The Costume 2: Wild Ride

by Thunder-Star

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Comedy, Romance
Length: 6676

Cody tries to adjust to his life, permantely stuck as an anthro version of Rainbow Dash.

Two weeks after Halloween, my mother got fed up with me hiding myself away with my new problem, yet, the moment I walked out the door, a whole new world of crazy opened itself to me. Like, getting a boyfriend to start off with.

Published 2015-08-16 07:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-16 07:10:02 UTC

Why...just Why? (remember to upvote! if you like it)

        After my freak out that morning, I actually hyperventilated, and had a nervous breakdown. I locked myself in my room, only coming out to go to the bathroom, and to eat. I guess it's a good thing I'm out of school, so we didn't have to worry about that. And so, my days were spent eating, sleeping, repeat. Yeah, it sounds really pathetic, but you try being an anthropomorphic version of a cartoon character that's the opposite gender! If I thought Halloween was bad, then, what I'm about to share, is worse. In a bittersweet way, you could say.

        You can guess that mom forced me to get up and get out of the house. At first she was making any excuse to keep me inside, but one day that, changed, and she litterally dragged me out of my bed by my tail. So many hairs being pulled at once, coming from one small source, hurt a lot! So, I had no chaice, but to let it happen. I just wish that Jalyssa hadn't stood me up. She came over everyday for the next week, still as the purple pony she was, trying to apologize. She thought I'd like being the opposite gender!

        Here I am now, trying to conceal as much of my body as I can, walking through unpopulated neighborhoods, with houses who's windows are boarded up, caved in roofs, and cracked, weed infested sidewalks. I tried hiding as much of myself as I could, with a black hoodie, with the hood up, and sleeves down to my wrists, hands in the pockets. Instead of shorts like usual, I had to wear pants. I also had to search the house for my winter boots, since they're the only thing that fit over my hooves. For my tail, and wings, I'll just say they're cling on things.

        Without paying attention, I bumped into someone. I could swear I was the only one walking through this place, other than homeless people on the curb begging for money to buy vodka with and get wasted. The collision ended up with me on the ground, causing my hood to fall. I land with a thump on my rump, staring at what I had bumped into. A tall lanky teen with a really cute face, the eyebrows, and that smi- WAIT! I SHOULD ONLY SAY THOSE THINGS ABOUT CHICKS!

        "Hey, nice costume." He says with a kind hearted smile, reaching a hand out to me.

        I freeze all of a sudden, not sure of how to handle this. I can't let him know it's not a costume, or I'll be screwed! He thinks I'm a woman, when...well...I do have a...you know what, now. His face reminds me of that Nathan kid from ICarly, which Annie forced me to watch with her. With a deep breath, I place a gloved hand in his, as he helps me up.

        "But...why are you wearing clothes over that costume? And what's up with the boots? It's summer, dude." He snickers, still holding my hand. I turn my head to look away, putting my hood back up.

        "Its...it's a long story." I mutter.

        "Is it the costume, or are you just really cute? You're skinny, and your build...what's your name?"

Shit!

        "M...my name?" I stammer

        "Yeah, what's your name?" He asks, turning my head to face him. "I bet you're a very beautiful girl under that costume." He says with a smile, moving some of my mane out from in front of my eyes. "You probably can see through all that hair, can you?" He chuckles.

        "No...I...I need to get going..." I mutter in response, walking around him, only for him to stop me, by grabbing an arm.

        "Where are you headed? Maybe I could walk you there."

        "Thanks, but no thanks. I really need to go." I turn around again, attempting to leave, but he stays by my side.

        "Please? I'm sorry if I'm coming off as creepy. Besides, I have nothing to do. But really. Where are you going?" He asks, still using that soft tone. Goddamn girl instincts making me feel good by him. Curse his angelic voice.

        "Fine, but I kind of lied...I really have nowhere to go, either. Like, nothing to do."

        "Alright. I know a place you might like." He slowly takes down my hood, and stupidly, I let him, fully exposing my head. I just can't talk, or blink, and keep my ears from moving. So instead of saying yes, or okay, or something like that, I nod my head instead, fighting the urge to smile.

        Where ever he's taking me, we walk in silence...well, I was the silent one. If I talk, he'll know I'm actually a female anthro pony freak!

        "Well, it might take some time to open up to this place." He says standing with his back to the door on the rear side of a corner street bar, as he gestures with his hands.

        I only nod again, slowly following behind as we enter. It's a flight of steps down the red lighted stair way, bass music playing from below. I step carefully, trying to keep my hooves from clopping. As we reach the bottle of the steps, the air around me seems to be getting warmer. There's a black door, slightly vibrating from the blaring bass music. He opens the door for me. I stand there for a second, hesitant to go in

        "Well, come on! You're pretty shy, aren't you?" He chuckles, leading me inside.

        I shrug my shoulders. We enter into a room lit by black lights, along with more red lighting as well. In the center of the room is why seems to be...a stripper wearing only a red sparkly bra, and really short blue shorts, torn a bit. She wears blue make up on her eyes, and short, blue colored hair to match. There's a strip leading from the podium to a corner of the room, leading into a back room, closed off by a red curtain. The girl continues to dance, rubbing her self along the pole.

        On the sides of the room are booths, and plush chairs built into the floor, some occupied by people, watching in awe as she dances. In the far right corner of the room is a dj, who is the one making the music.  Derik, is the guys name. He looks at me with a soft smile, taking my hand in his again. I'm just too confused to notice, wondering why he brought me here. I sure hope he doesn't want me to strip, and dance for him! He said he's not trying to come off as creepy, but just bringing me here is VERY creepy!

        "No, I don't want you to dance for me. Just, maybe get to know you. I know this seems weird on so many levels, but this is where me and my friends hang out. We're friends with the people who work here, but we don't hang with them. We hang by them. Does that make sense?" He asks, with a reasurring hand on my shoulder.

       I only shrug again, as I walk in and take a seat, nearest to the door. Only because I don't want to declince, then have to give a reason why. Derik sits next to me, putting an arm around me. I kind of can't do anything because I'm between him, and an arm rest. He laughs a little, almost silently, every now and again for the next minute or so. I don't know why. He watched the girl do her stuff, where I stare down at my hands, still unable to get it out of my head I'll be stuck like this for the rest of my life. Well, until...

        "Hey!" A loud deep voice yelled, next second, I feel something whip me on the shoulder. "You don't just walk on in here!"

        "Ow, what the fuck, dude!?" I snap, gritting my teeth in pain, standing in an instant, my ears falling back.  Then I realized I just messed up big time. The attention of everyone, even the stripper, was on me now, with my hood down. Suddenly the pain doesn't exist, as I see the shocked faces of everybody in the room. With a sudden gasp, I turn tail, jolting out of the room, up the steps, and outside. I stand with my back against the wall, slumping down into sitting, pulling my knees to my chest as the tears begin to flow.

        I've been found out. Now everybody is going to know, and soon enough, I'll be taken away since I'm such a freak!

        "Hey, what's wrong?" Said Derik, standing next to me, I hide my face in my hood again, my head on my knees.

        "You didn't see?" I manage to ask through my tears.

        "See what?" He replies, sitting next to me.

        "This!" I shout, showing him that my face is real.

        "No...I guess I didn't see that..."

        "I'm...I'm not wearing a costume." I sigh heavily, tears still flowing out of my eyes. "What you see is what I am."

        "Hey, you're still just as beautiful." He says, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

        "No, I'm not!" I snap, standing again, facing him. "How can you think this is beautiful!?" I pull off my hoodie, leaving my short sleeved shirt behind, revealing more of me. I then take off my boots, showing him my hooves. "I'm anything but beautiful!"

        "No, don't talk like that!" He stands in front of me, and pulls me into a hug."You're beautiful to me."

        Suddenly rejecting it, I shoving him off of me.

        "You don't get it!" I sigh again. "I wasn't always a freakish pony, until two weeks ago, when my friend had me put on a costume, which turned me into this." I mutter.

        "Okay, if that's true-" he starts again.

        "Besides, I don't think you're into men...because I also was a guy before this. Now I have breasts and a you know what instead." I yell, expecting him to have a sudden change of heart about me. "So, if you're trying to get with me, then please stop." But what I get is another hug, but tighter.

        "I'm sorry, I didn't know." He says just above a whisper.

        "I know you didn't know, so it's not your fault." I hug him back, and we stay like that for a few seconds. "I'm just...going to go home now, okay?"

        "Why not come back inside?"

        "I'm really stressed, and this whole experience has just been embarrassing." I move away from the hug, staring down at the ground.

        "Hey, then I'll stick with you to make sure you're okay. Yeah you might not want to be with me, and stuff, but I still want to help." He says softly, placing a hand on my cheek.

        "Thanks. For understanding, you know. And, I dunno...maybe we can work up to it sometime." I hug him again, feeling safe in his arms...FUCK it's happening again! Am I suddenly becoming attracted to guys now? I didn't even mean to say that, and it came out!

        "Do...do you really mean that?"

        Now I'm screwed. I don't want to say yes or no now.

        "Maybe." I sigh, mentally slapping myself for being so stupid!

        "Well, I'm at least walking you home. I'm not letting you on your own. I'd hate for anything to happen to somebody as decent as you are."

        "Thanks, and that'd make me happy if you do. Well, at least relieve some of my stress." I take his hand in mine, leaning on him a little as we start to walk.

        "Thanks again." I say with a smile as we head up the porch steps to my front door.

        "No problem. Maybe you'd like to try and hang out again. And sorry about Mac. Nobody can just go in there, unless they're with somebody like me, so I don't know why he whipped you. I don't know why he has that whip at all." He says kindly, softly rubbing my shoulder where I got whipped.

        "Its okay. I'm just glad you understood my situation." I give him one last hug, before retreating inside. "Bye." I wave, smiling.

        "See you later." He chuckles a little. I watch as he he walks away, until he disappears down the block. I shut the door behind me, as I enter the house.

        "So how'd it go?" Asked my very squeeish mother, hugging me so tight, I can hardly breathe.

        "It was...what's the word? Melodramatic?" I ask, tapping my chin with my pointer finger.

        "Why do you say that?"

        "I don't know. Some dude likes me I guess, and..."

        "And what?"

       "I..."

       "Let me guess. You like him too...like...wanting to go out with him?" She teases, poking my muzzle.

        I blush furiously, as the only response.

        "Wow. I guess Jalyssas thing got you into guys now." She chuckles, giving me a shove.

        "Not funny, mom! I think I actually like, you know...like like him."

        "Dont worry. It's that right away 'he's the one feeling' but soon that will go away." She smiles, rubbing my mane. "You were gone for about an hour, and you missed supper. It's on the stove. The rest is for you, okay?"

        "Okay. Thanks, mom. But...you don't have anything to say about me wanting to go out with a guy?"

        "Hun, it doesn't matter who you fall in love with, as long as it's true love, okay? But don't just go straight to him, asking him out like that! Get to know the guy first, and make sure he isn't just using you, alright?" She says reassuringly, hugging me again.

        "I know, mom. And thanks."

        "Now, go eat your supper. I refuse to let me son...daughter starve!"

        "Alright." I nod my head, placing my hoodie and boots in the foyer closet, and I go into the kitchen afterwards.

        On the stove, sits a large blue pot, and inside is a pile of grean pea soup with potatoes, carrots, and bits of bacon. There seems to be enough for just me, and a little more. Too lazy, and being in love with my mother's cooking, I grab the large plastic spoon next to the pot, and chow down. Every bite was undeniable perfection! The bacon was crisp, the potatoes, and carrots weren't mush, there were still whole Pease among the green mushed peas themselves. It's seasoned just right, as each bite is better than the last.

        "Slow down, Cody! You might choke!" She warns, taking the spoon from me.

        "But it's so good!" I pout, my ears drooping.

        "I know, but I dont want you to choke to death on me!" She lectures, with closed eyes, pointing the pea covered spoon at me. "And try not to make a mess of yourself." She wipes a finger on my upper lip, cleaning it from whatever food got there, then gives the spoon back to me.

        "I know, mom. Sorry, mom." I take the spoon back from her with a guilty smile.

        "Good. Now finish your supper, and go to bed. It's getting late, missy." She finishes, walking out of the kitchen. With that said, I pick the pot up off the stove, tilting my head back, and I use the spoon to shovel what's left into my mouth.

        After that, I head upstairs to get ready for bed. The usual brushing my teeth, changing into night time clothes, etcetera, etcetera. Climbing into bed, I can't stop thinking about Derik. He held me...like he cared, even though I'm different. Again I curse these girl instincts! But...I just felt safe when he held me. He said I'm beautiful, and even after I told him I used to be a human guy, he still wanted to know if we could go out sometime. My girl instincts scream yes, but I'm not so sure about it.

        These, among other several thought fly through my head, as I cover up for bed, closing my eyes for sleep. What's going to come of this? Will I he able to find somebody to fall in love with? Where as I want a girl, my instincts want Derik. I just met him and every fiber of my being screams for him, but I don't know if I'd want to be with another guy. I don't know. I should at least give him a chance one of these days. Just to get it over and done with. Although, I kind of do want him to hold me again.

        The next morning, I lay silently awake, with Scootaloo in my arms. She came to me about having a nightmare, so I let her sleep with me. I'm still getting used to being called Rainbow Dash. I lay on my side, with her snuggled up close to me, with a wing draped over her, and under her, as hold her close. She lets out a happy sigh as she sleeps. Surprisingly, Jalyssa did make it where Annie can switch back and forth between herself and Scootaloo at will. It was a creepy thing to watch.

        She hates having to turn back into her self, so when she's home, she refuses to change back. She's gotten really obsessed with this whole thing, and it's so adorable. One morning, she woke up to find she shed some of her fur, and she freaked out. She was paranoid for the next few days she might go bald, like, all over. Mom came to find it was the type of clothes she was wearing, that caught onto the hairs, and pulled them out. Whatever material it was, Annie doesn't wear it anymore, and she hasn't shed since.

        "Cody?" My mom's voice whispers. I turn my head to see her at the doorway, leaning onto a side.

        "Shhhh" I put a finger to my mouth, as I remove my wing from Scootaloo.

        "Awe, that's cute." She coos in a soft voice.

        Laying my wing back over her, I hold her slightly tighter, running a hand down her mane.

       "Um, there's somebody here asking for you. He said his name is Derik."

       "Really?!" My inner girl squees. As quickly as I can, I get up from the bed without disturbing little scoots.

       After that, I grab some socks from my drawer, and slip them onto my hooves. These aren't  just socks. In the basement, there was a pile of random Styrofoam sitting there. I cut circles out of them, the size of my hooves, and using a needle and thread, I did what I could to attach them to the outside end of the sock. Then, with this large sheet of rubber, I made rings, sort of like horse shoes, I glued to the bottom of the Styrofoam. It's so I can walk without slipping, and it gets rid of that clopping sound when I walk.

         Where did the Styrofoam and rubber come from? I don't know but I made good use of it. I make my way downstairs, clop free, and slip free. I get to the front door, peering through the window, seeing Derik there...with...flowers?! Undoing the locks, I open the door, smiling upon seeing him.

        "H-hi again. Um...are those roses for me?" I blush, holding my hands together behind me.

        "Of course they're for you! Yeah I put a lot of my money into getting these, but it's for you!" He smiles widely, a blush on his cheeks, as he holds the flowers out to me.

        "You didn't have to do that! For me...but thanks." I take the flowers. "Mom, can you put these in some water?" I turn around, giving the roses to mom.

        "Sure thing." She takes the flowers, and disappears into the kitchen.

        "I never got your name yesterday, so...would you mind telling me?" He asks, taking my hands in his.

        "It's Cody." I reply as my blush only gets worse.

        "Yeah, cause you were a guy before this."

        "I guess." I shrug, feeling tingly like yesterday. "I'm really confused, Derik."

        "About what? Let's talk inside about it." He says taking a step inside. "I can come in, right?"

        "Yeah." I nod, as he takes me into his arms, holding me just like last time.

        "What's wrong?" He asks, as we sit on the couch.

        "You know, since I used to be a guy, I still prefer women over men, but, now that I'm a chick, I have new instincts wanting me to go for a guy. You to be exact, but I don't really know what I should do." I mutter, as he continues to hold me.

        "Whatever you feel is right, okay? It might not be me, but, whatever makes you feel better, do it." He says softly, stroking my rainbow colored hair.

        "Okay." I sigh, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Why do you like me so much?"

       "Because you're very beautiful, despite your differences."

        "Thanks. I like you too."

        "Maybe we could head back to the club, and try hanging out again. What do you think?"

        "As long as that guy doesn't whip me again, I'd love to." I smile, hugging him tighter.

        "Alright then."

        "Mom!" I shout, turning my head towards the kitchen.

       "Yeeesss?"

       "Mind if I leave with Derik?"

       "I don't mind, dear!"

       "Thanks, mom! Let's go, Derik." I stand, helping him up.

       "Mind if I call you Rainbow? Because you've got rainbow colored hair. It makes you even prettier."

       "I'm fine with that." I blush again, as we hold hands.

        Later, at the same pub, we stand at the black door at the bottom of the steps.

        "This time, I'll make sure he leaves you alone. Just wait here for a minute." He places a hand on my cheek and smiles. "You are so beautiful."

        "Thank you, Derik." I smile back at him, as he goes inside.

        I think I'm actually starting to like him. I don't know, but he's caring, and kind. He thinks I'm beautiful! I...I think I'm in love. With a guy! It hadn't even been twenty four hours yet, and I've developed feelings for a dude! And I really like it how he holds me. Maybe I'll give it a few days, and make sure he's for sure the one I should be with.

        I minute or two later, the door opens, and Derik appears.

       "He said if you want to be here, you have to deserve it. By that...he wants you to strip for him."

       "WHAT!? I can't do that! I've never stripped before! You know guys don't strip! Unless it's a gay stripper, but, still! I...I'll just embarrass myself!"

        "Rainbow, I'm sure you can do it with some time. He said if he likes you, he'll even give you a job! And he'll pay you money! Don't get so down on yourself." He says, holding me again.

        "Okay." I lay my head on his chest, as he starts to stroke my mane again.

        "You'll do fine. I have faith in you."

        "AGAIN!" the man known as Grant shouts again, after my fourth fail. He didn't have me take any of my clothes off, just dance, you know. I'm currently lay in on my back, after having fallen.

        With a grunt, I stand up again, staring at the metal bar. Do I really want this? To be with Derik, yes I do.WI let out a sigh, grabbing the bar with both of my hands, pressing my body against it. I lift a leg up next to it, leaning my upper torso back, resting my chin on my chest, lifting the other leg into the air, trying to grasp the bar, but my fur won't allow it, as I fall back again on my head, making everyone laugh at me. Except for Derik. I know he's too sweet to laugh at me.

        "No! You're not supposed to fall! You're supposed to hold on!" He yells from his chair.

        "Can I get some rubber gloves or something, so I can grip this thing!? It's kind of hard, with my hands covered in fur you know!" I snap back at him, rubbing my aching head.

        "We don't have any. You'll have to do it without them. Unless you can hold the pose for five seconds, you can't be here!" He gives a crack of his whip on the floor.

        "Whatever. Jerk." I mutter, trying again. I get to where I have to lift my left leg again. Slowly, I begin to lift it off the ground, this time I don't lean back. Unbending my leg, holding straight out, and upwards, slightly, I begin to lean back, letting my head hang.

        "Nice, very nice! Now hold it right there!" Said Grant.

        "You can do it! I believe in you!"

         I feel my hands beginning to slip. To prevent this, I twist my hands more around the bar.

        "Your friend did it, Derik! She looks amazing up there." Said Grant. "You can let go now!"

        "Finally!" I sigh in relief, letting myself drop to the floor.

        "What's your name, lady?"

        "Um it's...it's Co-" I start, gazing in Derik's direction. "Its Rainbow." I mutter, getting down from the podium.

        "Your name suits you well. How would you like to work for me? Just show your body off, and what ever money you make, you get fifty percent of! Besides, you're not exactly human, so I'm sure you'd make for a great attraction, meaning more costomers, meaning more money!"

        "Oh...I...I don't know...this isn't my kind of thing..."

       "Why don't you come with me." He says with a smile, getting out of his chair.

        He puts an arm around my back, and leads me into a back room. He turns on the light, revealing a small room with a red, plush chair in the middle. I hear a small click, turning my head I see he has locked the door. Creepy.

        "Sit!" He barks, shoving me into the chair, standing over me, the dim black light shining above.  "Now, you're going to work for me, whether you like it or not!" He says, as he begins to pace in front of me. "My costomers want something new, something special, something...different." he pauses, gesturing a finger at me, making me uncomfortable.

        "And currently, you fit that description. We can either do this the easy way, or..." He shows his rolled up whip, waving it in the air. "Or we can do it the hard way." He snickers, and chuckles, getting inches from my face. "You belong to me now!" His black hair, banging in front of his left eye, hides that it's white, meaning he must be blind. He continues to glare at me for a few seconds, before cracking up into laughter. "Ha I had you good! You thought I was serious!? But I seriously would be glad if you worked for me!" He continues to laaugh, helping me up from the chair.

        "And about whipping you yesterday, I didn't mean to. It was an accident, I never whip new people, or anybody for that matter. I just like to use it to catch people's attention. But...what are you, anyway?" He asks, as we exit the room after he unlocks the door.

        "I'm...I'm a pegasus."

        "Like a horse? Well, you're one good looking horse!"

        "I'm a pony actually..."

        "What's the difference?!" He chuckles, putting an arm around me again.

        "Ponies are smaller than horses. If I was a horse I'd be a lot bigger, probably." I shrug, still coming down from quite a scare.

        "That would be a problem. So, what made this happen?" He asks, gesturing a hand to all of me.

        "I'll put it simple. My friend made me put on a costume, which the costume is what I look like now. Anyway, she made it so I can take it off, and that it becomes a part of me."

        "So you used to be a human?"

        "A guy human." I mutter.

        "You mean, he/she intentionally meant for that to happen?"

        "Yep." I sigh.

        "Thats...that's got to be the worst thing you can do to a man!" He says, as we sit down again.

        "Hey, Rainbow, how'd it go?" Asked Derik, holding one of my hands in his.

        "It was rather akward." I reply, leaning against him.

        "What did you do, Grant?"

        "I scared her a bit." He chuckles a little.

        "I see."

        "So...Rainbow...cool nickname. How would you feel working with me, and the gang?" Grant asks, sitting so he's facing me.

        "I'll try. But you've gotta get me some rubber gloves of some sort."

        "Deal! And why are you sitting on Derik like that?"

        "Cause I can." I deadpan, getting more comfortable in Derik's arms.

        "Are you two dating? I didn't know either of you were gay." Grant said with a tilt of his head.

        "Maybe we should sometime." Said Derik. "And we're not gay. She's a chick and I'm a dude. Yeah she used to be a dude, but you know."

        "Good point I guess. Anyway, Rainbow, you're hired!"

        For the next two weeks, I went back, and stripped for guys I don't even know. And yes they had me remove a great deal of my clothes, but, the money was worth it! More and more people came in to see me do my work. At first, I sucked like hell, but I quickly got used to it, and I'm starting to get pretty good! Some people may not like me, but I know one person in the crowd will always cheer me on. And that's Derik. After a week of hanging out and stuff, I finally asked him out, and we've been a happy couple since then.

        Some people even requested a lap dance from me, which Grant helped me get better at in no time. Some people complained my oversized tail blocked their veiw from my rear. But they still enjoyed 'the rest of me' as they said. Apparently my eyes, being the color they are, made it hard to say I was bad. But...it's my body I'm showing them. Not my eyes. Either way, I was satisfied with the money I made.

        But, my time as a stripper was cut shorter than I hoped. My mother found my stash of money, in a brief case, along with black and purple striped clothes Grant had me wear while stripping. He said I looked better with clothes on, so he got me these, which were short shorts, and one of those bras that cover half your torso. Anyway, mom found my case behind the tv set in the living room. I was in my room st the time, and she came in, and plopped it into my lap.

        "What's this? I want the truth! What have you been doing with that Derik guy you like?" She asked in a stern voice. I never thought she'd ever find it! I never told them I was working as a stripper, giving guys something to masturbate to.

        "I...I..." I stammer, unable to speak.

        "I'm not so upset about the money, but it's this!" She holds my 'uniform' in her hands, tossing them into my lap as well. "Answers. Now!"

        "I'm...I..." I take a deep breath, hanging my head low. "I'm a stripper, okay?" I mutter, just above a whisper.

        "WHAT!? How many guys have you fucked by now?!"

        "I haven't had sex, mom! I just do it for the money! I'd never cheat on Derik, you know how much I love him!"

        "Well, ever since you met him, this has been starting. I doubt you haven't had sex. Strippers are always looking for sex."

        "Mom, I used to be a guy, remember!? I don't want anybody shoving their privates in me!" I snap back. She brought it too far there.

        "I don't know if I can believe you. I'm sure youbarent even old enough for that."

        "Mom, I'm nineteen!"

        "Well, you live in my house, under my rules! I don't want you showing your body off to some perverts! Who knows? One might take you off the streets, and next thing you know he's forcing you to do it with him!"

        "Look, I'm sorry mom. When Derik brought me to that place hesaid it's where he usually hang out at, and the boss there, said if I want to stay there with Derik, I had to impress him by dancing for him. So I did so I could be with Derik, then he offered me a job, and he said I'd get lots of money from it, and look! Just a couple of weeks, and I've got a bit over two thousand in there!"

        "Well, I don't want you working there anymore! It's because I don't want anything bad to come of it! And Derik is just an influence, so I want you to stop seeing him."

        "WHAT!?" I shout. "I'm fine with quitting, but breaking up with Derik is too much!" I continue to holler. "He cares about me, mom! I can't break up with him! Besides you told me to try and find somebody to be with, and that's Derik!"

        "Fine. Take your money, and your stuff, and you go be with him. I don't want that dram craps coming here!" She grabs my suitcase, putting my outfit in it, with the money, then closes it, and shoves it into my chest.

        "You're...you're kicking me out?"

        "Until you get your head on straight, yes I am!"

        "But, mom...I...I only took the job, because I never thought I'd get a job at all, and when he offered it I couldn't say no! Don't kick me out! I can't handle that! Please I'll give my money back I'll quit the job, but please don't make me have to leave or break up with Derik! I love him, mom! Please. I'm sorry!" I continue to sob, the tears, matting down the fur on my cheeks. "I'm sorry." I sniff, wiping the end of my muzzle.

        "Fine. But you stay away from that place!"

        "I will! I promise!"

        "Good. Now get to bed. It's late."

        "Okay. Goodnight, mom. I...I love you."

        She pauses at the door, as she turns off the light, and sighs. "I love you too." She says quietly, as she shuts the door and leaves.

        It's easy to say those were the hardest five minutes of my life. The next morning when Derik came over, I bugged I'm tighter than I ever have. I cried into his chest as he held me closer. Never have I loved another guy so much. Or loved at all to start. I told him about the fight me and mom had last night, and we made our way to the club.

        "What do you mean you're quitting!? You're the heart and soul of this business! Yeah it's very low end, but we've had more service then ever before!" Grant cried, hands on his head. "We'rd going to go under again without you here!"

        "Not exactly. Mom wants me to give back the money I've earned. So...here." I sigh sadly, handing him back the case.

        "Is this everything you've earned?"

        "Yeah. I haven't spent any of it. I'm sorry, Grant."

        He's about to say something, when the sound of sirens are heard in the distance.

        "SHIT!" He yells. "They've found me! Besides running this business, I'm a huge drug dealer, and somebody must have known, and rattled me out!"

        "Me!" We turn our heads to see Candy, sucking on a candy cane, like usual, since that's what people liked to see while she was stripping. "ACPD!" She declares, pulling a badge out of her right pant pocket. "You are under arrest!" She pins Grant against a wall, using one of those plastic cuffs, she places him into custody. ACPD meaning Appleton City Police Depertment.

        "You are under arrest! Anything you say, can, and will be used against you in the court of law! You have the right to a fair trial. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you! Do you understand these words?"

        "Fuck you!" He spits in her face.

        "Yes, you fucked me hard, well, I just fucked you back! Get moving!" She leads him out of the room, and up the steps.

        "Well that escalated quickly." Said Derik.

        "Yeah, I know. Let's go see! I wanna see what happens!" I grab his hand, and using my pegasus strength, I pull him outside, cop cars litter the parking lot.

        "I'll get you back for this!" Grant yells, as Candy forces him inside, shutting the door.

        "Good work, Natasha!" Said an officer, as he approaches her. "We've been trying to get that guy for months!"

        "Really? I thought he was just another drug addict."

        "So who are these...two..." He says, facing me and Derik.

        "Oh, those are my friends, Rainbow, and Derik. Don't be fooled by Rainbow. She's actually a pegasus." She smiles at me, as she sucks on her candy cane.

        I wave at the officers around me, a bit nervously.

        "What's in the case?" He asks.

        "Oh, she was a stripper like I was. It's filled with money because she brought in so much attention. And, since Grant here was a drug dealer, he must have been doing more dealing than usual, which made it kind of obvious. His stash is downstairs, first door on the right." She points back to the building with a thumb.

        The officers take that as their cue to investigate.

        One week later, me and mom had made up by then, and it's as if the situation never happened. Derik decided to spend the night. It was me, mom, Derik, and Scootaloo, and dad. I should have just said all of us. Anyway, we're watching tv, 'Cops' to be exact. Mom and dad were sitting on the larger couch, with Scootaloo sitting between them. Me and Derik are on the smaller couch, Derik is holding me like usual.

        We enjoy seeing all these people get busted on television, for whatever reason they got busted for. Whether it be running from the cops, drugs, violence, speeding, we find it funny. Especially when they get taxed. That electrifying sound, as they have a literal muscle spasm, as they collapse like a tree to the ground. Thai time, we got quite the surprise.

        On the tv was a cop (duh, obviously!), his name on the lower part of the screen, driving down a familiar setting. He was talking about a call he got for a drug dealer in a strip club. It was all too coincidential. Well, that was until we saw Grant trying to run from Candy. He wasn't fast enough as Candy easily caught him, slamming him down on the hood, then placing him in the cruiser. From the point of view of the camera man, you could see me and Derik exiting the building.

        Dad gave a confused look at me  which resulted in an hour long explination. He was gone on a business trip that whole time. He came back yesterday, and mom told me to tell him what happened, but I didn't have the guts to. Well, he just found out. Scootaloo had to go into the other room with mom until we were done.

        "Be mad at me all you want, I'm not breaking up with Derik!!" I shout sarcastically, wrapping my arms around his neck, and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

        He was more shocked about that than the whole stripper thing. He didn't know about me and Derik either. Just like with my job, now he knows.

        "I don't believe this. Like, I really don't." He says with a shake of his head.

        I smirk. "Wanna show him? I ask Derik, fluttering my eye lids.

        "I'd love to." He smiles as we join our lips together into a beautiful kiss.