A Pregnant Problem

A Pregnant Problem

Chapter 2

I walked out of Molly Malone’s. Their lamb stew is delicious. I always look forward to it. When I left it was about six o’clock, but since it was still summer here in Kentucky it would still be pretty light for a while. My phone rang in my mom’s tone. I reach down and pull it out, thumbing the answer button. I pull it up to my ear. “Hello?”

“Aidan, hello.” My mom responded.

“Hey mom, how is Florida?” She had left for Florida this morning, only recently managing to get this date off for a vacation. She had waited a while to call me.

“Uh, you know. Sunny, warm, beachy. I just wanted to let you know that I had gotten here ok. Your dad won’t be home for about two weeks. He’s in New York, something about a meeting.”

Shit. I’d forgotten about dad’s meeting. “Alright, thanks mom. I’ll see you in five weeks. Yeah, love you mom.” We hung up.

I kept walking. I was passing between a small restaurant and a second hand clothing store. Something bothered me as I passed the alley, making me stop. The last time I had gotten this feeling was when I was at the pound, looking for sick friend’s dog. I got a feeling that I should walk outside, but decided against it. A couple of minutes later a guy comes in saying that someone’s dog had hanged itself. The dog had jumped off the back of the pickup it was tied to. But the leash was too short and it ended up hanging itself. Poor thing. As such, I was not going to ignore this feeling.

I headed down the alley. I got to the end of it. I couldn’t see anything. I felt something small hit the top of my head. Ah, crap.  This is the thunderstorm they were talking about. I guess my feeling was false alarm. I turn to leave, but something catches my eye. This alley, which has some cardboard boxes, refuse, and two green dumpsters. In one of those cardboard boxes, a purple tail hung out. The box was a fridge box, it was laying on its side. With all of the flaps closed, there could be something in there.  I take the Ka-Bar mule I had in my pocket, I wedge the box open. It had been closed with tape.

I slice the tape and the flaps open. In there, I see one of the strangest things I had ever seen. It looked like a large dog. Problem was, it was purple and had a horn. It also seemed to have an equine anatomy. Then, to top all of that off, it had a distended belly. Pregnant, perhaps? I lift up one of its hind legs. Yeah, there is a very good chance its pregnant and not obese. It moans and curls itself up. Or, atleast curls as best as a pregnant creature can. Yeah, if this thing is pregnant than one night in a Kentucky rainstorm could kill it. Along with the fact that it had no camouflage and a dog could easily track it. Feral dogs here in Kentucky are beasts, even in the suburban areas. I gently pick it… the… mare? Up, using both hands support it.

It wasn’t too difficult. The mare was only about three feet tall, and about three feet long. She weighed about the same as a slightly underweight adult. I get to my truck and switch the mare so I was holding her up by letting her hind legs rest on my left arm. She began to make some weird sounds, and I merely tried to sooth her. By making shh sounds and telling her to hold on. She seems to understand and nuzzles her head into my shoulder. Cute, but I can’t drive like this. I manage to grab my keys and unlock the passenger door. I slide her into the passenger seat. At this point, we’re both soaked. I just have the advantage of not having fur to hold it in. I reach into the backseat of the extended cab, and pull a heavy jacket I keep back there. I drape it over the mare, being careful to keep it off her head.

I close the door, and head over to driver’s side. Sliding myself in, I turn the key. The turning engine seems to wake the mare, as she looks around groggily. She eventually seems satisfied, and lays her head back down.  I headed home.

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After taking about thirty minutes, I made it home. The mare was still sleeping. I gingerly slid out of the truck, and walked over to the passenger side. I pulled open the door, and slid the mare out of the truck. She somehow managed to bundle herself up in my jacket.

I walked up to the porch, and doing the same thing as before, I unlocked the door.  Moira, my three legged German Shepherd, came bounding out of the hallway.  She wanted to stand up on her hind legs to sniff our new guest, but her previous asshole owner amputated her back left leg. Piece of shit.

I walked down the hallway, passing five bookcases on the way. I head to my room. I set her down on my bed. I’m not worried about her shitting or pissing. The sheets are essentially plastic. Their designed to  be hypoallergenic. Moira has already jumped up onto my bed and has her front paws around the mare.

Moira won’t hurt her, she’s too meek to actually bite an animal. I walk back into my living room, I’m hungry so spaghetti with bacon is on the menu. I grab the noodles out of the cabinet and set a pan of water to boiling. Its going to take long enough, might as well go check on the mare.

I walk into my room, the door still open. The mare is awake, but seems… drunk. Or high, I’m not sure which. Maybe a mixture of both. She’s looking around while hugging Moira, with Moira reciprocating. I’m pretty sure I heard a couple of giggles. After those giggles though, the most disturbing thing happened.

“Why is everything so big?” The mare asked. The mare fucking spoke. So not only is she an oddly shaped and oddly colored mini horse, she is also sapient.

Murphy decided to rear his ugly fucking head again. This time in the form of a wormhole in my tv.

That’s what I get for being fucking nice.