One year. It felt like I was staring into the man in front of my face for one fucking year! I just didn’t expect to meet my father in such a goofy fashion like this!

Yes, this middle-aged, black-haired, slightly overweight southern man is my father. And I can say today is definitely one of the days I DON’T want to see him!

You never wanna see him though.

Not true.

“Uhh... hi, Dad?” I said uneasily.

“Dad? DAD?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?” He bellowed, bawling his hands into firm fists.

I exhaled deeply, attempting to formulate a sentence, but nothing but air came out as my chest deflated. The slightest jerk of his body was enough to expand his shadow, which was already encompassing my entire body. That’s just another reminder of how small I became. He can really hurt me now if he chooses to blow his cool...

Goddammit, brain! Now’s not the time to be a passive ho!

I’m not the one shaking like I’ve got a vibrator in my pants!

“Holy shit, Shawn are you okay!” Katie’s exclaimed out of nowhere.

I turned around and saw her running down the steps. Oh thank god, here she comes with the save. I wonder what took her so long though... I fell down the steps almost a minute ago.

Man you know females, man, they have to put on makeup everywhere they go, even when it’s just down the stairs or to the toilet.

She’s not like that though.

“Katie?” Dad murmured irately. “Why did you call that thing Shawn?” My right eye twitched? That thing? Well screw you too, hippie.

Katie turned to his direction and nearly had the same reaction I did. “Ahh! Oh... uh, hey Dad! What brings you home today? I thought you and Mom went on a vacation over the weekend?”

He raised an eyebrow at her shitty attempt to equivocate. “We were, but our flight was delayed. I don’t know why, but the whole airport was a mess. Anyways, tell me again what is going on? You have had to see this,” he pointed at me, “ You had to!”

“Yes, Dad, I have,” she said while fully climbing down the steps, stepping over me like I was an obstacle, which was pretty disrespectful if I do say so myself. She gestured at me and said, “Dad, this is Shawn. He turned into a my little pony this morning.”

Turned into a my little pony... that sentence sounds so wrong.

To our surprise, he chuckled. “Haha, Katie, just stop it. April fools just passed so you're not getting me. There is no way that is Shawn. Nice try, but bad prank.”

“Dad, this ain’t a prank. I’m so serious... this is Shawn!”

“Like I said, this isn’t a funny joke, Katie.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course he’s gonna be skeptical to the point of being stupid. Why do adults have to be so stubborn? After living for over forty-five years, you’ve got to have enough experience in life to loosen up, right?

“Dad, she’s right. It really is me. I woke up like this on my bed. I have no idea why, but it’s definitely me. I can prove it, too by saying something only I would say.” He raised an eyebrow. “4-5-6, You lost now give me your six.”

Dad’s smile immediately faltered. If the situation weren’t so uptight, I would burst out laughing right now. I sighed and slowly approached him. “I know this is weird and everything, but you gotta believe me. And please...please, do not make a scene, alright? I don’t want Mom waking from her sleep to see a grown man fighting with a mythical horse...”

He leered at me. Suddenly the room drifted into an awkward, pregnant silence that surprisingly made it feel like the thermometer was bumped up by at least twenty degrees.I blinked, breathing in deeply just to look like I was doing something. I then looked at Katie, who shrugged while a hesitant smile itched off her lips.

“Um... Dad, are you okay?” She asked, waving a hand in front of his face.

He ignored her and continued staring at me. Not in hatred, but more so... curiosity, and disgust. “...Why do you sound like that? Are you a female or something?”

“Ummm, you could say that...” I trailed off.

“You sure? 100% percent?“

“I guess.”

“Bullshit! I got to see it to believe it!”

Wait, what?

My cheeks flared as I took a step back. “N-NO!”

Katie took a step forward and protectively covered me. “That’s enough, Dad. Shawn’s a girl. Trust me, I washed him up.”

“Seriously? I go away for seven damn hours just for my son to turn into my daughter! What the fuck, Jesus!” He screamed to the top of his lungs, looking to the top off the ceiling.

She deadpanned and let go off me. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about him being a pony?”

“And how about you?! Where are your concerns in general, Katie?! You knew Shawn was like this and you didn’t even tell me or your mother?! You like him like this or something?!” He blatantly accused.

“No! I didn’t even know y’all were home!”

“You still could have called us and told us! ”

“Um... why would I do that and ruin y’all trip?”

“FORGET THAT, KATIE! Look at him!” He said while throbbing a finger at me. “He’s sick as hell! You should have told me the moment he transformed!”

“I’m not sick...” I piped in, but my words were overshadowed by their shouting match.

“Well, maybe it was GOOD I didn’t tell you because of the way you’re acting right now! Calm down! We need to be cool about this bec-”

He stomped on the floor furiously. “BE COOL?! What?! What do you mean be cool! This isn’t normal at all! I don’t understand how you two are so aloof about this, especially you, Shawn!”

I flinched. “W-what do you mean?”

“You’re just standing there like you don’t give a damn about what’s going on! You sure could have fooled me... it’s like you wanted this or something!”

Alright, that’s enough.

“Dad...” I started in a low, growling alto that actually sounded kinda intimidating, “I almost killed myself when I found out I turned into a pony. I jumped into a motherf-mirror! How is that calm? And I told you to not overreact about this, but you STILL do it anyways! Now Mom is probably up because of you!” Which means I’m gonna have to deal with her bitching.

“How am I supposed to react, Shawn? I’m finding out that my son, the kid I brought into this world, is now an unknown species and could have a contagious disease! Do you want me to break out laughing at that?!”

“N-no I don’t but I know you have some anger problems and can tend to drag things a li-”

“-We’re going to the hospital-” he broke in suddenly.

“..What?” I whispered, my mouth twisting downwards.

“We’re going to the hospital I said, you heard me.”

The hospital... as in.. the doctors?

But why. That is so unnecessary. When I first woke up like this, I knew it couldn’t have been a disease. I heard nothing about humans transforming into ponies weeks prior to this, and trust me, I’m very up to date with the news. Also, I’ve had no symptoms at all, haven’t ate anything weird, and haven’t had sex with anybody lately besides my ex (who I’ve been smashing for two straight years) so that is definitely out the question too.

Plus, why would I risk being experimented on too? Those doctors will probably freak out when they see me, call the Cia or whatever, and put me in a goddamn quarantine for life! Fuck outta here with that.

“I hope you showered, because we’re going as soon as I come back down stairs.” He walked past the both of us and went up the stairs. Once he reached the top he said, “When I come back down, you better be ready to leave, Shawn. We’re getting out of here as quick as we can.”

Once Dad left the vicinity of the living room alone to us, a relieved sigh escaped our throats. I glanced at Katie morosely, and she seemed to understand what was on my mind.

“Okay, he had an outburst, but it could’ve been worse, right?” Katie said mirthfully, walking toward the couches to take a seat.

I huffed and followed her to the same couch. There goes Katie, always in the mood to joke. “This isn’t funny, Katie. I don’t want to go the hospital!”

“Why not? Don’t you wanna get this cured?”

My mouth scrunched to the side in befuddlement. “Weren’t you the one that told me this isn’t a disease, but some supernatural shit?”

“Yes, but it’s sometimes it’s good to try and get other options. I doubt it too, but you have to try. Although I like you like this better, I liked you as an ugly, big-headed boy too.”

“Ha ha ha, how reassuring,” I snorted sarcastically, meriting a giggle from her. “But seriously, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why not? Because you’re uncomfortable? Wow, I thought you were afraid of nobody,” she taunted.

I shook my head. “That’s not what I’m talking about! Look, if you were a doctor, what would you do if you saw me?”

“Stare at you in awe, then try to examine you? And probably scratch behind your ears?”

“No, you wouldn’t try to examine me. You couldn’t. Doctors examine humans, not animals. They wouldn’t know what the hell to do with me. They would have to get someone more suited and experienced involved.”

“Are you sayin-”

“Yes, I’m saying they would have to get a group scientist to experiment on me. Or the government. Whatever happens, it’s gonna be big and a long process that I don’t care for.”

Katie’s face softened at my statement. “Oh my god, Shawn, I never thought of it like that.”

“Yeah, I’m not turning into a guinea pig for nobody. Dad’s heart is in the right place and all, but I’m not going to the hospital. I rather just wait it out and see if there are any other people like ‘me’. Don’t laugh at me, but I read a couple of fanfics where scenarios like thi-”

“I already know you read fanfics, Shawn,” she injected. “It’s no surprise. Don’t be embarrassed, everyone needs their yuri in text form once in awhile.”

“And you should know all about that, carpet-muncher," I retorted. "Anyways, I’m thinking there might be more people like ‘me’, and if that’s the case, eventually the outside world will find out about one of ‘us’, and then they can be the guinea pig, and then we can find out what is going on, and boom! Just like that, I don't have to do a damn thing and can still become human,” I said with a sly smile.

She crossed her arms. “I don’t know. That sounds far-fetched don’t you think? Besides, I doubt the doctors are going to go that far with you.”

“It’s better than being a guinea pig. I swear to god, I rather live like this then become somebody’s experimental bitch! And I’m not taking the chance,” I maintained, crossing my arms as well.

“Well, why didn’t you tell Dad that?”

“Katie, you know that douche isn’t going to listen. Just stop it. ”

“I guess. What are you gonna do though?”

“Easy. I’ll hide in your room.”

“You’re not hiding in my room, kid.”

“B-but hiding in my room is too obvious!”

She shrugged. “Oh well. I’m not going against Dad, I’m sorry. I don’t need to get him on his bad side right now.”

I can’t believe I’m about to do this. Manhood, I’m sorry, but you ain’t working for me right now.

“P-P-Pleaseeee?” I whimpered, giving my best puppy dog eyes while adding a small lip quiver for extra effect.

She giggled.“You’re not even doing it right. You just look straight funny.”

“Ah, come on!”

Damn. I think you just took your biggest L of the year.

No, he took thee biggest L of the year honestly.

Who the hell are you?

My eyebrow furrowed at the extra voice in my head. That's weird... where did that come from? Ehh, whatever. Let me focus on that later. First I need to find a pot... but where?

Oh shit, I forgot about the basement! No one goes in there anymore at all, it's basically abandoned!

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I opened the door to my basement and was met with nothing but... pitch black darkness. Goddddd!

I shook my head and tried to feel for the light switch, only to feel the smooth surface of the walls. Damn, I just realized I’m too short to reach the light switch.

“Katie can you-” I shoved a hoof into my mouth at the last second. Katie what? No, she’s done too much for me today. I don’t need her to spoon feed me anymore. I’m the older brother after all, and I need to find my way through this crap by myself. I may or may not be human again, so I better start trying to transition while it's early. That’s what one of my wise friends said, “Early bird gets the gun, second to last gets the bullet in the stomach.”

My head snapped back as I looked over the kitchen. Thanks to the light source emitting from the kitchen, the walls weren’t as dark as the rest of the basement. I used my senses, and some of my vision of the white plastered wall, to scout for the light switch. My broad smile stretched across my face as I made out a small black blob protruding from the wall. That’s the switch obviously, but the darkness camouflaged it.

I got up on my hind legs and pushed against the wall for support. Initially wobbling, I regained some momentum and jumped as high as I can, flicking the switch on my way down. Suddenly the lights flashed, illuminating the entire basement from top to bottom.

“Yes!” I squeaked. So what if I squeaked? I’m not gonna let some gay little sound ruin my moment. I did something for myself today! I did it on my lonely!

You’re acting like a slow kid who finally learned how to kick a soccer ball.

Stop hating cause you have no limbs.

I lifted one of my forelegs to travel down the stairs, but sadly I miscalculated the distance between the lower step and my current position and the radius of how far my hoof reached in accordance to my height and-

I fell down the steps again.

BLOODCLOT!

My face was greeted with the horrible feeling of cold, cement ground. Instead of dwelling on it like last time though, I immediately got up and rubbed my muzzle soothingly. Jesus Christ, at this rate I’m gonna look like the Anteater if my mouth keeps bumping the floor.

I sighed and began to search for a secure hiding spot. My basement is a pretty spacious area, but there were objects and props filling up all the extra space to make it seem more closed in then it is. There was a large Tv stacked against a wall with a whole dvd/cd cabinet under it, couches surrounding it, a large pool table that took up most of the room, a small table that was used for drinking and playing cards, various display cases that held basketball/football stuff, fat heads of different sport athletes hung on the wall and best of all, a washing and drying machine with dirty laundry stacked on it. Yep, this is one hell of a basement. Shouldn't be too hard t find a spot.

Maybe you should hide with the dirty laundry? You'll fit perfectly.

Yawn. Get new material you stain.

As I turned the corner, my ears perked up as a venomous hiss crept in it. “What the...” I slowly turned around and saw a familiar black and white colored cat glaring at me.

“Kennedy?” I muttered, studying him closely. He replied with another hiss, this one more fierce. Something looks different about him. Why is his fur sticking up like that? Why is his pupils so dilated? Why is his claws out like that?

Ohhh, I see. He’s thinks I’m hostile because of my scent so he's gonna attack me.

I snickered and playfully put my hooves up. “Easyyyy, kit. It’s your boy, Shawn. Let’s not do something reckless.” It’s not that I’m scared of a cat or anything, but it’s the fact that I’m afraid of the idea I’m gonna have to put a puss in hospital boots, and I usually don't advocate animal cruelty either.

Suddenly, another hiss came from a side of the basement. I turned around and saw another animal’s face; this one way more angular, big, angry, and... mutty.

“Kekeeehhhhh!” It growled.

And here comes Abraham. FUCK!

Author's Notes:

Guess who's back? First off, I wanna apologize for the delay. Life really caught up to me last year, so I had to get myself back together before I started with the story again. Also, I finally broke free of some mean writer's block, so that's good news too. So yeah, except more frequent updates, but shorter chapters like this (no more constant 5,000-10,000 chapters)