The black bushy dog barked again, revealing its sharp canine teeth in all of its glory. I cringed and took a tentative step back. “Abraham, settle down, boy. It’s me... Shawn! Don’t do nothing you’ll regret...”

Aww.. is somebody scared?

Hell yeah! That’s a freaking Russian Terrier, dude! I have no qualms with the cat because I’m the same size as him, but the dog? No!

He continued to accost me malevolently, making me back up even further. I suddenly came to a stop when I felt something concrete poke me in the back. I turned around and saw the cat from earlier grilling me. My eyes darted between the two as I put two and two together and realized they were ganging up on me.

Really? Am I about really be jumped by a damn cat and dog?

I tried to run for it but they quickly closed in on my back and neck respectively. Son of a bitch. Oh well, maybe they'll hear my screams of agony from upstairs.

Suddenly, I felt a brushing feeling against my legs. I looked slightly under my neck and saw Kennedy rubbing his head on my legs affectionately, purring in pure bliss.

Wait... wasn’t he just hissing at me a few seconds ago? “...Um, what? What are you doing?” I asked with an abashed glare. Even though it felt nice, it was random as hell. You don't stare someone down then rub your head on them. That's like hugging someone after they banged your wife.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of paws grab my butt out of nowhere. The sudden touch made me jolt up, but I felt myself being held back as a heavy body rocked back and forth against me rapidly. And just like that, my blood turned to ice.

Well, sweet mother Teresa on the hood of a Mercedes Benz, that fucking curr is humping me!

I yelped and instinctively broke free from the hot and bothered animal’s clutches, scrambling on my side. The animals slowly crept towards me, as if I were a deer trotting peacefully in the woods. Oh man, it all makes sense now. They weren’t growling at me... they were growling at each other because of me! But why? I’m not even their species! Are you telling me cats and animals screw everything they see moving?

Ugh... this is officially insane. I’ve got to get up out of here before 101 pony\dog\cat hybrids are made.

Brain, you know what to do, right broman?!

I GOT YOU BROHEEM! WE'RE NOT GONNA BE A VICTIM ANYTIME SOON, BROTAOTO CHIP! ACTIVATING RUN LIKE A BITCH MODE IN 5...4... 3... 2... 1...

“MIERDA!!!!” I cried while bolting towards the steps. The freaky animals caught onto my tail in a matter of seconds in their pursuit. I could feel them catching up to me, but I couldn’t hear them. All I could hear was the thumping of my heartbeat and my accelerated breathing.

I spotted Dad in the living room but blew past him like he was invisible, the adrenaline in my veins pumping too strong for me to stop.

I made my way up the stairs and dashed down the hallway. Through the flickering haze obscuring my sight, I was somehow able to see my bedroom door open. I ran straight in and dived under the bed apace.

“The fuck?” Dante murmured after seeing me bolt under the bed.

“CLOSE THE DOOR!” I screamed. “Hurry!”

“What are you talking abou-”

The animals suddenly zipped underneath the bed and came for me again. I turned my head and began wildly swinging my hooves. I didn’t care if I was missing or not... I’m NOT going down without a fight.

The presence of the two squallies suddenly diluted, and I opened one eye and saw Dante yanking them out. He beckoned them towards the door forcefully and yelled to the top of his lungs, “ GET OUTTTT!”

Their footsteps scrambled out the door faster than immigrants crossing the border, which meant they got the picture.

Dante sighed and leaned on a knee to peek under the bed. “Shawn? Are you okay?” I don’t know if he could see my face, but I shook my head. “What happened? Why were they chasing you?”

I bit my lip, contemplating if I should tell him or not. It's so embarrassing, but I gotta tell somebody. If I'm gonna live with those two in the house, someone needs to be aware of their sexual tendencies! “T-They were trying to gang RAPEme...” I said, shuddering with trepidation.

The young man froze. “You're lying.”

“I'm serious, Dante! That dirty little curr was humping me while the cat was playing with my legs!” His lips quivered and he pulled his head out. He let out a long, wheezing cough before breaking out with laughter. My left eye twitched in frustration. “What the?! How is that funny?!”

“Hahaha, i-it’s not...” He chortled, “ It’s HELLLARIOUS!!!”

“That’s not funny you prick! I bet if you almost got homo sexually wrecked by someone it wouldn’t be so funny, huh?”

“And you said the pussycat was trying to get some pussy too?! Haha, I guess it ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have none!”

My mouth twisted uncomfortably from his corny pun. Suddenly, I don't even feel angry anymore. Just... dissapointed. I thought he was gonna give me a good reason to curse him out. "Dante... you're such a dork for that..."

“What the hell is going on here?!” Dad erupted abruptly as he launched in the room. “Why did I see the pets chasing Shawn? Where is he anyways? And why do I keep hearing the word 'rape' being thrown around?!”

“H-He’s hiding under the bed, hehe, ” Dante replied, still visibly chuckling.

I saw the man’s face peer through the sheets. “Shawn?”

“Y-yes...”

“What happened? Did they hurt you?”

“Not physically...”

“What are you talking about?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, man... it’s disturbing,” I muttered, covering my face with my hooves. Dante meanwhile was still cracking up on my behalf.

“Will you shut the hell up you immature deadbeat!” He finally snapped at him. “And Shawn... Why did you go to the basement in the first place?” I just blinked, opting out to respond. “Tell me! What made you go to the basement when I told you to stay put? Huh?”

If I told him why, he’ll kill me. I’m good.

“I... I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to... roam around a little bit.”

“Roam around? What? Get out from under there right now and talk to me like a man!”

Suddenly, two more sets of footsteps traveled into the room. Thank God. Saved by the bell once again! “What’s going on? Why are you yelling at the bed, Kane?” A female voice muttered, except this time it wasn’t Katie’s.

Ohhhh shit, not her! She is gonna freak!

“Shawn was being chased by your ‘beautiful’ pets,” Dad snarled.

“Excuse me?!” She huffed, offense draining her tone,“ What does those two have to do with any of this! And what do you mean they were chasing Shawn? That makes no sense. ”

“Mom, you've got a lot of catching up to do,” Dante said monotonously.

“Yeah a lotttt,” Katie added for emphasis.

“W-What are you talking about? Kane, what are they talking about?”

“Shawn, get out from underneath the bed right now,” he ordered. I covered my face. Oh man, why they have to put me on the spot like this?! Why can’t I just meet everyone in natural way for once?!

“Underneath the bed? Why is Shawn underneath the bed?” Mom muttered. “How can he even fit under there?”

“SHAWN!!!”

“Alright Alright!” I growled in annoyance. Goddamn, he’s like pubic hair! Always on my dick!

“Who said that?!” Mom gasped out. “Is that coming from under the bed? Who’s voice is that? What the hell is going on?!”

I sighed and once again felt the burden of revealing myself to her weight down on my shoulders. I crawled from underneath the bed and stood with the best posture I could on four feet, or four hooves. If she’s gonna see me like this, I’m not gonna look like a wreck. I’m gonna stand with the confidence she knows the ‘human’ me for. "Hi, Mom."

Mom’s eyes scintillated with shock the moment she saw me. “Oh my god... did that little toy pony just move? And talk?!”

“I’m not a toy pony, Mom... I’m a live one... a live animated one,” I joked. Yes, I made sure to add a joke in the sentence because I’m the only one in the house with that consistent, corny humor. “And yes..., I’m Shawn.”

“S-Shawn?” She breathed out helplessly. I nodded. "S-stop lying! You're not Shawn! You're just a toy programmed to say that!" Her head quickly whipped to her husband. "Tell me this is just a prank, Kane! Tell me she really isn't my son! Tell me... TELL ME!" she shouted while pounding on his chest.

"No! I'm not telling you because that is Shawn!" he grunted, pulling her hands away. "And stop punching me! That hurts!"

She turned back to me. "Shawn... is that... really you?"

"I swear to your dead grandparents it's me..." I expected her to say something else, but all she did was stare at me, not blinking once. My mouth twisted uncomfortably. Oh boy... I hope I didn’t turn her into a mannequin!

I looked at her keenly, trying to extract her thoughts from her blank countenance. Sadly, it was blank, so I couldn’t really tell. She could be happy, sad, disgusted, frustrated, angry... or even jealous that I'm a pony! Long stretch... but still, that shows how open it is.

Her eyes suddenly started fidgeting, and her mouth formed a tiny circle in anticipation to say something. However, her eyes slowly closed and she started to fall backwards. Oh shit, she fainted!

Dad luckily came from behind and scooped her body in his arms, stopping the fall.

I sighed. Well, that was easier than I thought

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My bedroom was getting a little too emo sexual, and everyone was hungry, so we relocated to the best place to satiate everyone: The dining room.

Mom was awake now and despite calming down, she was still uneasy from the whole transformation. She also didn’t like the fact I didn’t tell her as soon as possible. Luckily she didn't dwell on it. She also asked me why the animals were chasing me. I didn't tell her the real reason obviously and simply told her to keep them away from me at all costs. She didn’t like my vagueness at all, but seemed to get the message.

Now sitting at the table, we waited as Dad served the plates. He did the cooking today since Mom just fainted recently, but by the smell of it, it seems like he’s doing a good job. When he served the plates I took a few moments to study mine. It was nothing special but hot damn did it look it! Waffles, scrambled eggs, grits, and bacon. I know I probably shouldn’t be eating meat because a lot of fanfics claim ponies are vegetarian and shit, but who’s to say I have to be vegetarian? If it tastes good, I’m eating it.

My stomach started to rumble as the appetizing aroma traveled to my nostrils. I grinned and reached for my fork. Instead of grasping it with my fingers however, I accidentally bumped it away, making it clang against my glass of orange juice. Huh?

I frowned and looked at my fing- Oh crap, I forgot I don't have fingers. “Goddammit,” I huffed under my breath while lightly pounding the table.

“Shawn, watch your mouth,” Mom muttered.

"But I just said Godd-"

"Don't use His name in vain!"

I rolled my eyes. “My fault... damn!" She frowned. "Sorry, Mom, but I'm just mad I can't eat my food.”

“Why not?”

I frowned and held my hooves in front of my face. “Becauseeee I have no hands! I can't hold anything like this!”

“I see...” she muttered.

“Why don't you just stuff your face in the plate?” Dante suggested.

“Are you serious? Just so I could get syrup in my fur?” Dante shrugged and continued to eat. I sighed and threw my head back in resignation. “I give up. Whoever wants my food can have it.” I scooted my chair from underneath the table and primed to jump down.

“Where do you think you're going?” Mom asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Upstairs. Maybe that way I won't have to watch you guys e-"

“No you aren't,” she broke in, getting up from her chair. I gave her a baffled look as she moved from her side of the table to mine. She grabbed my chair by the top hedges and forcefully pushed it back under the table.

“What are you doing, Mom?” Katie asked.

Mom snatched the fork off the table and plucked it firmly into the stack of waffles, grabbing a knife with her other hand to cut a small sized slice by the end. “Open up,” she commanded.

I cringed. “W-What?”

“Am I speaking to a baby? Here comes the choo choo train say ah!” She said while slowly moving the fork towards my mouth. I tried to whack it out of her hands, but her quick reflexes prevailed.

“Get away from me!” I said while flinching back.

“You need to eat, Shawn! Now stop being difficult before I change my mind!”

“No! I’m not gonna be spoon fed like a-"

The moment ‘a’ escaped my lips, she forced the fork in mouth. My eyes popped out and I held my cheeks in like a blow fish, resisting to swallow it.

Oh my god, brain, she’s forcefully feeding me!

YOU BETTER CHEW THAT!

But Brai-

CHEW IT, PUSSY!

I whimpered and chewed it slightly.

NOW SWALLOW IT!

I swallowed most of it, although a small chunk still hung on my tongue.

NOW IF IT'S TOO NASTY, SPIT BACK AT ME!

Thankfully, I swallowed all of it, and hot damn was it tasty! Mom smiled as she saw my fluctuating reaction's positive shift. “There... was that so hard?”

I rolled my eyes. I hate being spoon fed like a baby, but whatever. This is just for now anyways. I opened my mouth and continued to let her feed me. It was freaking embarrassing! I had to deal with Katie ‘d'awwing’ to Dante smirking like an ass wipe, to Dad just staring at me awkwardly! Either way, I enjoyed the meal and the meat didn't have any adverse effects either. Just goes to show you that bronies be pulling that ‘ponies can’t eat meat’ crap out of their ass. But then according to the show, they can’t. But it’s just a show, right? I bet they hide many things off-screen. My butthole is one thing.

After Mom finished feeding me, I quickly sipped my drink, which was easier since all I had to do pick up my glass is use my hooves like they were two giant pliers. A large belch erupted from me as I finished. “Mmmmmm, that was good!”

Dante nodded. “Yeah, that was pretty good. Not bad, Pops. You put Mom to shame with your cooking. She should retire and give you the key to the kitchen.”

“Dante, how could you!” She gasped in mock offense.

Everybody began laughing, even Dad, which was rare because ever since I transformed he's been quiet. In fact, he said nothing during the entire meal. All he did was grill me like I was a terrorist or something. I didn't look at him directly because I wanted to see if he was gonna stop, but the hog was in full-on creep mode today! Maybe he’s still thinking about taking me to the hospital?

I shivered and turned to Mom, smiling gently. “Well, thanks for feeding me, Mom, but just know I won't need you next time.”

Mom stroked a string of her black hair from her face and sighed. “ I hope so too, honey. I'm just so shocked you turned into this. A part of me believes it's a dream... But then it seems way too real. It's so... surreal. But no matter what, you're still my child.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“I mean, maybe I can get used to you like this? You’re so cute and cuddly,” she cooed.

I cringed. “Cute? I’m not cute! I’m supposed to be handsome.”

“No you aren't,” Dante cut in. “ I wouldn't call some anorexic, Eminem look-alike handsome at all.”

“Man, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful. Maybe if you got rid of that yee-yee Tony Hawk haircut of yours,” I pointed toward his messy mop of black hair, “you’d have some females in your phone!”

“I hope they aren’t as slow as the ones you talk to.”

“At least they're not whales.”

Everybody broke out with laughter again. I gotta admit my day has gotten a lot better. I know it's still early and a lot of adversity is bound to happen, but moments like these show that certain things in life can never change.

When the laughter died down, Dad chose the perfect opportunity to speak. “Soo... are you ready to go to the hospital, Shawn?”

My ears contracted at the mention of hospital. Andddddd this is where the adversity begins. “I said are you ready to go the hospital,” he repeated, although he knew I heard him the first time. “I gave you a chance to eat, so there shouldn’t be any excuses now.”

“Kane, what do you mean by ‘hospital’? What are you guys talking about?” Mom asked, shooting him a quizzical glare.

“Nothing, Mom. Dad thinks Shawn has a disease when he really doesn’t,” Katie answered with a roll of the eyes.

“And how do you know that, Katie?” Dad said while leaning in to her, which she uncomfortably twitched back. “Are you a doctor or something? Do you have your medical degree already? Because if so I'll take your word for it.”

“Why are you being so nasty? It's her opinion! At least give her a chance to back it up,” Mom said in her defense.

“There is nothing to back up! Katie just doesn't want Shawn to go to the hospital because she likes him like this!”

“What the hell are you talking about!?” We snapped in unison.

“Watch your mouth! And don't act like I'm stupid, I know what's going on.” He turned to me and jabbed a finger my way. “Shawn, you think you're so smart, huh boy? ”

“W-What are you t-talking about?” I sputtered, my ears contracting from his sudden offensive tone.

“Cut the shit! You were hiding from me in the basement so I wouldn't take you to the hospital!”

"FU-" I bit my lip with all my grit to prevent the volatile swear word from bursting out. Crap, he actually figured it out! I thought he would forget!

“That’s right only reason you went into the basement earlier today was to hide from me so I didn’t have to take you to the hospital!”

“T-that’s not true,” I stuttered, “I was just looking for my coat!”

“Yeah, you are looking for your coat in the basement when it’s like 70 degrees outside. Plus you have a whole layer of fur covering you right now!” he snorted, dissecting my bullshit with ease.

Jesus Christ, you’re worse at lying than Pinocchio.

“Ugh, I can’t take this anymore,” Katie announced while shooting out her seat. “You guys are really irritating!” She held her hands up and slowly walked out the room.

My eyes widened in regret. Shit, I really needed Katie’s help to drive my point home! Well, fine.

“I-It’s not a disease...” I started.

“How do you know that? What are you trying to say it is then? Magic?” He asked, although it was probably a rhetorical question. I didn’t care though..

“I know what a disease is. There’s autism, cancer, hepatitis, gonorrhea, and super gonorrhea; but there is no way in hell this is a disease! Magic is more believable than that!”

“But Shawn, it’s the only possibility. Why else would you turn into a pony?” Mom asked .

“No, it can’t be a disease! I had no symptoms of this before today even started, I didn’t eat anything weird recently, sleep with anyone new, or go around any places with heavy radiation!”

I looked at Dad and pointed at him furiously. “Stop putting things in people’s head when you know nothing!”

“Listen, kid, don’t even try to argue me down because I’m more versed in this stuff than you!” He chuckled condescendingly. “You’re only sixteen while I’ve been on the planet long enough to see diseases develop over time slowly with none to any indications! And you do know a symptom is an indication of a disease, right? You are the symptom, Shawn! Now stop beating around the bush and just tell me the real reason!”

I grimaced. He’s right about that. He’s completely right. I never thought about it like that. Technically this could be a disease... but still, a disease that transforms people into a fictional ponies? Ugh, this is so weird!

“Relax, Kane!” Mom said while putting her hands up. “Maybe sh- I mean he is just nervous about seeing the doctors like this?”

“That’s not even the reason, Mom,” I said softly. “Think about it... what can a doctor possibly do? I’m a walking enigma... they wouldn’t have the first clue what to do with me! If they know nothing about animals, what makes you think they will know anything about the freak that I am? Let’s just take a second to realize that I’m literally a pony out of a freaking cartoon! That's some Illuminati stuff right there!

“Plus, if I go to the hospital, you might not see me anymore. For a while anyways. Doctors are persistent and will try to get money any way they can. The government will. They will try to run experiments on me and make me some lab rat! Do you really want that, Dad? Would you risk that happening to me, even if it’s useless? Or would you rather wait and see if a cure pops up naturally?”

“I would take the chance, the sooner the better,” he replied nonchalantly.

Time seemed to slow down as an abstract bullet ripped through my chest. I blinked, clogged my ears out a little, and soon demanded clarification to the top of lungs. “...WHAT?!” Everyone in the room seemed to share my sentiment and gave him a dubious look.

He raised an eyebrow and turned his head. “Why are y’all looking at me like that?! I’m sorry, but there is no in between here! I know who Shawn is. I brought Shawn into this world and I raised him; there is no way in hell that that colorful alien looking horse-thingy is Shawn! I mean, look at him! He’s not even a ‘he’ anymore! This is some bullshit!”

“Kane!” Mom scolded.

“No! This is bullshit, and it’s gay! If that was me, I wouldn’t stand being like that for more then a second! That’s the problem with the world now: People like to sugar coat everything and make it seem like it’s alright. But, that’s why sooner or later we’re gonna have a faggot win the presidency!”

“Kane! Stop it!” Mom shrilled while grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.” That’s enough! Just stop talking, please!”

My breathing turned hollow as my muscles tensed up. I dropped to the floor and walked forward, unconsciously forming a triangle formation between Mom, Dad, and I. “I can’t believe you,” I muttered, trying to control my voice from cracking. “After everything that happened, you haven’t supported me once at all ... ”

“Not support you? I’m the only one who suggested a way to help you, so don’t give me that crap!”

I took another step forward, now virtually underneath him. “No you didn’t. I already told you why I didn’t want to go, but you still didn't listen! You’re so quick to tell me that I’m ‘enjoying’ this and I ‘wanted’ it... but to tell you truth, I don’t! I almost killed myself because of this!” My eyes started to water, but I quickly blinked the incoming tears back. “It’s not my fault at all! I think this is just as 'gay' as you do, but I can’t do anything about it! And I won’t either if it means I have to be a subject of experimentation! And if you think I’ll do it just because I know you can’t stand the way I ‘look’, then you really are a pathetic drunk!”

His head reared back as he gasped in surprise. I don’t know if I angered him, opened his eyes, or shut up him for good, but I didn’t care. I’m just glad he got to hear how I feel about this. Suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed and he lunged at me with breakneck speed. “Why you little-”

Luckily Mom jumped in between him and stood in between us. “That’s enough! Both of you shut up! Let’s get something straight here: Nobody is going to the hospital! I don’t know what happened to Shawn, but we’re not going to draw any unnecessary attention right now! Maybe it’s a disease, maybe it isn’t, but regardless, Shawn isn't going anywhere!” She turned to my ‘father’. “Kane, I understand you’re scared about this... so am I, but blowing your temper isn’t helping!” Her gaze then settled on me. “And Shawn, you need to apologize right now!”

I pouted. “Why should I?”

“What?”

“I said why should I!" I repeated, albeit louder. “You never told him to even though he was being insensitive and tried to tell me I liked being like this! He should apologize!”

“I don’t have to apologize! This is my house, and if you don’t like what I have to say, you can get the fuck out!” he shot back.

“Oh yeah?” I challenged with a haughty smirk.

“Shh shh shh!” she hushed fervently, nearly hopping on her feet. “There is no need for that! There is no need! Shawn, just stop being petty and apolo-”

“No, I’m not,” I asserted. “I’m tired of him. It’s been like this forever. He never listens to anybody and always thinks he’s right! Well, I’m not taking it no more! Say I’m being petty if you want, but it is what it is!” I turned to the man in question. “To me, it doesn’t sound like you care... it sounds like you’re such an ignorant bigot that you can’t stand looking at me for more then a few fucking seconds!” His mouth gaped open as I left him dazed and confused.

“SHUT UP! Just shut up and go upstairs right now!” Mom yelled in my ear. “Go upstairs before I really let him take you to the hospital!”

Feeling satisfied, I turned around and calmly walked out the room. Before I left, I turned to look at his face one last time. He was fuming. His breathing was erratic, his knuckles were beating with veins, and if it wasn’t for Mom sluggishly holding him back, he probably would’ve knocked me out by now.

I sighed. Yup, I’m officially walking on thin ice right now. Even though I feel good about finally letting myself be heard, I also feel... anxious as hell.

Now you have three enemies in the house, bro.

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