may be, and here my mother is holding a pink pony plushie.
"No, Damien. This is your sister." She holds her out as an offer for me to carry her. Before I can react, my arms do so on instinct, taking the child, wrapped In a white blanket, into my arms.
The crying had stopped almost as soon as I had walked in. This...pony child, moves about in the blanket, trying to get more comfortable. It reaches a hand up to rub one of its eyes.
Wait. Ponies don't have hands...they have those hoof things. I noticed her arm, and hand are also covered in the same pink fur as her face, so this is where I assume she's furry all over. I decide to un ravel the blanket to see her better. I was right about the fur for starters. From her back, her spine adorned a Pink tail, with a black stripe along the right side. Along with the tail, from the top of her back, were two, small wings, with tiny feathers. And at the end of the legs were not feet, but hooves. And based on from what I see from the shape of the legs, that she may be bipedal.
My mind is blown. Just blown. My little sister was normal in every way, now this is what she's like when she comes out? some humanoid pony thing? As well as I am confused, I'm just really happy that I'm finally able to be holding my sister.
A smile forms on my face, as I cover her back up, and begin to sway her from side to side.
"She's adorable mom." I stroke her hair, or mane would it be? That is until one of her hands reach out and takes my right pinky into captivity. "She's not human, but she's still the most adorable thing I've ever seen." I give mom a smile, which she smiles back to.
"I'm glad you think so." Said mom, in a sweet tone, smiling at me.
I watch as she opens her eyes for what I guess is the first time, and she has the most largest as majestic brown eyes I've ever seen.
"Hey there, little one." I coo, rubbing her soft cheek with my thumb.
She stares blankly at me, probably wondering who, where, and what she is.
Immediately I know this is going to be a struggle in many ways, but no matter what happens I'm gonna be there for her.
I smile again, as I kiss her on the forehead, her fur tickling my lips a little. I give her back to mom, who is showing a smile of happiness that she can finally see her daughter, but inside, I'm sure she's wondering the same thing I am.
"I love her mom." I said gently, reaching out to stroke her mane again.
"I love her too. I just hope this doesn't Impact her life in a bad way."
"I hope so too mom."
For a while, we sat there on the bed, reveling in the fact the a new family member has just been born. Although she is very different, we still love her.
Mom lets me hold her for the majority of the time, which I was thankful for. Along with the fact that's she has a half human body, she seems to be making the sounds a baby human child would make. Maybe she will even posses the ability of speech.
Being just a newborn foal, I guess, she's a bit whinny. She cries just like a human child would. And it's cute how her ears fold back when she does, and perk back up when she stops. She smiles every now and again, but for short times.
After a while of seeing her, she seems a lot like something out of a cartoon, and shouldn't exist! But she does, and I'm happy for that. She also got tired of being in the blanket, and made a fuss of squirming about to get free from her enemy. Mom of course took it off, and sure enough, she was happy again, for the most part.
My favorite thing about newborns, is that when you put your finger in their hand, they tend to grab it, and sometimes suck on the tip of your finger.
We began playing with her a bit on the bed. We sat up, and set her down. Again, just being a newborn, she doesn't know how to sit up, so she just lays on her back. Just for silly hopes, mom would stand her up, her hands under her armpits, but she wouldn't stay up. And no we didn't just let her fall either.
It was cute how her tail swayed side to side while mom stood her up. when we gave up on the standing up thing, mom lays her back down.
With a sigh, she sits there, studying how this was even possible, for her to give birth to such a creature. I can tell she's thinking about something. As she does, she goes to give her a belly rub.
"So...what's her name, mom?" I asked, finally breaking the speechless silence.
"I was thinking something along the lines of, Sally, maybe. What do you think?"
"I think it's a fine name." We both share a sincere smile.
I pick Sally up, and hold her in my arms. She's so small, she's only about the size of a college football. That's large for a football, but small for a child.
"Did they weigh her, mom?"
"She weighs six point two pounds."
"Explains why she's so small." I rock her back and forth again, smiling all the while. She stares back up at me with eyes at such an impossible size. It doesn't even looks like she has room for a brain in there!
I begin stroking her arm, her fur is soft against my fingers.
"I just hope she can live a normal life like this. And I hope that some stupid government agency doesn't try to take her."
"I would be devastated if she was taken away."
"I know. I love her so much already...I" She tries to continues to speak, but only begins to cry again. Mom takes Sally from my arms holds her close, trying to calm herself. "I don't want them to take my daughter!" She continues to mope, softly rubbing Sally's head. "I know she's different. I know, but I love her very, very much! I just hope your father will think the same." With a few breaths, and sniffles, she finally stops crying.
"I'm sure they won't take her from us. Besides, you legally own her, so that can't take her. And, when do we get to go home?"
"Maybe you're right. And as soon as the doctors discharge me. Which may be a while. they'll probably want to make sure her body is functioning correctly before they let me go."
"I guess so."
"Grandma is taking care of you at home, right?"
"Yeah, she is." I reply, giving her a nod.
"That's good."Maybe I should call her to take you home. You are probably wanting to play your minecraft games, and such."
"Actually, I wanna stay here, mom. I mean, I want to be able to spend time with you and Sally."
"Alright then." She reaches her free arm around me and pulls me into a hug. "I love you both, with all of my heart." She then kisses Sally on the forehead, then me. "I'm very proud of you, Damien, for keeping your promise."
"Thank you mommy. C-can I hold her again?"
"Sure, here you go." She says, giving Sally to me.
Sally looks me in the eye, and smiles, her beautiful brown eyes, sparkling in the light.
I swear on my life, as long as we're together I will do my best to protect you, and be there to support you when you are sad. As your brother, I promise to love you as long as I live.
Two months later...
"Mom! Sally's got a poopy diaper!" I shout from Sally's room.
Originally it was just a small storage room for a few things, like clothes and toys and such. But, with finding out Mom was pregnant, we had it converted into a bedroom, with a crib, a changing area, and a small space for her to play.
She's very smart for a filly of her age. Just two months old, and is already learning to speak! She can only say a few words like mommy of course, and she also somewhat learned to say my name. Instead of Damien, it comes out as Dayeean. It's so cute. We didn't know she could have the capability to talk at all with the muzzle of a pony. well, it's not long and weird looking like an actual horse, or pony. it's small, and rounded instead.
"Okay, bring her down so I can change her!" She shouts back.
"Wanna go up, Sally?" I ask the small pony, holding my hands out to her.
She nods, stumbling a little to get to her hooves. She can stand but for a short period of time. I pick her up, and hold her with one arm around her back, and a hand under her tush.
"Eeewwie!" She pokes a finger on her butt, telling me she's got stinky poopoos. Her ears splaying backward as she says it, then standing back up.
"Yeah, we gotta get you to poop in the toilet!" I chuckle a little as she tilts her head in confusion, as if to say "What's a toilet?"
"Sawwy go poopoo!!" She says with a little giggle.
"Yes you did!" I coo as if congratulating her.
I carry her downstairs to mom, who is on the living room couch with a diaper, and rash cream on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"Did my little pony go poopies in her diaper wiaper?" Mom asks, taking Sally from me.
Sally nods in response to mothers question.
"Oh, yes you did, and it's stinky! It's time to change you!"
Mom laugh a little as she lays Sally on the couch, pulling her khaki shorts down to gain access to the diaper. Along with the shorts, Sally is also wearing a white shirt with blue overalls over it, with an image of a butterfly in the center.
It's a bit different when it comes to changing her clothes and such. Because, having a tail and wings, mom had to cut holes in all her shirts, jackets, sweaters, and pajamas for her wings, and a hole in her pants, and shorts, and snow pants, etc for her tail.
So, before she can just slip the diaper off, she has to pull Sally's tail out of that hole, then pull the shorts off. She gets to cleaning Sally's hind quarters, and I don't watch of course. I stand by patiently until she's done for me to throw away the diaper.
"If only you knew how much harder this is when she has all this fur, Damien." She says sarcastically.
"I bet."
"Here, throw away her diaper." I hear a tumping sound on the table, which I come to find was a very stuffed diaper indeed on the table. As I get closer the stench just gets worse and worse. But I'm not gonna describe it.
After She finishes changing Sally's diaper, she immediately crawls down from the couch, and makes her way to me. Within just a few feet, she stands up, reaching out for me again.
"Sawwy want up!" She cries.
I laugh a little as I reach down to pick her up.
"Who's the adorable pony?" I begin to coo again. "You are, Sally!" I take a finger, and boop the end of her muzzle. "You're the cute pony!"
She giggles, and squirms a bit, then hugs me.
I tell you she is the cutest thing you will ever see. Luckily for me, I get the only pony human sister ever! And I mean that in good terms.
She nuzzles her head into my neck, which she tends to do whenever I carry her.
I just hope that even when she understands she's different that's she'll still be as happy as can be.
I remember, two or three weeks ago, is when she first said my name;
"Damien, bring Sally down, it's time for breakfast!" Mom had yelled up to me from the kitchen like every other morning.
I got up from bed, got Sally out, and also like every morning, I tried to get her to walk. But she's been unwilling to learning this. She would take a step or two, only because I would gently pull her along. Then she would begin to whine, and beg for me to let her go, or just pick her up.
So, like every other time, I give in to her pure adorableness, and pick her up. Also, with her being a Pegasus, I hope to get her to learn to fly sometime.
Anyway...I get downstairs, not carrying Sally this time. She had the idea of having me drag her along on my leg. Still being only a sixth of a year old, she's light still, and didn't do much to slow my walking.
When I get into the dinning room, mom has plates with French toast, eggs, bacon, and a glass of milk for the both of us, ready on the table, and a bowl of baby food for for Sally on the high chair.
"Where's Sally?" Mom asks, completely unaware of the fact that's she's hanging onto my leg.
"Down here." I point to my right foot, that has fallen asleep, from having Sally sit on it.
"Now that's just too cute, Damien."
And that's when she said it. Sally look up to me, and raised her hands up, wanting me to carry her, so I did. Then, she points at me, with a finger, making contact with the tip of my nose, and she said;
"Dayeean?"
That was a morning I will never forget. Not only did she say my name, she hasn't said mommy yet, which made me so happy that she said my name first.
I pry Sally off of my foot, and sit her in her high chair, which she hates. She whines for me to get her out, but she has to stay.
"Sally, it's time to eat you have to be in there for a little bit okay?" I try to reason with her, patting her head. My attempts fail as she only cries more.
"Sally!" Mom barks from the kitchen, resulting in the silencing of Sally's wailing. "Hush, and let Damien feed you your food." She says in a much sweeter tone.
Sally nods quickly, the. turns her head to face me as she opens her mouth wide.
first I place the bib that's on her stair, onto her neck, then I commence in feeding her the processed banana slop.
It has been three years since Sally was born, and things in life couldn't be going any better. She can almost fully communicate now, she's begun potty training, and she can walk too! These are just a few things among other things. Like drawing, which seems to be her favorite things to do. What do I mean by seems to be? She will go through a whole coloring book in one day!
For her age, she's pretty good at drawing, and coloring. Yeah she's still learning how to keep inside the lines, but does a pretty good job for the most part, and her own drawing are just amazing! She, like every child does, draws everybody he/she knows in the family, standing side by side, holding hands. For a two year old, it looked really good!
She did this once, and we weren't stick people with stumps at the end of our arms with five tubes sticking out either. It was beautifully drawn, and when she showed me, she had the biggest smile I've seen on her. The only thing that sucks about it whe she wants to show you something, she won't stop bugging you until you give her the attention she wants.
My least favorite part of the day is her nap time, because when she's sleeping, we can't spend time together. I would often come up with excuses for her to not have to take a nap, but mom is one of those persistent people. Once she makes her mind, there is no changing it. So, today, I've been feeling really tired myself so I asked mom if I could take a nap with her, and that if I could, that she would let me hold her.
It was fifty percent true that I was tired, and fifty percent just a plan to get more time with Sally.
And luckily she said yes!!
"Night, night, mommy." Said Sally, as she gave mom a hug,
"Goodnight my precious little girl." Mom coo'd, hugging in return.
Sally then came running up to me as fast as her little hooves could carry her. Hooves are a generally flat, and hard surface, and so is hardwood flooring. Put the two toghether and...
"Gah!" She screams as she begins to slip, but I was able to break her fall by catching her.
"Thankies Dameeian!" She chirped, her ears perking up. "Sawwy fall down and go boom!" She giggles a little at her own little joke.
"No, because I've got you. Sally no go boom boom!" I say, wih a boop of my finger on her nose.
"Otay!" She chirps, hugging me around my neck.
"Now, off to bed for us, huh?"
I walk out of the living room, and to the stairs to the second floor. All you can see are family portraits, hanging on the wall, with their differently styles, and colored picture frames, and sizes. At the top of the steps, I make a right, and down the hall, to my room.
"S-Sawwy needs to go night night!" She cries, pointing to her room.
"No. you're sleeping with me, silly!" I watch as her face lights up into a really large smile, her irises growing in size. She squees happily, hugging me again, her tail swishing left and right at a much faster pace now.
I walk into my room, which is just a plain old bedroom. Grey carpeting, white dry walls, and some light on the ceiling, etc. My bed is over on the left side of the room, with a dresser in from of it, and on the opposite side of then kom from me is a short bookshelf with a tv on top, and and Xbox 360 next to it. a single controller is plugged into it, and is laying there on the floor, from the last time I played.
I head over to my bed, laying Sally down, near the wall, then I climb in afterwards. I pull the blue blanket over us both, and I hold Sally close.
"I wove you Dameeian." Shes says softly, burying the side of her face into my chest.
My heart melts at the four words she just said to me. She said my name, but, she does on a dail basis now. But this time, she even said I love you. She has never said it before though, which is what makes it so special.
Staring down at this wonderful creature before me, I see nothing but pure joy, and happiness in her eyes. I don't know what did it to make her the way she is, I just hope we can get through without any major problems.
This little humanoid Pegasus, that I currently hold in my arms, is my little sister. And so far, she's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. I know I promised to always loved no matter what, and I don't plan on breaking that promise anytime soon.
I can feel the tears welling up at an alarming rate, demanding release, and they won't take no for an answer. I feel one begin to slide its way towards my left ear, since I'm laying on my side. And at the same time, I'm smiling like never before.
I begin to pet her mane, we're so gently. With her being so small, my hand covers pretty much the whole top portion of her head. Yes she's grown twice her size by now, but she's still pretty small.
"Dameeian crying?" Sally asks, with a look of concern. She reaches a hand up and wipes away my tears
"I'm crying because I love you too, Sally. I love you so much." I said smoothly, holding her close to me again.
"Night, dameeian." She responds quietly, with a. small yawn. And soon enough, she's fast asleep.
I lay there, now, unable to sleep as my mind put Sally saying she loves me on repeat. She snores ever so slightly, cuddled close to me. The only sounds that can be heard is our breathing, and her tail thumping on the bed every once and again.
After some time, I manage to finally fall asleep and get some shut eye.
You know how most kids can't stand school, right? Yeah, well I probably hate it the most, because, school means seven and a half hours of not being able to be with Sally. I've noticed that since she was born, my grades have dropped slightly from b's and a's to b's most with a couple of c's.
I just can't stay concentrated most of the time, because Sally is always stealing most of the mind I need to be using to complete my tasks at school. Like, I knew I would be happy when she was born, but I never knew it would have a lasting affect on me. Sally is like my whole world now, and it's like, nothing else matters.
As I walk around school, one thought seems to be able to push its way through my constant distraction. I see all of these kids...normal...human kids. With no fur, or hooves, or tails, or wings, or anything like that. So what would happen if we did get Sally into school? Would she be the prime target for bullies since she's different? I certainly hope not.
Sometimes I even pretend I have her body, and as I pass other kids, I feel like I just wanna duck behind the first thing that pops up that I could use as cover. So, if public school won't work out, maybe we could get her into online schooling. But, the. again, it would take quite a lot of time just for her to get familiarized with a computer, or laptop. Those things are like the most complicated thing when you're just starting out.
But then again, she is a smart filly, so I'm sure she could handle it if we do put her in online classes.
With Sally's birth, things have gotten a bit more complicated. Mom refuses to take her outside of the house, and leaving her alone at home to pick me up won't be happening, which I can understand. So, she's go on grandma the task of driving two miles to come bring me home. I know that sounds wrong as well, but it's better than leaving a fourteen year old, who is about as big as a ten year old by himself to walk home.
When the last school bell rings, I am always the first one out the door. My homeroom is on the second floor, so I have to run down a flight of steps to get out. But, it never takes me long, since I think about absolutely nothing but Sally, which pushes me to run even faster. When zo get to grandmas car, I'm always in, and buckled in under five seconds.
My favorite part of coming home, is when Sally recognized grandmas car, And sees me get out, she just books it out to me. It's also really cute, because she's been using her wings more often now, probably finally understanding what they are meant for. When she gets within a certain distance from me, her wings flap so fast, you can hear this loud buzzing sound coming from them. Her flapping gets her nowhere, but she always jumps at me. Probably to simulate flying for a VERY short period of time. And luckily I always catch her. Never have I ever dropped my little sister.
For the most part, Sally seems happy all the time, because she always has the cutest smile on her face. By now, I think she knows she's different, but knows we love Rhee so it doesn't bug much. At least I hope. I don't want her to find out, and then think of herself as a mutated freak. She is neither of those things, nor will she ever be.
Although I think she is nervous around too many people, because at the hospital, some news crew heard that a human being gave birth to a humanoid pony. It was like sixteen ish hours after birth when a crowd of people came in with cameras, and boom sticks, or whatever they are called. Those microphone things. I think they were recording is, but mom refused to reveal the baby to them, which in my opinion was the smart thing to do.
I stayed with mom at the hospital until she was discharged, and we could leave. She had asked the doctors to not let this get leaked out to anybody, In case the government found out. She was rather paranoid about it too.
When the doctors simply told her sure that they wouldn't let it get out, it was more like one of those surges to just get you out of my face. She wasn't pleased. She demanded that they swear to keep it a secret. I'm pretty sure they did, because I'm not hearing anything about Sally outside of the house.
After I woken up from a my slumber, I see Sally just sitting there, up against the head board, twiddling her fingers.
"What are you thinking about?" I ask calmly, sitting up next to her."
What she says, I was not prepared for.
"Why am I diffewent?"
I'm at a loss for words, because I don't know how to explain this to her, plus I don't even know what made her like that, so, I'm screwed as of now,
"Dameeian?" She asks again.
"I wish I could tell you, Sally."
"The kids...that pway outside are like you and mommy. But not me."
"When me and mom went to get cat scans to see you when you were in her belly, you were just fine, but when you came out...this is what we got. " I tell her, in hopes that she may understand.
"Is that why mommy won't let me pway with them?...Cause I'm not like them?"
Now, this question I don't know how to answer. Mom doesn't want her to, because she's afraid that Sally will be picked on. If I tell her that, it's gonna make her think it's wrong to be different. She deserves the truth, but I think this is a talk she should have with mother.
"I don't know how to tell you, so mommy may be able to help. Want me to carry you?" I hold my hands out to her, which she nods, and let's me pick her up.
I carry her out of the room, and into moms because I hear her talking on the phone.
"Let's wait out here till she's done, okay?" I sit down against the wall just outside of her room.
A small amount of light spills out from under the closed door.
"You guys still love me, right?"
"Of course we love you, Sally. When mom first let me hold you, I loved you from right then and there. Why would you think we don't love you?"
She shrugs and begins to smile. "I love you too, big brother."
You may think it's unreal that she can talk so clear at such a young age, and trust me, it baffles me too, how quick she learns things.
"Okay, moms off the phone, now." I stand up, with Sally still in my grasp, and I knock on the door.
"Come in!!" Mom yells from inside.
I step inside the room, which is just a bigger version of mine, but has a fan instead. Mom lays atop her King size bed on the opposite side of the room, with a black wooden end table with a lamp on either side. under the bed is a white and blue checkered rug.
And on the wall to the right, a window, with a glass sliding door, that leads out to a balcony. On my side of the room, directly across from the bed is a dresser which matches the end tables. A few family photos hang from either wall in random spots, and a larger poster of dad above the dresser.
This was a recent picture he took, from somewhere in Iraq, wearing his military suit, and holding his M-16A4 I think it's called. The only portion of dad you can really see, is his smile. His helmet and shedes cover the rest of his face. The background behind him looks like he's inside a tent, and outside is the hot, sandy desert.
"So...what did you want?" she asks, patting the spot next to her on the bed.
I sit next to her. "More like what Sally wants." I place Sally in moms lap.
"What is it sweety?"
"Why won't you let me pway with the kids, when they're outside?"
Mom sighs deeply, that now she had to tell her daughter the truth, and risk her happiness. it's either don't tell her and be screwed, or do tell her and hope for the better.
"Is it because I'm diffewent?"
"Sally, it's not because you're different...I'm...just afraid they might pick on you."
"Because I'm diffewent. I see. I just...wanted to be able to go outside for a change. You guys always talk about how the weather is nice. I just want to see other kids, and see how the weather is." Sally replies with a sniff, and I can see her eyes beginning to water. Please don't cry.
"I'm sorry, Sally." Is all mom says, trying to hold her daughter, but she pulls away.
"Thanks for cawing, though. I'm just tirewd of being stuck inside all the time....is me being diffewent...a bad thing?"
Right there. to,d she would catch on. Damn she's smart for just three years old.
"No, Sally, It's just-" mom begins to say before being cut short.
"Then why can't I pway with the kids outside?"
"I...its..." Mom starts again. but can't find anything to say.
"I'm just a fweak." Is the last thing Sally says, before running out of the room, crying. At least until she falls over again.
I hurry to her side, and try to pick her up, but she fights it, and runs into her room, and slams the door shut. I can hear her soft cries from outside. I as well, am on the verge of tears, My little sister who I 'hold as the most treasured thing to my heart', is in her room crying, because she thinks she's a freak. When she closed the door, I heard a little click, telling me she locked the door. I try to open it, but to no avail.
"Sally, please open the door. Its me, Damien."
"Leave me alone!" She snaps from the other side.
Mom comes , and in a sweet tone she says "Sally, if you come out, I'll see if I can get those kids to play with you."
"No! They'll just pick on me, like you said!"
"I never said they will, hunny. I'm afraid they will, because you don't deserve that. You are the most precious, and sweetest thing in the whole world. And if you're locked in your room, I can't give you hugs and kisses, and tell you I love you. Or Damien. He wants you to come out. You know me and Damien love you very much. Especially Damien. You two have this special connection, and he just wants to be there for you."
As mom talks, Sally's crying goes down, and after she finishes, there is a pause of silence, until the sound of the door being unlocked splits through it like a knife through butter. The door opens, and she stands there, bathed in the mid day sunlight. Her face a bit swelled from crying, and tears staining her furry cheeks.
"Do...did you mean that, mom?" She asks with a small sniffle.
"Every word of it." Mom bends over to pick Sally up, and this time she doesn't fight it.
"We love you very much, sweets. Yes, you are different, there's no changing that, but it's another reason why we love you."
"I love you too, mommy." Sally sighs, and hugs her back. "So, you're gonna see if those kids will play with me?"
"It's what you want, so yeah, I guess."
"I'll do it, mom. You watch after Sally." I give Sally a pat and a kiss on the head.
"Alright, if it's what you want to do."
I smile, as I head downstairs, towards the front door. I step out onto the porch, and sure enough, there's a group of little kids who seem to be Sally's age, chacing eachother around with Nerf guns. There are five kids in total. Running in circles around the yard of one house.
"Damien?" I hear Sally say my name from behind me.
"I want to come with you."
"Okay."
"And, thanks for being the best big brother ever." She hugs my right leg, tightly.
"And thank you for being the best little sister ever." I chuckle, hugging her back.
"I'm sorry I threw a fit, I won't do it again, I promise!"
"It's alright, Sally. Nobody is mad at you."
"Thanks." She smiles, and uses a hand to move a bit of her name out of her eye. "It is kind of cool to be the only talking pony on Earth."
"You bet! Now, let's go see if those kids will let you play with them."
"Sounds good!"
We make our way across the street, and as we get closer, I get more and more of a bad feeling that this will be harder than I had expected.
I quickly duck behind Damien as we get closer to the group of laughing children. From what I can tell, they are all taller than me, by maybe a few inches. As of now, I am just over three feet tall, so I'm kind of shy. Scratch that. Really shy. I keep thinking back to what mom had said, about her being afraid they'll pick on me. With every step, I become more afrad they won't take to me well
The only three people I've known are Damien, mom and grandma. I guess grandpa died a few years back way before I was even born, from what mamma told me. I think that's why grandma is always in a bad mood, because of that fact. I would be very sad too if somebody that I love had died. But, I guess I'll cross that bridge when it comes, although I hope it never happens
I Feel my ears splay back as Damien turns his head around to check on me. I can understand if if these guys just don't want me to play wih them, but if they begin to pick on me, what am I gonna do? I notice him giving me a reassuring smile, as he reaches down to scratch behind one of my ears. I always liked it when he does this, it just feels really good!
The small quad of children, I don't know a word for five, since there's five kids, so quad will have to do, seize firing when they see us. Well, just Damien, since I'm scared to show myself. So many thoughts going on at once, is too much for my still developing brain, which results in me getting a slight headache.
I take in a gulp, as they continue staring in our direction. Now that I'm here, I'm just not ready for it. I guess that talk with mom gave me a bit of doubt that they'll give me any sympathy, or even tolerate the fact that I'm here. My subconscious screams at me to just run back to the house, but I can't bail now...it's too late.
Damien looks back at me again, so I take this monetary chance for him to change his mind, and bring me back to the house. I make the most poutiest the face I can muster up, and gesture my head back to the house, hoping he gets the hint. I sigh deeply, as I hear the footsteps of children nearing. What will they think when they see me? I'm like a talking mutated pony...wait. That's exactly what I am! I thought it was tmnt, not tmnp! excluding the teenage ninja part.
"Hey, guys!" Damien greets them happily, and normally. He's lucky he doesn't have to worry about being judged. He can just walk up to somebody, and say "Hi, how Ya doin?!" with no problem.
Me...I'm kept isolated inside my own home for years on end because I'm different.
I run my hands through my mane to try and ease the stress, but with little success.
I shouldn't have to say mane, or tail, or fur, or wings, or hooves, or anything like that, and be referring to a body part of mine...I shouldn't have to be dealing with this. How was this even possible? Did some force of magic hit me as they pulled me out, that turned me into the freak show that I am? God, I'm a little over three years old, I shouldn't have to be thinking about things like this!
Without even realizing it, I had begun to silently cry, tears streaming down my furry cheeks.
Can't cry now. bad timing! Just calm down and let things happen and see how things go from there, okay? Good plan.
I regain my composure, and dry my face off.
"What do you want?" I heard a little girls voice ask in a polite manner.
I wish I could be her. A human, who doesn't have to go through all this stress when she decides to go out and play with a group of kids across the street. What good am I if I have a hard time doing even that?
"My little sister wants to know if she can play with you guys." Crap...it's almost to the point where he's gonna show them who I really am.
"Sure, she can play! where is she?"
Times up.
Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to run back to the house, but even if I tried, these stupid hooves would make me trip. Guess I have no choice now, other than to be utterly humiliated.
"Before you see her, you guys have to promise not to pick on her...got it?"
"Why would we pick on her?" another child asks. This one sounded like a boy.
"Just don't, please."
"We won't!" The girl answers.
At least, not until you see what I am.
"Sally?" Damien asks in a soft tone.
I look up at him, not saying anything.
"These kids are waiting for you to play with them." He places a hand on my shoulder, but just in case he tries to move me, push it off. "Sorry, she's a bit shy."
Shy?! Shy doesn't even begin to cover it! I'm half pegasus over here, scared for my life, well being, and possible any of what little dignity I have left!
"Sally?" Damien says my name again, but in a whisper this time.
I guess this is it. Where I pray up to the heavens, bend over and kiss their feet, and hope for the better. I go to try and step out from my hiding spot, but know that my legs know where I'm trying to go, the won't respond to my commands. Fine, be that way, you stupid legs. I lean my body over, causing me to stumble just a tiny, bit, and with that, I become fully exposed.
I stand there, not saying anything, or even looking, but I can feel their eyes staring at me. Staring at this...thing that's in front of them.
A few second of silence, that feel like minutes go by. I crack open my right eye to see what's up.
They're all just...staring at me. What's going on in their heads? What do they think of me?
The girl of the group slowly walks up to me. Just for safety, I back up as she tries to come closer.
"Where did you get the cool costume?" She asks.
Wait...she thinks I'm wearing a costume, and she said it was cool?
"It looks so real." She steps closer to me again, this time, against instinct, I stand my ground.
There's no point in running when she'll just keep chasing after me. She circles around me, stroking my tail a single time. Her cold fingers send a chill down my spine. She comes back around to the front of me, standing mere inches away. She bends over a little to get a better look at me. Her breath in causes my eyes to dry up a bit, causing me to close my eyes, and have to rub them.
"This...is a costume...right?" She asks, taking a step back.
With a deep sigh, I shake my head, no.
"How? This...just...how? C-can you talk?"
I nod my head twice.
"Say something, then." One of the other boys smirks.
"How is she not wearing a costume?" One of the boys asks the boy next to him who only shrugs.
"Hi..." I quietly mutter.
"So you can talk. Wow, this is so cool! And you said she's your sister?" The girl asks, turning to Damien.
"Yep, and proud of it." He smiles, and pulls me into a hug.
Damien right now is like my only protection, so I stay close to him.
"But...how? She's...a pony? You're a pony, right?"
"I guess." I reply quietly with a shrug.
"I know that she's not human, but my mom gave birth to her, so she's my sister." Damien says, scratching behind my ear again. I lean my head into his hand, greatfully accepting the affection. "So, are you guys gonna play?"
"Oh, yeah!" The girl exclaims. "Be right back!"
I can't help but smile a little, she's letting me play with them, and she thinks I'm cool! Maybe I was just overreacting.
After a few moments later, the girl comes back out of the two story Brick house, with a small yellow nerf gun.
"Have you played with nerf guns before?" She asks me.
"No, I haven't." I respond in a more positive voice.
"Okay, I got you this one since you're just a beginner. There are plenty more in the house if you want another one. I would have to come with you though. But anyway..."
She begins showing me how to operate the small device. She tells me I put the nerd dart inside the barrel, and pull back this little ring...thing at the back, and press the little trigger, and it will shoot the dart. She puts it in my hand, to show me how to hold it properly.
"Now, point it at me, and press the button." She says after finishing her instructions. She backs up a few paces.
"But...I don't know if it's gonna hurt you." I stare at the small gun in my hands, feeling a bit weird with it.
"It's not gonna, these were made to shoot at other people, now shoot me! Just not the face, though!"
"Okay..." I point the gun at the center of her chest, and squeeze the trigger. With a little popping sound, the dart successfully fires, hitting the target. I watch as the little projectile bounces right off of her.
"See? Now, let's get you another gun, because that's like the worse one to use." She motions for me to follow her inside. I look back at Damien to make sure if it's okay with him. He smiles, and waves for me to go with her.
I smile. and head inside with...whoever this girl is.
"The name is Gracie, what's yours?"
"S-Sally."
"That's a cute name! I like you, you're funny!" She chuckles, and playfully punches my arm, making me giggle a little. Hey I rhymed! Yeah not really, ha ha.
We get inside, and it's just a small foyer with a closet to the left side, and to the right, are several different nerf guns lining the wall. Most of them are pretty big, so I don't wanna use those. Maybe something smaller. I see a semi-big green one closest to me. I pick it up, and I see it's got this red tube like thing sticking out of the bottom, and under the barrel looks like a handle that slides back and forth.
"Hey, I think that one is perfect for you!"
She takes it from me, and shows me how it works, just like before, but this one is a bit more complicated. And instead of firing small darts, this one shoots soft, little, round discs. When she finishes, she gives it back to me.
"And that reeeaaaallly big red one over there, don't touch, it's my dads."
I look to see a gun that is about as tall as I am, with this round thing on top, and an orange handle that comes out of the side, and just like my fun, it looks like it moves back and forth as well.
"It's okay. I wasn't gonna use the bigger ones anyway. And...thanks for...not picking on me...it's hard when I'm the only thing like me, and..."
"Naw, don't sweat it, besides I'm not the type of person to judge, anwyay. Now, let's go have some fun!" She rushes me out the door, and back.
"Alright guys, since I'm the oldest, I'm automatically a team captain, so you guys can fight over who is captain for the other team. And for my first pick for my team, I choose Sally!" She stands next to me, and puts an arm around the back of my shoulders.
"Now, I know all of you know the rules, but I'm gonna go over then as a recap, and because we have a new player joining us! Rule number one! each round is five minutes! There are three in total!" She explains, picking up a nearby clock. It looks like one of those cloks you use when you're cooking something. "Rule munger two! If you run out of darts, you cannot pick any up for reuse until the end of the round! When you do run out of darts, yell I'm out, and head to home base for the remainder of the round!"
I have to admit, for a girl like her, her voice is pretty loud an intimmedating.
"Rule number three! No campo whatsoever! I'm not sure if Sally knows, but camping is hiding in one spot for an extensive time! Unless you are a sniper, which none of us are, don't be camping! Rule number four! If you get shot, you have to go back to home base! My base will be here in the front yard! And Last but not least, Rule number five! be respectful and have good sportsmanship!"
Gracie looks down at me, and smiles. "You're gonna have a lot of fun, my friend."
I smile back at her, my ears perking up a bit.
After we had our two teams made up, the others ran off to find a home base. With their signal, I guess, Gracie starts the timer, and the game begins.
Everyone ran off in different directions, and Gracie signals for me to follow her inside.
"Since you're just starting out, I'm gonna teach you some tips and tricks, okay?"
"Okay."
Well, despite her best efforts in teaching me her tips and tricks, I still got creamed, for the first two rounds. I shot a few kids, but it's hard, knowing who is who, and I ended up shooting one of my teammates once.But, I still had a lot of fun. The third round, I switched my gun to another one, which Gracie told me was automatic, but jams easily, meaning it won't fire. But she showed me how to fix it. I ended up shooting the opposing teams players all at once at the start.
I came up the left side of my house, taking the lead instead of Gracie because I was feeling confident. Gracie and to stay back a bit, so she wouldn't step on my tail. We snuck around the left side of the house. And I saw them all In a group. I took this as my chance to get them, and I fired away, one dart per second. They all looked in my direction after being shot. I waved, and gave a smile, as they all sighed and went back to base.
Another interesting moment was when Gracie's parents saw me. Her mom was like "Oh my gosh! She's like the cutest thing in the world!" And I was pulled into a tight hug against my will. Her father wasn't as pleased she didn't tell them there was another person...well...pony in this case, that was over. Plus he wasn't very amused with my equine features. Although, the mom was having the time of her life, hugging me.
I had a lot of fun today, and I can't wait to do it again sometime. When me and Damien went back home, I was on the fritz! I've never talked more at once in my whole life, let alone talk much at all! Mom was very happy I had a good time, and so was Damien. Here I am thinking I'm a freak, now I have a group of kids I can call my friends! Especially Gracie, I have no idea why she was so nice to me, but I was greatfull for it.
When it came to bed time, I couldn't sleep, because I was still so happy, so Damien had me sleep with him. It's cute how he holds me, and tells me he loves me. I'm thankful to have such a good brother to be there for me when I need him. I cuddle close to him, with his arms around me, and with a kiss on the forehead, he tells me goodnight, and we fall asleep.
The following morning started out slower than usual. Instead of waking up at 5:45am to get ready for school I ended up waking up at 6:24am. The schoolI go to is about a mile away, and I have to make a twenty minute bike ride to the nearest bus stop because we live in this call-a-ride area. So there aren't any bus stops here, which really sucks.
The thing that sucked is that my mom works early today so she had left by 6:00am instead of 8:00am. Which meant grandma was here to watch over Sally while she was at work, and me at school. Which meant mom can't give me a ride because my front tire went flat because of some piece of glass on the garage floor where I store my bike.
I wake up to Sally, quietly sleeping on the floor, with all of the covers. She must have rolled off at sometime in the middle of the night. It doesn't surprise me, because this happens often. But usually I'm the one with the covers. She snores slightly, twitching every now and again. Even through my feeling of passing out from being so tired, I see the all of the cuteness.
I chuckle a little as I groggily leave the sanctuary of sleep. In other words, I mean my bed, if you didn't catch the memo. Anyway, I walk over to the other side of the bed, Sally filling in what little space there is between the wall and the bed. I smile as I reach for the blankets, and free her from her comfy prison. I notice a little drool sliding out of her mouth, and onto the blanket.
She must have been laying this way for quite a while because there is a rather large spit-soaked area on the blanket. She is one to drool and fall out of the bed every so often. Even when I feel sad, upset, depressed, or justreally tired like I am now, the sight of my sister always makes me smile.
I pick her up into my arms, her body is limp since she's sleeping. I stroke her hair as I place her back on the bed. She stirs a little, getting more comefortable, laying on her side with her hands under her head, legs close to her chest, and her tail curled around her. I love seeing her sleep because it's so cute! How she curls herself intobtue smallest ball possible.
I bend over and giver her a kiss on the forehead, covering her back up in the blankets, before leaving the room. That's when I noticed my clock. With a loud gasp, I hurry to get clothes and run to the bathroom. I don't care what it is, as long as it fits it's ships! After a minute of getting dressed I brush my teeth as fast as possible , still making sure to get all the plaque out of my mouth.
After getting downstairs I ponder over if I should eat something or just head out right now and eat at lunch. I quickly scan the cupboards and fridge for anything that might be beatable since there are limits as to what I can eat here. I come to find nothing quick enough to even make for a quick snack, so I decide to just wait for lunch at school. I run as fast as my tired legs will carry me which is about as fast as jogging. But nonetheless I made it to the garage faster than I had expected to.
I spot my bike at the back of the garage which is to my left. I grab it off the wall, and head outside with it. I get seated and pay off, then fall down.After The initial shock of my helmet free head being slammed into the ground went away, I began to wonder what made me fall. That's when I notice the front tire is popped. Well, I guess I won't be going anywhere soon.
Five minutes later I had fixed the flat tire issue, and peddled away. I helps I can get to the bus stop before 7:00 because that's when the bus should arrive at my stop. I zoom through the neighbourhood as fast as the bike will allow, swerving through different streets. I know I'm going to be late for school, but it won't be that bad if I don't miss...the bus...
I watched the big blue bus go by before I could get to it's stop, and it kept going.
Well, I'm screwed.
Two hours late. I had to bike uphill mostly for two miles! By the time I had gotten to school . My legs felt like jello, and were about to fall off! As soon as I got to the school I had to go to the office to check in for being late. At least this room had air conditioning, and the white walls, and floor tiles helped with the cool temperature.
"Fill out this form, and I'll get you a hall pass to class." Said the old lady, as she walks over to me with a white sheet of paper and a pen. She sighs deeply as she heads back to he office desk. Her once Brown hair had lost its color long ago. I remember because she actually used to be my teacher when I was in kindergarten.
I begin filling out my form, putting in my name, my address, my phone number, theTimes, why I was late, and a reflection part where we have to say what we will do better to be on time. I always skip that portion, and set it on the counter and leave with my hall pass. Well at least I tried to.
"Damien, Franklin, tardy five times in a row for school. You will have to be giving your mother a phone call , and a talk with the principle." Is what she said as I was about to leave the room. So I pretend to not hear, and leave anyway. I have had a rough enough of a morning, and I don't need anything else making it worse for me, thank you very much.
Plus, why did she give me a late pass when it's lunch time? I don't know. With a shrug I crumple up the small slip of paper and discard it in the nearest trashcan. So far todayhasn't been in my favor. I can't wait to get back home to spend more time with Sally. She is like my everything as of now. I'm always thinking of her non stop because she's just so cute, you have no idea.
When I got to lunch, my friends were there , laughing and talking amungst themselves. It wasn't too hard to spot them when they were sitting at the table that's closest to the main cafeteria doors. I walk over and take a seat next to my friends Ashlyn.
She's an averagely tall girl with blonds hair with several braids in her hair. My two other friends Mike and Angelo, sit from across me, playing a game of rock paper scissors. Mike is what you could call a fashionable geek . Ask him a question about anything and he should know it. And he's fashionable because he always wears expensive clothing, and chicks dig him for it. Angelo is more of on the lower than average scale. He's a short Mexican, but chicks tend to fall for him as well because they say he's cute, funny and talented which are all true.
"Hey, Damien. I didn't see you in first period today, what happened?" Asked Ashley in a concerned toneof voice.
"Well, let's see now. I woke up an hour late. My bike's front tire decided to go flat on me, so I had take the time to fix that, and when I biked out to my bus stop, it went by just as I got there. So I had to bike the rest of the way here."
"Damnit!" Mike cried, since Angelo had beaten him again like usual. "But, wow man that really sucks."
"Hey, man. Why don't you go get some lunch? You look like you could eat a horse!" Angelo jokes, but I found it offensive because my sister is a pony which is a smaller version of a horse.
"Nah, I'm good Angey." I shake my head a little. By the way, Angey is what we call him.
"Alright. Suit yourself."
"And, why are there pink hairs all over your clothes?" Ashlyn asks, pulling a hair off of my shirt.
How did Sally's fur get onto my shirt? Did she like on purposely shed on it lastnight? But it's still really adorable
"Helloooo, earth to stupid!" She says, waving a hand in front of my face
"Yeah, I do not know. I didn't even notice it!"
"How do you not notice this? Are you blind or something?"
"Maybe we should get his eyes checked!" Said Angelo.
"I don't need my eyes checked. They're fine." I protest, with a shake of my head.
"Well, lunch is almost over anyway, so...w- we should get going." Mike stammered.
"Yeah. Lunch is only like ten minutes on half days." Angelo agreed.
"Riiiight?!" Ashlyn piped up, making her eyes wide.
"Well, see you guys later!" I shout to them as we set out in different directions.
I had missed the first four periods, and the last three I have are Life Science, Biology, and small engines in that order. I'm alright with Science, but Biology is just BORING!! But I love small engines h cause it's a hands-on curriculum.
In life science we had a class review and a quiz . In biology, all we did was study. Small engines I had to do the same thing as in Life Science. But it wasn't all boring. Only because me Angelo. Mike, and Ashlyn all share that class which is quite a coincidence!
We were gathered at a small table as they chat with each other. Me? I'm just happy I get to go home in ten minutes. But that was cut short.
I feel a buzzing in my pocket, and I reach in and pull out my phone. Ugh, mom knows better than to be calling me! With a grumpy sigh I answer the phone. At first, all I hear is crying.
"D-Damien?" Moms voice said shakily. I sit up correctly in my chair from shrlrise that not only did she call me, she's upset about something..
"Sally...she fell down the stairs, and she's unconscious, I don't know what to do!"
"What?! I'll get there as soon as I can! Don't hang up!"
"Hey, essay, what's the matter homes?"
"Angelo you have a car right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I need you to drive me home as fast as possible, my sister fell down a flight of stairs and is unconscious!"
"Well,damn, let's go!"
We were about to leave until the teacher stopped us.
"Where are you going, the bell hasn't rung yet."
"To be honest, I could care less about twhen that bell rings. I need to get my sister to the hospital." I push past him, making sure I get through, as Mike, Angelo, and Ashlyn follow behind.
We get outside, and Angelo Leads us to a Lincoln Navigator. I wonder who he stole this from.
"Would you believe I got this for only fifteen hundred dollars?" He smirked with his Mexican accent.
"Yeah sure , now just get me home!" I snap as we all climb into the truck. "Now drive!"
"Alright alright!! How do I know you're telling the truth you have never told us you had a sister!"
"If I was lying, would I have brought it this far? Now just shut it and drive!"
"Okay, okay, chill!" He says defensively as we head out of the parking lot. Good thing he knows where I live so I won't have to give him directions.
"Mom, are you still there?"
"Yeah, I'm holding her right now. She's still breathing."
"Good, let me know if anything else happens."
"I don't know if I should take her to the hospital. What if people find out about her?"
Oh my god the hospital, why didn't I think of that before?!
"Mom, you are gonna have to, so she can get the care she needs."
"Okay, I'm going now."
"Good. Angelo, change of plan. Take us to the hospital. The one across the bridge on the other side of town."
"Thats so far! I don't think I have enough gas!"
"Here!" I pull out as much mo.ey as I can from my wallet and hand it to Angelo. It was no more than thirty bucks though. "Fill up at the nearest gas station!"
"Hey, Damien, calm down, okay?" Said Ashlyn in a sweet voice, as she leans on me, and hugs me around my neck.
"My sister is hurt, how can I be okay?"
"Relax. It can't be all that bad."
"She fell down a whole flight of steps and she's only three!"
"Ooohhhh...just calm down and hope for the better, okay?"
"Okay. But since you guys will most likely end up seeing her, you can NOT TELL ANYBODY about it! And please don't flip or anything."
"Sure." The three of them said simultaneously.
"Good."
"Damien I'm at the hospital."
"Okay, make sure they agree to help her."
"Yeah. I'm gonna let you go. There is no reception Inside.
"Okay,I love you, mom."
"I love you too, Damien. Bye."
"Bye."
There is only one thing I want to say right now. To he'll with karma.
When we finally get to the hospital, I rush inside and ask for room 301 which was the room that mom texted meshe was in. With a nod, the receptionist leads us through a maze of halls and such until we arrive at room 301, which coincidentally has to be next door to the one she gave birth to me in.
"Like I said be fore, please just...don't...don't freak out, alright?" I ask in a calm manner. They all nod, and we head inside. I see mom sitting on the bed with Sally in her arms, and I noticed that Sally is awake again.
"Damien!" She exclaims happily when she sees me enter the room. It's the same as the one when she gave birth to Sally, but everything is just flopped around.
With a sigh of relief, I pick her up into my arms.
"I was so worried!!" I hug her tight as I sit on the bed.
"You brought other with you!? You know why could happen if they said something?!"
"Mom, they drove me here,and they swore to keep quiet."
I see Mike with a 'dafuq' face, Angelo faints, (wasn't expecting that) and Ashlyn looks like she wants to gobble Sally up because of her adorableness.
"So...this is your sister?" Ashlyn asks, not even caring that Angelo just flat out fainted.
"Yeah it's hard to believe, but I love her to death."
"She's so adorable!" Ashlyn walks over and scratches behind one of her ears. I can't help but smile when Sally blushes. "Whats your name, little one? She can talk right?"
"I'm S-Sally." She says nervously, as she moans a little from having her ear being scratched.
"I am at a loss for words. How is this evenpossible?" Mike asks as he qestures to all of Sally
"We wish we knew, but we love her very much." I hugs Sally tight again, as she nuzzles my neck.
"I love you too big brother." I smile every time she says she loves me because she always demands a hug and nuzzles my neck, everytime.
"The doctors said the only thing wrong was a sprained muscle in her leg, and she has a few bruises, and a couple cuts."
"My stupid hooves made me slip again."
"Yeah, well I came up with a plan to end that."
"What is it?" Mom and Ashlyn ask in unison.
"Try and stitch circular rubber pads to a bunch of socks on the toes because it will just flatten under her hooves. And Rubber because they don't slip easily."
"That is very good idea, Damien, but where will we get the rubber?"
"The junkyard maybe."
"Eeewww!!" Sally cried out.
"Damien you have the cutest little sister ever! Is she like some sort of a humanoid ...Pegasus? If those wings are real."
"Yeah, she is, and the wings are real."
"Can I hold you , Sally? You're just so cute!"
"Okay." She agrees, reaching her hands out to Ashlyn.
"You are so weird, Ashlyn." Mike deadpanns.
"Whats wrong with holding a n adorable talking pony? Nothing!" She snaps at Mike, then smiles as she picks up Sally. "Your fur is sooo soft!" she says as she strokes Sally's shoulder.
"Thanks." Sally blushes, with a smile.
"And with all your soft fur I would assume you like belly rubs?"
"Oh, god she can resist a good belly rub!" Mom exclaims, chuckling to herself a bit.
"C-can you give me a belly rub?"
"Sure thing cutie." She sits on the bed, and reaches a bit under Sally's shirt and beings petting her stomach.
"Mmmmmmm..." Sally moans happily with a smile. "This is why I like having fur. Well, it's what I like about it, not that I like having fur."
"What are you talking about? If I had fur I would be petting myself twenty four seven."
"Really?" Mike asks.
"No, but I wonder what it feels like."
"I was gonna say...awkward!"
"Funny. Oh, and Sally, I'm Ashlyn by the way." She gives Sally a sincere smile as she continues to rub Sally's belly.
"Ashlyn, if you could, when you go down, could you pull my fur just a little, because it's what Damien does and it feels really good."
"Sure thing. My nickname for you is cutie pie, alright?"
"Okay." Sally replies, hugging Ashlyn.
"And if I'm ever around and you need a belly rub, don't be afraid to come and ask me, okay?"
"Okay, thanks, you're a good friend."
"I try." She says bugging Sally back before resuming petting her belly. "I love you, Cutie Pie."
"I ...I love you too Ashlyn."
Well, that went better than I had expected it to. But then again, Ashlyn is one girl can't resist anything she thinks is adorable. Mike didn't have much of a reaction, and Angelo fainted. They were there for about an hour, and we left Angelo on the floor because you cares about Angelo? I'm kidding but we did leave him there. They left soon after we woke him up.
At some point in time, Mike gave into Sally's cutness, and they became friends as well. Mom was a bit upset I had three people come at the same time, but that slowly faded away. Then it was just me, mom and Sally, and it was me giving her the belly rub.
By the time we were let out of the hospital, it was dark, so when we gothomer, we had supper, and went to bed. Sally begging to sleep with me again, which I let her. But as the weeks went on she kept asking, so we just made it permanent that she sleeps with me until she's a bit older.
I hold Sally close to me as she sleeps comfortably in my arms, curious as to what she may be dreaming about. It must be a good one, judging by the fact she's smiling slightly. She occasionally nuzzles my neck, as I stroke her pink and black mane. It's good to know she's happy, despite being majorly different. I promise d to keep her happy, and I'm keeping to it.
That's all I want is to see her smile.
Everyday, I devote my time to making sure she's positive about herself, that when she walks, that there will be a skip in every step. So far, I'm doing a good job. With the help of our loving mother, of course who I thank everyday for the gift of my wonderful little sister. With every following sunset and sunrise, we bond closer brother and sister.
I'm thankful she isn't the kind of sister who makes it her life mission to make your life a miserable nightmare. She also seems closer to Me, than mom for some reason. Normally a child will bond quickest with the mother, but in this case, she bonds with me more. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I'm probably the first thing she saw. Whatever it maybe be, I'm just glad to have her in the first place.
As I lay here, enjoying my time, the cry for sleep grows on me, and soon enough, I can no longer keep myself awake. Laying my head on hers, I begin to fall into a deep sleep.
"Goodnight, Sally." I manage to utter before I do.
Two years later:...
So far it's been five years since dad went to war, and five years since Sally was born. If time keeps going by this fast, who knows how long we have left with her. And you know what sucks? Is that I'm not with her right now. I'm biking home like usual, and I have to wait to get home to see her. But it will all be worth it when I get there.
Whenever I'm out and about, say school, or at someplace with a friend, I'm not my usual party kind of person. All I can ever think is...you know who. It makes me glad that I have a sister, and that I love her to.death. But then again, I think I have anxiety. Because I always get bad thoughts of something happening to her.
As I bike my way through the neighborhood, I feel my 'anxiety' kick in and soon I'm pedaling as fast as I can. That's when my phone begins to ring. I take my phone out and hold it up to my ear as I pedal.
"Yeah, mom?"
"I...I need you home as quick as you can...Sally's not doing too well, she locked herself in her room again!" She says through her sobs.
"I'm already home, mom." I tell her as I pull up to the house. I hang up the phone, and stuff it back into my pocket. That's when I see it. My dad's white Scion FR-S coupe in the driveway. He's home! I run inside, and mom and dad appear to be arguing over something.
"What is your problem?! She's been waiting for this day to see you and you shut her down like that!? Yeah, she's different, but me and Damien love her very much. Especially Damien. His bond with Sally is in breakable. Why can't you just give her the affection she wants?" Mom shouts, tears leaking from her eyes.
"When you told me you were pregnant I was really happy, and I couldn't wait for the time I come back, and that is what I get!? I didn't go through all of that craps for five years to come home and see that!" He snaps back.
They're talking about Sally. Dad...he...he doesn't like her...
with an angry grunt, I shove past him.
"Damien! Come give your father a hug!"
I turn around to see him following me with his arms out. I only flip him off as I make my way up the stairs to Sally's room. From the other side of the door, I can hear her sobs, and cries. What did he all say to her? With a sigh, I knock on the door.
"Go away! Leave me and my ugliness alone..."
"Sally, it's me. Damien. Let me in." I said calmly.
"Why!?" She barks, with a sniff.
"Because I love you, of course."
"Just...leave me alone."
"I'm sorry about dad, okay? I just wanna try and make you feel better, ok?"
"Okay..." She sighs, and a second later she opens the door, and I walk in. I bend down on one knee, and pull her into me. She hugs back, and cries s into my chest.
"It's gonna be alright, Sally. I've got you. I've got you." I sit down Indian with her in my lap. I take a hand and stroke her mane slow and gently. "It's okay, let it out I'm here for you."
I can't believe my dad rejected her as a daughter. Normally I'd be crying tears that he's finally back, but because of this, I instantly lose a major amount of respect for him. Ever hurt Sally's feelings I might not talk to you for a long time, but something as bad as this? Better not let me see you again. From what I can tell, he hurt her severely, on so many levels.Hehe continues to wail, getting my shirt wet with her tears.
I turn around to see dad standing behind me. "What did you do?!" I ask sternly, giving him a devilish glare.
"Five fucking years, of torment, agony, loss and pain, I fought through to live to this day to see my daughter, and you guys claim that...whatever she is, is my daughter! I feel pretty fucking insulted!!" He snaps, balling his hands into fists. I watch as his face turns to a light shade of pinkish red, pure anger in his eyes.
"I didn't believe it at first either, but I didn't go making her cry like this! She has feelings too, you know! I'm sorry about whatever happened to you in that war, but it didn't give you the right to be a dick! Despite being different, she's been happy as can be, like a normal child should be, and you better not have messed that up!"
"Dont you raise your voice to me, you hear! You didn't give me even the slightest acknowledgement that I'm back, you didn't give me a simple hello, plus you flipped me off!"
"Because you hurt her feelings! Yes, she's an anthromorphic Pegasus, but she your daughter nonetheless. Each day she asks me when is daddy coming home? She's been waiting for you for five years and this is how you treat her? That's pretty pathetic if you ask me!"
"You mean to tell me me daughter is some mutated horse? Your mother did a horse while I was gone, and you tell me I'm pathetic!"
"No, mom didn't fuck a horse! We don't know what happened. Every catscan we went to, she was perfectly fine, a human baby, but when she came out, this is what we got! Do mom or I care? Not in the slightest because we love her no matter what! Yes we wish this didn't happen to her, but we still love her! And all this yelling instead helping the situation."
"You know what? I don't care. Keep up with your lies. All I know is either you're hiding her, or she had a miscarriage, and I don't know where the he'll you got that...thing from. Whatever she is, she will never be my daughter." He shakes his head at me and goes back downstairs.
"I'm sorry, Damien. This all my fault." Said Sally, as she wipes the tears from her face. I guess daddy doesn't love me."
"Sally, none of this is your fault, he's just stubborn and hard headed." I huff as I glare at my dad out the window as he gets in his car and takes off.
"He called me an ugly, mutated, freak."
"Sally, you are none of those, nor will you ever be."
"No, he's right. Normal kids don't have tails, or wings, or fur, or impossibly gigantic eyes, or hooves. And I'm like a mix of pony and human. I'm not supposed to be like this! I just wanna be normal!" She cries again, placing her face in her hands. "Why can't I just be normal?!" She grunts in frustration, hitting her fists on the sides of her head.
"Sally...Sally, Sally!!" I try to stop herself, but she turns away, and falls to the floor. "Hey, calm down! Don't beat yourself up literally! Please, stop cr- crying!" All of this happening at once has pushed me to tears as well, as I take her in my arms again.
"I wish I could just be human instead!"
"Sally..."
"But it's never gonna happen." She sits down in my lap again, staring at her arms. "You love me, right, Damien? And mom?"
"Of course we do." I give her a bittersweet smile, as I rid my face of its sorrowful tears. "Even if you're not human, we love you the same."
"So...why doesn't dad? He said I'll never be his daughter."
"I don't know what his problem is, but he's gone, thank goodness." I sigh, and gently stroke her mane like before. Like every other time, she leans her head into my hand, with her ears flattened down. "Are you gonna be okay?"
"I don't even know. He hurt me, really badly. In here..." She sighs and places a hand on her chest, over her heart.
"I'm sorry, Sally. You did nothing to deserve that."
For dad to come in and just tear her heart to pieces the way he did. Calling her a freak of nature, saying he will never love her and she will never be his daughter. He didn't even give it a second thought, or even say he is sorry. He was merciless and relentless in his ranting, or give a single hint of doubt. I looked up to the guys and always thought he was the best dad in the galaxy, but I had a small piece of doubt and that doubt just reared its ugly head.
"Damien, if you could turn me into a human, would you?"
"I don't know. I enjoy you the way you are, but to make you happy, I would."
"Okay. I kinda like being a pony, but I wish I was human so things like this wouldn't happen. It hurts that he doesn't love me. A waited so long to hear him say it, but I got the opposite of it. Maybe we should go check on mommy."
"Yeah, we should." With a grunt of effort, I manage to get to my feet. Been sitting for about ten minutes with a pony sitting on my legs.
I head out of the room and into moms, where she sits silently, staring at what she has in her hands. It's a thin piece of paper, so I can guess it's a photo of dad. She sees us, and quickly gets off the bed, and takes Sally from me, and hugs her tight.
"Mommy, is something wrong?"
"I'm so sorry what your dad said. You're not a freak! You are a very pretty, and smart child, you hear? A filly like you doesn't deserve that."
"I know, mom. And I told you it's weird when you call me a filly. I don't know why, it just sounds weird."
"I know, I'm just trying to make you feel better about yourself."
"I would feel better if I wasn't a pony."
"Sally, you are just fine the way you are, don't let your stupid, airheaded father makes you feel that way!"
"Okay, mom."
"The way he was...it's just not like him...I really thought he would have understood."
"I thought so too." I nod in agreement.
"I feel really bad, plus, how you cried and I stayed in here. A good mother wouldn't do that." She kisses Sally on the forehead.
"Its okay, mom."
"Are you kids hungry? I can make something to eat."
Me and Sally nod at the same time.
"All that yelling at dad made me hungry."
"Okay I'll make some lunch."
Mom gets off of the bed, and gives Sally back. I gladly take her in my arms.
"And how about you and I watch some cartoons to get your mind off what just happened?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Alright, then." I carry her downstairs, and into the living room
"Actually, since I'm a Pegasus, maybe we can go outside and see if I can learn to fly!"
"Sure, but not until after lunch so you have more energy. So untill then, let's watch some cartoons!"
"Okay..." She sighs, her ears drooping, and her smile fading.
"Dont be sad. You're only five, so you have a long time to learn."
"I guess, but it's not that. I just can't get what dad said out of my head. How he said I will never be his daughter."
"Yeah that was pretty cold of him to say. But I'm sure he won't be back anytime soon." I sigh, sitting down in the couch, grabbing the remote, and I turn the tv on.
We sit on the couch, Sally in my lap, as I surf the tv channels for a cartoon she may wish to watch. She fiddles with her fingers, hardly paying attention to the television. I know she and I are thinking the same thing. I mean, after so long she just wanted to hear dad say those three words, showing he cares, but instead she got shot down due to his hard headedness. Only five years old, and going through so much stress.
I can only imagine how hard it must be for her to take this all in. Just happily going about her day , and all of a sudden, the glory of seeing her father come home after so long, is tosses in the garbage with his cruelty. I have my phone and since he's back I can text him now. He didn't want to be bothered for ANYTHING while he was gone unless it was a real life or death emergency.
I ponder the idea, but as of now, Sally really needs my support, plus I'm still pissed at dad. As if that will stop anytime soon. I hold her so she sits with her legs across my lap, with my arms around her, as I stroke her mane, while the other hand is fumbling to keep the remote in its grasp while switching channels. To think if humans only had one hand. Life would be really tough.
She doesn't care for spongebob, so when that show pops up, I skip it to the next. Then it's this show called the 'Octonauts' which looks like some sort of how for two year olds. She shakes her head, and I switch the channel again. Dora The explorer? No. Digimon? Nope. Normally she loves to watch digimon. I once watched the whole show in one week. That's when I was a huge fan, which I came out of when I was like seven.
Courage The Cowerdly Dog? No she can't stand that show. I loved it. It wonder why she doesn't like it but who am I to judge? We get to this show that has what look like pastel colored ponies. What's the name of the show again? I see people, most of the time guys wearing shirts with ponies on them Who would make a show like this for guys? It's got to be a girls show. Anyway, She doesn't give a response, so I change the channel. She would give a nod if it's something she wants to see.
"Wait, go back!" She exclaims, tugging the sleeve of my shirt.
"You want to watch this?" I ask with a tilt of my head. Not in a judge mental way.
"No, it's just...I...I look like her!" She takes the remote, and presses the pause button.
On the screen as of now, is a purple unicorn, laying on a bed, and the light of what looks like a cloudy day, pours in from an arched window to the left. I stare at the face of this unicorn for some time, then turn my gaze to Sally to make the comparison. The unicorn on the screen and what seem like impossibly large eyes. So does Sally. The both have a smooth, short, and rounded muzzle, and fairly large ears. Now that I look, Sally does look a bit cartoonish, but you can actually see the fur, and more detail, instead of a simple, flat color. They look like exact twins, except for she's a mix of pony and human.
"You do look a lot like her, but..why?"
"I don't know." She presses the play button, then slowly fast forwards it. Every other pony that comes up, look all the same, except for their colors, and their mane and tail styles. "This...can't be a coincidence..."
"What do you mean?"
"What if...I'm not even from earth?" She looks up at me with a worried expression, as sad as coal on a winter morning, with fears in her eyes.
"That's obsurd! If you were from there, then how are you here?"
"The same can be said for me suddenly turning into this at birth. How could that happen?"
"Mom did say that while they were giving her a cat scan at the same time, there was a flash on the screen that didn't go away until you were out." I reply tapping a finger on my chin.
"Yeah, so, what if... this cartoon actually exists, and I somehow got from there to here? Look! The purple one is with this bigger white one, watching what look like her memories in a place that looks like space! If they exist, and that is the kind of stuff that happens, then who knows what can happen?!" She barks, frustrated as if somebody pissed in her cheerios.
"Sally! Calm down, I don't know what's going on, but we can't believe that's true. You're my sister, born on earth, and not this...this place!" I gesture a hand at the tv as the purple on is lifted into the air by the other one, with lights and sparks, and then a flash. After its gone, she's back at wherever she was. It's night time, and as she gets up, two wings spread out from her back. But those weren't there before. What if...what if Sally is right?
"What if I'm from there? Would that mean you aren't even my brother?"
"Sally, no matter what, I will always be your brother, and nothing will ever change that, okay? Even if that is true. You'll always be my little sister. But let's watch something else. This is stressing you out even more than youb already are, or need to be." I switch the channel again, back to Digimon. I then hug Sally tight, resting my head on hers. "I love you so much, Sally. I would be heart broken if anything happened to you. Yes you're a pony human hybrid, but love you as if you were human. Even if you were a full pony I would love you the same."
I let out a sigh of many emotions, just trying to embrace this moment. Sally is the most important thing in my life, and if she ever died, or somehow was gone, I'd never be able to forgive myself for letting it happen. I just want her to be happy. That's all I want in life. I could care less about things I want for myself, because keeping her happy is the biggest thing right now, and has been for five years, and will be for many more. I never thought it was possible to love somebody so much, but here I am, making my life goal to ensure that she enjoys every last living second of hers.
"Lunch time!!" Cried mom about three episodes of Digimon, later. I could tell that Sally couldn't stop thinking of that pony show, either, because she kept looking herself over, with all of her pony features. She and I both ask what caused her to be born this way. Why fate has to bear her with such a terrible burden, of being different on such a major scale. I would fix it of I knew the problem, but the problem is, that I don't so I can't fix it. I can only hope to keep her happy.
"Coming, mom!" I call back to her, shutting the television off. I then proceed to get off the couch, and make my way to the dining room, carrying Sally in my arms.
The smell of spaghetti, and meat balls fill the air more, and more as I get closer, and closer.
I set Sally in her chair, as I sit in mine right next to her.
"Are you guys alright? I heard some sort of a commotion going on out there." Said mom, as she begins to serve the spaghetti.
"Yeah, every thing is fine, mom. Its just that Sally saw a cartoon where she looked like a humanoid version of the characters."
"Why was that such a big deal?"
"She thinks that by some magical force, that she ended up here, just as you were giving birth...from there."
"Well, how in the world is that possible?" She tilts her head at me,as she sucks some noodles off of her fork.
"I don't know mom. That cartoon, pretty much anything can be done with their magic, I guess, so if they do exist, then..."
"I won't believe it! I watched them pull her out! She's my daughter! She's not from this other planet, that's supposedly a cartoon."
"Thats pretty much what I said, as from my point of view at the time." I gaze down at Sally who hasn't even touched her food yet. I watch her sigh as she slouches in her chair. "Why aren't you eating, Sally?"
"I lost my appetite." She says quietly, with her hands placed in her lap.
"How come?"
"I dunnno, I just did. Besides I'm a pony, I'm not supposed to eat meats." She scoffs, with an amphasis on pony.
"But you eat meat just fine. Com's on, and eat. You need your energy if you want to learn to fly!" I put my fists up in the air as if I were flexing, but my tactics to get her to eat, just don't work.
"I don't care anymore about that." She says flatly.
I sigh as I take another bite from my spaghetti.
"Sally, please don't get so down on yourself. You're very special in many ways." Mom smiles, trying to cheer up Sally as she takes another bite of her food.
"How can I possibly be special? My daddy doesn't love me, I'm most likely from another world, plus the fact I have to stay cooped up in the house everyday of my life! Yeah Gracie was my friend, but she never mentioned she was moving a week later!" Sally snaps, standing half way over the table, tears filling her eyes. "Well, I can't take it anymore!" With that, she runs out of the room, crying.
With a long sigh, mom begins to cry too, her head in her hands.
"No, don't you start crying, mom!" I say in a sympathetic tone.
"Why did this have to happen to her?" She asks quietly, just above a whisper.
"I don't know, mom. I'm sure things will eventually turn out okay."
"I just wanted her to be happy!"
"You and me both. But, we better go check on her and see if she's okay." I stand up, devour the last of my spaghetti.
"I guess..." She sighs again, wiping her eyes.
When we reach her room, all that can be heard is Sally crying, and mom sniffling. Everything Sally said in her outburst, about dad, and her friend Gracie...she probably feels alone, and unwanted. Now she knows her own father doesn't love her. It's as if me and mom are the only things she has that are good in her life. To think being what she is, is what caused this whole mess.
"Sally?" Said mom.
"Leave me alone!" Her house is heard through the door
"Sally, we're here for you, and we love you, even if you are different. Yes we've said that many times, but it's true!" Mom says, with her hands on the door.
"Please, just go away."
"No, Sally, I'm not going anywhere." I reply with my hands into fists.
"Fine. Just be quiet, then!" She still doesn't open the door.
"Sally, please."
"If I can't show my face outside, then what's the point to even come out of the room?"
"Sally, if I had the power I'd turn you into a human, but-"
"You don't." She sighs again. "I just wish I knew what went on when mom gave birth to me. Why I'm just a freak."
"Come on, now-"
"Let me guess, I'm not a freak, and I'm a very pretty, and intelligent little girl?"
"Ye- yeah!"
"Then why are you guys afraid the government with find out about me? Why are you scared others will pick on me because of this? If I was pretty, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
"Sally, do you think we should probably take a nap? Maybe that would help ease some of your stress."
"Okay....maybe you're right." She sighs and unlocks the door. Like always, I pick her up into my arms, and hold her tight.
"I love you so much!" I sigh, resting her head on my shoulder, as I stroke her mane.
"I love you too Damien. I did it again. I'm sorry."
"Hey, it's not your fault, now, let's go get some sleep."
"I think we all do." Said mom with a yawn, and heads into her room.
"Sally, don't you ever forget that you're my little sister, and I'll always be here for you."
"I know, Damien. Thank you." She hugs me around my neck as I head into my room.
"Sometimes I cry at school sometimes, because I miss you so much." I give her a kiss on the head as we lay in bed.
"Awe, really?"
I nod, as I cover us with the sheets, and I hold her close. "Yeah. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Sally."
"You too, big brother." She yawns a loud, and long yawn, forcing me to yawn as well, and in a few minutes, weree both fast asleep
After reclaiming my consciousness, nothing feels right. With a groan, I sit up in my bed which seems more comfortable than usual. It's a dumpy old spring mattress, but I can only feel soft plushiness. I sigh, running a hand through my hair, and let out a large yawn, and a wide stretch. To my left, Sally is sleeping soundly under the blue covers. But they were white when I went to be, right?
Sally also seems a of smaller. Maybe I'm still dreaming. With a shrug, I reach my hand out, and ruffle hermane as she sleeps. But something is off about me. My arm looks as if it's covered with...yellow...fur!? Okay, this is a dream. No doubt about it!
"You're quite right. This is a dream." Said a voice behind me. I turn around to see a navy blue horse with a horn and wings. What would that even be called?? I'm not sure. "Here, why not have a look at yourself?" Her horn lights up a blue color, and out of nowhere, a mirror appears, and that same blue light around her horn, surrounds the mirror as it floats over to me.
Curiously, I take it in my hands. I can't explain how I feel with what I see. I don't see me. I see the face of what I think is a stallion, with my eyes, just much larger, and my hair is much longer, and changed to more of a brownish color. I come to find my entire body is covered in a coat of yellow fur. A strange feeling at the end of my spin, suggests I have a tail as well. I turn my head back just enough to see, and sure enough, there is a long brown tail, laying across the bed. I guess I have hooves now, instead of feet, as well.
"This is a weird dream." I mutter, still looking over my body.
"This is no random dream, Damien. I am Princess Luna. A character from that television show your sister saw. I created a share dream for the both of you. After searching for five years where you may be."
"Okay, so maybe you can explain what happened with my sister at birth."
"I have no clue as to what caused it, but I may have an idea who did it." She states, standing in the middle of the room. Based on what I see, this is her bed. I scooch over, and pick Sally up, not expecting what I see. She's a full pony...and much smaller. This is kind of funny though. She's sleeping while she's sleeping. But this is a dream, so I shrug it off, and place her in my lap.
"You dint seem shocked of all of this." She tilts her head in confusion.
"It's only a dream. Things will go back to normal when I wake up." I smile at the princess, and pat the spot on the bed next to me. "Although, if this is a dream that leads off of reality, and this is actually real, I want to learn as much from you as I can."
"I see." She smiles back, and sits on the bed. "You probably wish to know why she's a normal pony and why you're a hybrid now?"
"Yeah, that would be nice."
"Well, you see, my sister's student, Twilight Sparkle, was sent to a human world, parrallel from ours, and when she got there, she was turned into a human. Upon her return she reverted back to a pony. Something about your world doesn't allow the full transformation. That is why you are what you call an anthro. Your sister was an anthro in your world, but a pony here because..."
"Wait...are you saying..."
"She's from Equestria. Not Earth."
"But...wouldn't that mean she's not really my sister?" I ask, tears filling my eyes. Luna only nods. "Then who does she belong to?"
Nothing could prepare me for what she said next. A single two letter word.
"Me." She turns her head to face me, and I notice a fear falling from one of her eyes.
"How? I don't get it! Are you going to take her away?"
"I've missed five years without my child. I would love to have her back. I know it's hard, but it's how it was meant to be."
I let out a gasp, staring down at the filly in my arms, who I've come to love and know as my sister for half a generation, to find she was somebody else's child. I can't hold the tears back any longer. Holding her tight, I cry my eyes out.
"I cant lose her! She's the most important thing in my life!"
"And you want her happy, right?" She asks, reassuringly, placing a hoof on my shoulder. I can only nod. "Dont you think doing the right thing would make her happy? She's been through such pain in your world. She doesn't belong there. Here she can be normal, and live life with as many friends as she wants, and not worry about government agencies."
"I guess you're right." I'm really surprised she hasn't woken up yet. "Why Hasn't she awaken?"
"I casted a spell to keep her asleep. But you do understand where I'm coming from, right?"
"I do. I just can't believe this. Are...are you taking her now?"
"I cannot this is only a dream. I would have to venture to your world to do so, which would take white a long time."
"How long?"
"About a year. To travel so far, and I'm sure there is no mirror that links our worlds. I would have to prepare for cross galaxy travel because even I cannot teleport so far. Your world is at least two hundred light years away. Cherish the time you have with her."
"But who is my real sister?"
"Her." Lunas horn glows, and a spot on the wall gives away to her blue magic, and an image of a pure white anthro girl lays asleep. She has a wavy blue mane and tail, and bears both a horn and wings. "Her name is Blue Sapphire." I havn't gained enough courage to tell her the truth. Tomorrow morning I must."
"What caused this anyway, and how did you find out she want your daughter?"
"Some magic spell that switches two children at birth, and how I found out, I sensed magic from your world. It took until today for me to feel it. But I traced it's trail all the way to your world."
"I understand. Mom isn't going to be too happy about this."
"Nor will Sapphire. She's come to be such a good child, friends with everypony. We have bonded so much, but this is the right thing to do. I will miss her, but I want my real daughter back. And you should be getting back to your world now."
"Wait!!" I manage to get out before she lights her horn.
"What is it?"
"My life goal is to keep Sally happy. And that's what I want to do more than ever since I only have a year left with her."
"Thats sweet." She gives me a warm smile.
"So, I was wondering, with all this magic stuff you guys can do...I was hoping you could cast some sort of spell on me so I stay this way...as an anthro, so she doesn't have to deal with it alone. I know it sounds weird, but I want to do whatever makes her happy."
"Very well." She smiles, and gives me a hug which a return, and her horn lights up, and with a flash, Everything is gone.
When I wake up, I'm at least happy to be in my own bed. Quickly looking myself over to see if my dream was an actual thing, I'm also happy to see myself still as an anthro. Sally is still asleep in my arms. I'd love for her to see the new me, but I'm going to let her sleep. I hold her closer, as I wear a smile of joy, yet a frown of sad at the same time. I guess you could call this a bittersweet moment.
With my new body, I'm going to have to adjust, and everything. I will still have to go to school. Yes it will be hard now that I'm a human pony hybrid, but I should be able to manage, and as long as I keep Sally smiling, it's all worth it. I know that both Sally and mom will get quite the surprise to see what I've gone and turned into. Somehow I feel right in this new form. Maybe it's because I'm just trying to do the right thing. As of now, I just hope I'm doing the right thing.
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.
"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.
"Thats just mad talk! How...how am I supposed to believe that!?" He yells, pounding a fist on the desk.
"I know it's hard to believe I turned into this, let alone be right here in front of you. You're not hallucinating, nobody put anything in your coffee there, you're not going crazy. I can assure you that."
"This is just crazyness in itself." He sighs heavily, placing his head in his hands. "I have enough to worry about as it is."
"You don't need to worry about me. I just came to let you know that I'm Damien, surprsingly the only one in the school. And hope that you can get the message to all the staff in the school."
"I do have to say, it's very mature of you to be coming to school, despite being...different."
"Yeah, I can't just completely skip school. Yeah it's not my favorite thing to do, but I still have dreams and stuff I hope to accomplish and stuff. So do you think you can tell my teachers and stuff who I am?"
"I don't know why I'm doing this. But I'll do it." He sighs again, and does some typing on his computer.
for a few minutes, the only sounds to be heard, is our breathing, the sound of Mr. Harches typing on the keyboard, and Katie scratching my chest, which compells me to just relax, and enjoy the feeling. A smile forms it's self on my face, along with a comforting sigh. She comes to rest her head on my shoulder, and closes her eyes.
"I'm sleepy, Damien." She whispers into my ear. I barely take notice of it, as Mr. Harches turns away from his computer.
"Okay, so it's done, and I will need to get you a new ID." He reaches into a drawer in his desk, and pulls out a small rectangle piece of plastic. "Just look into the camera of this machine here, and stay still."
I obey, and smile, staring into the camera, and he pushes a few buttons on it as it comes to life. He then inserts the plascit card into the small white machine. It hums for a short while, and soon comes to settls, and rejects the card. He takes it and hands it to me. I take it into my hands, looking it over, with the school logo, my ID. It has my ID number, my name, my grade, and date of birth, and the face of the yellow pony stallion I have become, in the upper left corner.
"Thanks, this means a lot." I reach a hand out to shake his, and he accepts it. "But, don't I have to pay for this?"
"Dont worry about it." He yawns, resting his head on his hand.
"Thanks again!" I smile, exiting the room, with Katie by my side.
"So, shall we head to breakfast at the cafeteria?" She asks, still gently stroking my chest.
"I had cereal at home already, but sure, why not. Also I get the feeling you only like me because I'm a pony." I smirk, shooting her a sly smile, as we make our way to the lunch room.
"I don't go for appearance. I go for personality, and so far, I like yours. I just like to pet you. I'll stop if you want me to." She blushes, removing her hand from my chest.
"I don't mind it when you pet me. You can keep doing it, if you want to." I smile, placing her hand on my chest again, and she resumes scratching my fur. "Like I said, it feels really good."
"Okay. So what are you and I gonna talk about?" She asks, moving a bang of her auburn hair out of her light blue eyes, as we walk down the dimly lit hallway, lined with lockers.
"Whats it like, being a pony? When you transformed, what was it like?"
"Well, I'm content with it, and I didn't experience a transformation. I woke up like this in the dream I told you about, and when Luna made it that I would stay this way, I woke up again like this, in reality."
"Thats cool I guess. If you see her again, can you ask her if she can turn me into a pony, too?" She asks, making big puppy dog eyes.
"I don't think so. I don't want to be the one to risk ruining your life, so that's a big no. It's because I care about you, you know. Just like with all of my other friends. I bet they're going to flip when they see me."
"Awe... But yeah, I wanna see their reactions!" She squees slightly, doing a little skip.
"Alright. They're right there." I point towards a group of kids at a table as we enter the cafeteria.
"Okay, let's go, I'm hungry!" she says in a sarcastic voice, picking up her pace. I shake my head as she skips ahead to one of the serving lines.
"Well, wait up for me!" I chuckle, jogging a bit to catch up to her. By the time I get there, she already has two trays set up with a carton of chocolate milk, a cup of apricots, and a breakfast burrito. "Hey, thanks." I blush, as she gives me on of the trays.
"Anything for a friend." She smiles back at me, and punches my right arm.
She walks up to the lady at the register, who you can guess was staring at me the whole time. She punches her code into this little contraption, which I have no idea what it's called. You just punch in your ID number, and hit enter, and they let you go. after doing hers, she waits for me, as I punch mine in.
"So...hi..." I smile sheepishly at the lunch lady. Did it come up as my old picture, or like this?" I ask, pointing to my face.
"Like...that..." She stammers, her hands shaking a bit, pointing at me.
"Good." I lead Katie to my groups table, and I take a seat, Katie next to me, making my other four friends look up. "Hey, guys...what's up?" I ask nervously, grabbing my burrito, and eating at least half of it in one bite.
"Uh...do we know you? I'm pretty sure we'd recognize a talking... Whatever you are, being in our group." Said Ashlyn.
"Actually, it's me...Damien. it's a long story I'll tell if you promise not to call me crazy, plus the fact that I'm probably going to be doing this all day." I sigh, giving a dissmisive wave of my hand, as I swallow my apricots as is.
"Oh! Then, you don't have to explain Anything, it's just...weird you've turned into...a pony I assume?"
"Yep. I chose to, you could say. For Sally, you know. I'd do anything to keep her happy."
"Wait, wait, wait, wait! You're telling me, you turned yourself into a pony!?" Angelo asks, flailing his hands in the air.
"Well, I didn't turn myself into a pony. I think I really should explain the story now."
"We got nothing else to do. So maybe hearing your twisted tale might give the convo some spice." Mike adds, grinning a little.
"Alright. Here I go." I sigh, about to share how I became a pony for the fourth time today.
About ten miutes later, Katie was laying her head on me the whole time, as she runs her fingers through my furry chest, making me sigh happily.
"So, that's what happened?" Ashlyn wonders.
"Yep. Now I'm here with you guys, and my new friend Katie who loves petting me as you can see." I chuckle a little, enjoying katie's affection. "Which I tend to enjoy." I say with a smile, as she pets me.
"So...you like that? Being somebody's pet?" Said Angelo.
"I'm not being anybody's pet. I just like it when Katie does this." I smile down at the young girl, laying her head on my chest. "It feels really nice when she pets my fur and all."
"Yeah! I'm doing this because I want to and because he likes it!" Katie protests, hugging me protectively. "And Damien, can...can I rub your belly, too?"
"That's fine by me." I reply, lifting my shirt a bit.
"Yay!" She squees, as she goes to scratching her fingers in circles around my stomach instead of my chest.
"Awe, ain't that just cute?" Said said Ashlyn, with a sincere smile.
"It's weird, is what it is, and cute too, I guess. And I assume you like being a pony?"
"For the most part, yeah." I shrug. "I like my fur, though. It's really nice on me."
"You don't say..." Ashlyn began "So, Damien, you know I'm supposed to get a hug from you everyday, but you haven't given me a hug yet." She says sternly, crossing her arms.
"Alright, come and get it." I laugh, holding my arms out for Ashlyn. She gets up from her side of the table, and comes over to mine, and embraces me in a tight hug. "So, you don't mind I'm a pony at all?"
"You're my best friend, Damien. It doesn't matter what you are." She says, tightening her hug on me.
"Thanks, Ashlyn. You're the best too."
"Damien?" She asks.
"Yeah, Ashy?" That's the nickname I made for her. She sighs, tapping her fingers on her knees, sitting in front of me.
"I know this may seem sudden...but will you go out with me?" She asks, laying her self on me, also taking me by surprise. "We've known each other for so long, now, and everyday my feelings for you just get bigger, and bigger, until now, I just couldn't resist the urge to ask you. And it's got nothing to so with being a pony, either!" She hugs me again, not as tight, but still tight. "Please give me a chance!"
"I...I don't know what to say...I'm just so flattered..."
"I'll give you sometime to decide. Until then, I'm calling dibs on petting you!"
"Hey!" Said Katie, as she was moved aside.
"Remember all those rumors about me having a severe crush on you?" She asks, as she begins to stroke my chest.
"They were true, I'm guessing."
"Not anymore, because I've completely fallen in love with you. If you want to stay single, I understand. I'm just asking for a chance."
"I know. And I'm giving you that chance, because I've always felt the same about you." I smile a bit, running a hand through her hair.
"Really? Thank you so much!" She smiles wide, nuzzling her cheek into my fur. "I'm so happy!"
"Believe me, I'm happy too." I hug her tighter, as she strokes my chest again.
"Can we...if you want to...do you think we can..." She begins to stammer.
"Kiss? I would love to." I smile sincerely at her, as she purses her lips, and leans closer, and I do the same, and our lips lock with each other on contact.
She wraps her arms around my neck, and I do mine around her waist. I feel my ears splay back, as everything melts away. Closing my eyes, I enjoy every second of my kiss with my new girlfriend. I pull her close, so she comes to sit on my lap, and my tail begins to sway on its own. the taste of her cherry lip gloss rubs off onto mine, as we continue to kiss. Besides everything else, the only thing to be heard is the smacking sound of us kissing, as this moment becomes absolutely perfect.
After a while, we finally pull away, and she stares into my eyes, smiling gleefully, as she brings a hand to my cheek.
"Thank you, Damien. That was amazing." She says soothingly, then lays her head on my chest. "Your fur is really soft."
"Your welcome, and I hope my fur is soft. Even though I'm a pony, I want to be the best for you." I smile with joy, holding Ashlyn in my arms.
"As of now, you're totally perfect." She says, as she bring a hand up and begins to scratch my chest again. "I know I said I didn't ask you out because you're a pony, but, I think I like you more with your fur."
"Thank you, I like myself more with fur as well. I'll try my best to keep it in a good condition."
"Good. Although, that kiss was strange in a way cause I technically kissed a pony. But I know it's you, so that's what made it so enjoyable." She sighs happily, laying her head right under my chin. "Did you enjoy our kiss?"
"Very much. This was also very unexpected, but I'm glad it happened. I was thinking of asking you out anyway." I smile down at her, running my fingers through her hair.
"Really?" She asks, looking up at me.
"Yeah. I also had a big crush on you. But now we're together." I tighten my hold on her, extremely thankful for this moment.
"You're so sweet, Damien. That's why I love you."
"I love you too, Ashy." I turn my head to see the others with their mouths dropped wide open. "What?"
"That escalated really quickly." Said Katie.
"Love is love. Deal wit it!" Ashlyn says, jokingly. I watch as she lays her head back down on me, she then takes some of my fur into her mouth, and nibbles on it?
"And I thought you were weird, Katie." I said, which earned me a smack from Ashlyn. "But it's cute, Ashy. Just don't pull anything out." She says nothing, but only nods, as she continues to nibble on the hairs in her mouth.
I don't know why, but I have the feeling this relationship is going to get weirder then I thought.
Sadly, our heart felt moment had to come to an end, as the school day came to start as more kids flood the halls. I think they're all too caught up in their drama, and fake relationships to notice me. That means less stares. But for the people who do see me, they either back away, wave with an excited smile, or give me the weirdest face they can muster up. Seeing all of these kids make me think of that one of a kind saying, how it literally applies to me, except it one of two of a kind, since Sally is an anthro pony, too.
I still feel rather strange about saying yes to Ashlyn. It came on pretty quick that she asked me out like that , but I'm atleast happy to be with the one I love. I think she asked me out because I'm a pony, and she lies to hide it. Not saying I'm mad, because I'm actually pretty happy about it. I think it was cute how affectionate she was towards me, and even though I've got horses lips, she still kissed me as if I were still human. That was the highlight of my day.
I head to my locker, which isn't too far, just a few turns down a couple halls, and it's right next to my first period class, how convinient! When I get to my locker, I do the combination code on the lock, and I grab my needed things for the day, and stuff them in my backpack. I usually leave my backpack here, unless I have lots of homework, and studying to do. But I always bring it with me during school. Imagine how hard it would be to hold all of my needed supplies like that!
After that, I close my locker, sealing the lock on it and turning the knob so the arrow is on the zero. I guess it's supposed to keep people from just opening the locker. I don't believe it, I just do it for extra measures, plus I don't have anything of value to steal. When it comes to me, I know a fast way to figure out your locker combination. Thanks to YouTube! I showed my friend Cole, who didn't believe me, but when I got his locker open in just three minutes, his face was pricless.
When I get to class, I just take my seat like usual, assuming my teacher got the message from the principle. Which he didn't, so I had to explain my twisted tale AGAIN so I could resume class. Well, it's two minutes to the bell, but you know. The other two kids in the room noticed me, and complimented how cool my 'costume' was, for how real it looked. I just smiled at them, and said my thanks. That's when they realized it wasn't a costume. They asked how it happened, and I simply said: "Magic"
So far, my first day as a pony is going quite well. I can still attend, I got the girl of my dreams, nobody trying to give me craps yet. My friends accepted the new me, plus, I can go to mom, with a smile on my face ,and tell her how great my day was, and not have to lie about it! I'm really starting to like the idea of being an anthro. It's cool to be different, you know? I was nervous at first when I walked through the front doors, but now, I'm sure I won't have to worry.
I just hope school will end faster than usually, so I can go home to Sally. Since...I only have a year left with her. The reason I haven't really been sad about it, is because I'm trying not to think of it, because I need to be happy for her, and show her that being a pony isn't as bad as she thinks. So until then, I'll just have to spend as much time with her as possible.
By the time the bell rings, almost every desk is occupied by another student, and those students can't seem to take their eyes off me. And a few even taking pictures.
"No taking pictures!" My algebra teacher, Mr. Dan shouts. "Anybody with a phone, besides Damien, bring it to me now!" He says in a stern voice, thumping a forefinger onto his desk, as everyone gets up to deposit their phones on the teachers desk. "Yes, a fellow student of ours has...gone through...whatever, that made him what he is now, but he shall receive no better, or worse treatment than the rest of us!"
Several sighs and moans, and grunts can be heard about the room. I can't blame them. they just got their phone taken, and got scolded. That really gets on peoples nerves these days. Especially guys, since they pay more attention to their phone, than their wives, and or girlfriends. Yes I said and or. You know how it is these days. "Oh I promise I won't cheat on you!" The same night, he's banging some side chick, just for money to get his supply of dope!
And so starts the day of school, having to go through it as a pony. But, it's well worth it.
Now half way through my first period, and evertything seems to be going smoothly. All though, I'm still the main attraction, and I'm sure I will be for the rest of the day. Well, probably for the rest of my life, since its just me and Sally, wouldn't that make us an endangered species? Yeah, that was a bad joke. I'm not one for making good jokes, so leave me be! But, dad was when he was in a good mood.
We had a group test today, and let's just say, that was the most akward moment in my life. Trying to do a test with three kids who can only focus on me, other than their tests. Here's how it went:
"What I'm passing out, is a practice, group test." Said Mr. Dan, as he goes around, handing out three page packet of green paper to everybody. "This will not affect your grade, it's just a review on what we've learned so far. Also, so I know who is falling behind and needs my assistance." He says, continuing his lecture. "Even though this will not affect your grade, still try your best as if it were a semester exam. You have fifteen minutes." He heads back to his desk as he finishes handing out the papers.
When it comes to these group tests, we have assigned people to work with, we gather up, wherever in the room, or just outside in the hall. We go into the hall, because it's much more quieter, so I grab my backpack, as I head out into the hallway, after the rest of my group. Already, I'm feeling a bit akward, you know...being a pony and all. We sit by the bubbler, (or water fountain, which ever you prefer) next to the door. I try to ignore their gawking, as I get to work on my test.
I'm using a binder for a somewhat hard surface to write on, so I don't have to bend over to the floor my first problem is finding the length of the longest side of a triangle. I forget the terms. I was never really one for math, so this may be a problem.
"Do any of you know how to do this hypotenuse (did I spell it right?) Stuff?" I ask, suddenly remembering what it's called. I look to them to see of they have an answer, but I get nothing. "Okay, we get it! I'm not me anymore! Can we just get this done?"
The other guy in the group, a tall, chubby guy, with a close shave of Orange hair, sounded like he said something. Don't know what. "What was that?"
"I said don't talk to me!" His deep voice booms on my eardrums, making my ears go flat.
"Melvin!" Said the only girl in the group. She's the opposite of Melvin. Shorter, and skinny, with her hair dyed blue, and a high pitched voice, slightly higher than average. "Give the guy some respect! He probably went through a lot for this to have happened to him, let alone still come to school!" She protests in my defense.
"I don't talk to freaks like him, and don't be telling me what to do, Gretta!" He roars, getting in Gretta's face.
"Well, if you put it that way, I'm not going to date jerks like you!" She barks back, moving away from him.
"Guys, we can't get this done with you two fighting! Thanks for sticking up for me Gretta, but just let him rant, it doesn't bother me. I don't just give in to people who try to put me down." I give Melvin a sly smile.
"Oh really? I heard you're some freakish pony, thing! Let me guess, you watch that little girl show My Little Pony?!" He says, getting in my face.
"Well, yeah, I'm a pony, but no I don't even know what show you're referring to. Plus your bullying sucks. This is high school. Not elementary. Plus, you probably do watch that show, since you were able to think of it real fast." I shrug, gently pushing him away.
"What? No! I...besides, who's the pony here?"
"Changing the subject like that suggests you do watch the show, along with the stammering." I say flatly, as I try to do my work.
"No I don't!" He grabs me by the collar of my shirt, lifting me up, pinning me against the wall.
"You know. Now you're getting desperate that I don't figure you out. But I hardly know you, so what do I care what you do with your spare time? Also, being a pony, I have hooves instead of feet. Meaning I could easily kick your junk, and it would hurt a lot more than a foot. That's what's going to happen if you don't put me down." I continue to smile, not fighting him back at all. "I think the choice is clear."
He mutterly curses, dropping me to the floor, which was like a two inch drop. My hooves flop on impact, and I resume doing my work. He moves to the other side of the hall, alone, and Gretta scoots over next to me.
"I have to say, that was amazing! Nobody ever stands up to him like that!" She exclaims, with a wide grin.
"Like I said. I don't let people mess with me. So, wanna try to finally get this done?"
"Yes please." She says, leaning on me. "I don't think I want to go out with him anymore. He's just a jerk who uses me to get more popular. Like seriously? You don't ask a girl out to just use her for your own games!"
"That isn't right. I wonder what's going on in his life to make him like that. Also, I hope you find another guy, who will actually care about and all."
"I was hoping you could be that guy for me. I mean, you're so nice, and the way you stand up for yourself. Like, every time I saw you, I just get the thought that maybe I could have a chance with you. Even though you've turned into a humanoid pony."
"Youre the third girl to ask me out, and it's only first period. Also, I have a girlfriend, so I'm gonna have to say no."
"Oh...can...can we still like...hang out sometime?" She asks, hugging me.
"Maybe." I hug her in return, softly rubbing her head.
"Thanks. Can...can I pet you? Since you have fur and all."
"Just go for it. I don't mind at all."
She smiles, running her fingers up and down my furry chest. "See? You're nice and all. I can see why everyone is starting to ask you out."
"Strange thing is, it doesn't start till the day I turn into a pony. Well, that was yesterday, actually."
"That's cool. You don't seem very phased by it. Like, it's as if you don't even notice!"
"I do notice it. I just got used to it really fast, is all." I reply, as I near the end of my test.
"Cool. So, can I copy your answers onto my test?"
"We were going to have the same answers anyway, so go ahead." I hand her my packet.
"Thanks!" She smiles, and starts copying my answers.
While she's doing that, I turn my gaze to Melvin, who is playing on a Nintendo DS instead of doing his work. He notices me looking at him, and flips me the bird. I smile and wave at him. "I'm gonna kill you!" He whispers, scrunching his face into a mad expression.
"Have fun with that!"
Along with being akward, it was also triumphant as well, since I totally owned Melvin. He must be very kissed and embarrassed. I do feel a little pitty for him, since Gretta broke up with him, and asked me out with him right there! Would have said no to here, whether or not I was single.
I bet you guys have had enough of the whole, people thing staring at me, because, it is getting really redundant. So I'll just skip to lunch from here. As soon as I get into the cafeteria, I hear a familiar name calling my voice, when I turn my head to see, I get a blur of black and peach colors, jumping onto me, wrapping its arms around my neck.
"Woah, calm down Ashlyn! Why so hyper?" I ask, catching her in my arms, somehow not falling over
"I'm not hyper, I'm just happy to see you!" She cheers happily, nuzzling my cheek, and tightening her grip on me.
"I'm happy to see you too, Ashy. You missed me?"
"Yeah, I just can't stop thinking about when we kissed this morning, and...I just couldn't get my mind off of you!"
"Thats cute. Some dude was trying to get to me with his cruddy bullying. But I'm fine." I smile down on her, running my fingers through her hair, as she rests her head on me.
"Knowing you, you probably took care of him, right?" She asks, taking my hands in hers.
"Of course I did. It was that Melvin dude who's always picking on people. Now, then. This pony is hungry, and I need to eat."
"Alright, then. Would you prefer hay?"
"No thanks. I may be a pony, but I'm not going to stoop to those low levels." I chuckle as I head for the lunch line.
I grab a tray from the stack, and I make my way to the pizza area, grabbing me a slice of cbr pizza. Cbr meaning chicken bacon ranch. After that, I grab me a carton of chocolate milk, and grape juice.
"Are you sure you should be eating meat? Ponies are omnivores."
"Herbivores, you mean. And ponies like me can eat meat. Yeah I've got a bunch of equine features, but I still have a human torso, except it's covered in fur, so I'm sure I can still enjoy the many wonders of produce." I correct, smiling a bit, as I check my food out at the register. Luckily I get free lunch, so yay for me!
"Alright, if you say so." She shrugs, putting an arm around the back of my waist, as we head to our table. "I love you Damien." She says, kissing me on the cheek.
Wi love you too, but what's up with that? I suddenly come to school like this .And three girls have asked me out, you being one of them, and you're already saying you love me! Not saying it's wrong. I think you lied to me earlier. You did ask me out because I'm a pony." I give her a sly smile, poking her nose.
"Alright, fine! I did, but that was only part of why. You...you aren't mad are you?" She blushes, looking down.
"No, I'm not mad. I just wanted to hear you say it." I chuckle a little, stopping to giver her a hug. Besides, I like it being a pony, so what's the harm?"
"I dunno. But, thanks, Damien." She responds softly, laying her head on me. "I'm happy you said yes to me."
"I'm happy I said yes, too." I smile, running a hand over her hair, the other holding her close to me. It was a little difficult, having to hold my tray with one hand, but I managed.
"I wish I could be a mare, so we could be a cute pony couple."
"That would be cute, but let's go sit down so we can eat."
"Okay. And, would it be alright if I could come over today? Cause I wanna cuddle. I've been in a cuddly mood for sometime now."
"Maybe." I shrug as we sit with our group.
"Hey, the pony man has returned!" Said Angelo, with a smack on my back.
"Really, Angelo? Did you just make me a pun from the wolf man?"
"Yeah, how did you know?" He asks, tilting his head.
"Not sure, really." I shrug again, as I take the first bite of my favorite pizza.
"Alright. So, you really like being as hairy as a sasquatch?"
"Do I look like a huge, living throw rug?" I deadpan
"No, I just meant that you liked this!" He takes my left arm, and gestures to the yellow fur that covers it.
"Yeah, is that a problem I like it?"
"No, it's just a little weird to me." He says, taking a bite of his blt sub.
"Plus it makes him so much sexier." Said Ashlyn, leaning against me, as she starts to scratch away at my chest.
"Okay, that was weird for all of us, because you just came out like that, now you're all over him like a fat kid on a cupcake." Angelo smirks, and snickers.
"Okay, I get the feeling me being a pony was a big reason you asked me out." I deadpan at Ashlyn.
"No, that was a small part of it, like I said, I just think your fur adds to how sexy you are to me."
"Dude, I'm here to tell you that, you're just turning her on by being hairy. Soon she's gonna want to have sex with you, and she will always beg you for it." Angelo whispers into my ear. "Good luck, dude."
"Whatever, she just likes my fur, I don't think it will go that far." I reply, opening my milk, and taking a sip.
"What do you mean by that far?"
"You always wanting to have sex with me because I'm furry, and stuff."
"No, but I will hope to get lots of cuddles from you." She smiles, nuzzling my cheek, as she continues to scratch my chest.
"Thats alright with me." I shrug, as I finish the rest of my pizza.
I then chug down my grape juice and milk, as Ashlyn happily pets me, which causes me to let out a sigh of delight. We sit in silence, as I hold her in my arms, enjoying each others company once again. But that was until...
"Damien!" I heard a similar voice shout at me. I turn around to see Melvin huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf, but he isn't going to be blowing any houses down, that's for sure.
"What now? I'm trying to spend time with my girlfriend. Maybe pick some other time to suck at bullying." I give a dismissive wave of my hand, as I turn back around, to holding Ashlyn.
"Ugh, what does that jerk want?" She scoffs.
"He's mad at me." I sigh, as I stand up to confront the three years old stuck in a sixteen year olds body. I think he's sixteen at least. "What do you want?" I ask, crossing my arms across my chest.
"I'm gonna squash you!" He roars, cracking his knuckles, stomping his way over to me.
"Oh, really now?"
He grabs me by the collar of my shirt, lifting me up again, spitting in my face, as he pins me against the wall again. "You're gonna pay for making my girlfriend breakup with me!" He pulls a fist back as if ready to punch. "This is what you get!" His fist lurches forward, becoming a blur, but my three times faster brain processing speed comes in handy.
I raise a hand, firmly holding it in place, deflecting his ouch towards the wall with a loud crunch! He drops me instantly, holding his bloody fist in pain. He was going to hit me with the knuckles, but got the wall instead.
"You bitch!" He screams in agony as surpervisors come over to check on the scene. "He bit me!" He cries, as his own blood begins to run down his hand, and arm.
"Is this true?" On of them asks me, as another one takes him off to the nurses office.
"Ask the wall." I point a thumb at the tiled wall, four cracks in it where his knuckles hit. He inspects it, seeing a little blood splattered on it.
"Would you come with me so we can clear this up...Damien...is it?" He asks, tilting his head.
"Yeah that's me." I shrug.
"I got an email from the principle about this, but I didn't believe it, so this is quite shocking to see." He says, leading me away.
"I'm coming too!" Said Ashlyn, as she follows us out of the cafeteria with my backpack in hand.
Later, me and Ashlyn were in the office with Mr. Harches, and Melvin, with guaze wrapping his hand. He glares at me menacingly, as he holds his crippled, and most likely broken hand.
"So, tell me what happened, Melvin." Mr. Harches said calmly, resting his chin on his hands, elbows on the desk.
"The freak bit me, is what happened!" He snaps, refusing to turn his sights away from me.
"Now, there's no need to yell or call names, okay? Did you really bite him, Damien?" He asks, turning to look at me. "I was simply enjoying my lunch with my friend Angelo, and Ashlyn het, when I heard him yell my name from behind. I had asked him to leave us alone, since he was harrassing me this morning as well. He refused d, so I asked what he wanted. He then grabbed the collar of my shirt, and pinned me against a wall, yelling how he was mad that his girlfriend broke up with him because of me. He tried to punch me, but I was able to deflect it, and he hit the wall, causing his hand to look like that." I explain, in a calm voice.
"And, what did you see, Ashlyn, because you said you saw everything go down."
"Exactly what Damien said, is what I saw." She says with a nod of her head.
"You're only saying that to back him up bcuza sue he's your boyfriend!" Melvin shouts.
"Melvin." Mr. Harches starts. "How can I believe you when all you said is that he bit you, and Damien had a full explination as to what happened. Plus, he has Ashlyn as his witness. Plus, you do have a history of bullying other students, which I have warned you, that needs to come to a stop. You also cause d damage to the wall in the cafeteria which has your blood on it which serves as more proof. I have no choice, but to punish you with five days of IOS. I will walk have to revoke your prom priveledges this year." He says, organizing some paperwork on his desk.
"GREAT! Because of you, Damien, I lost my girlfriend, my hand is broken, along with my fingers, I have out of school suspension, now I can't go to prom!" He yells, getting up from his chair. "Thank you very tucking much!" He grabs his backpack from there, and leaves.
"I do kind of feel bad for the guy. I had no intentions for this to happen, but it did." I sigh heavily.
"Dont feel bad. It was his own doing that got him in the situation he's in. We should just get our passes, and head to class, huh?" Asked Ashlyn, who has been stroking my fur since we sat at the table during lunch.
"Yeah, that sounds good."
"Here are your passes. Said Mr. Harches, sliding two pink slips of tardy passes to me and Ashlyn.
"Thank you." I say kindly, as we leave the room. "Well, that was quicker than I thought." I say with a slight chuckle.
"Yep. Now we have the same classes for the rest of the day!" She squees, hugging me tight
"And I assume you're not going to work, but pet me instead?"
She lays her head on my chest and shrugs. "I dunno. I just want school to be over already."
"Me too." I smile, wrapping my arms around Ashlyn as we exit the office, enjoying the feeling her petting me.
