Hands and Hooves

by BlazedDragon

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Human, Lyra, Romance, Other, Adventure, Crossover, Sex
Length: 3520

A story detailing about a 18 year old human finding what he would care for most.

Why would a fictional character even come to life, and care to visit here? I'll explain why.

You see, I'm not just a average school person, making his daily rounds in the gym, or talking to some girls, or even giving the slightest bit of enthusiasm, I'm just one of those people, who get teased, hit, and even stuff thrown at. To be honest, I'm used to it, but every day I sit, and think what I will even do with my life, something just thrives in my head, that is trying to say something to me, but it never speaks. What is my life even meant for?

My name is Alex, I'm a average school person at my age of 18, finishing his last rounds of school, and trying to make it through life.

I have a family, I have a caring dad, and a loving mother, as well as my brother, who is like, 2 years older than me. I tried doing activities with them, I always garden with my mother on Wednesdays, I help my father at work on Fridays, and that sounds like something you'd call good, right? No.

What does gardening even do to help me, does it even stop the screams in my head that just want to burst? or does this world want me to make myself useful, and just help the world without a favor back?

Then I discovered a show, that really made me a bit ticklish in my thoughts, My Little Pony, sounds stupid, huh? This show did nothing but change my mood slightly around more better than usual, I got better grades, I boosted up a bit more, and everything was smooth and simple. People always teased me, calling me a 'Neckbeard' or whatever they call it, a 'Scrub'? They even proceed to make fun of me for being apart of a community called 'Bronies', when I consider this community to be some people who can at least lighten me up.

Then shit hit the fan on the day of August 24th.

Something I'd never regret stepping upon, something I wish I knew earlier.

Published 2015-10-03 21:10:03 UTC
Last updated 2015-10-03 21:10:03 UTC

[Day 1] My average life

Every heartbeat, every single second I breathe, is agony. I never wanted to be put on this earth like this, never at all. I always thought I could be the average person, driving to school, having fun, making friends, and even having the best of moments to never forget, before I even head to college, but I rather would say what I have now, is the complete opposite. No one talks to me, everyone makes fun of me, I have to change my clothes three times a week, since those jocks wont even stop pouring buckets of urine or whatever the hell they put in that bucket on me. I always rather just hide myself in the shadows, I never want to socialize, I loathe to my self, thinking to every time I wake up, I always realize that my life is not a dream, and that I realize that my life is never going to change. I always hear these voices in my head, trying to control me over, saying that they just want me to stay as a puppet, work till I get worn out, or in real terms, keep working till I die, and get no favor back.

I found a show, on August 22nd, titled 'My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic', this show made my head just scream in a rather happy way, not in the way I always had, but it made me feel enlightened, inspired, and rather just filled with courage to do a lot of possibilities. This was meant to be something I loved, when I realized that my friend posted the secret on facebook, it didn't take long for the fire to spread, and then I was just a laughing stock at school, not just that, but my friend even betrayed me.

Starock High School - Senior Year

9:00 AM, August 23rd, 2015

I was driving through the path steadily, the sounds of rocks and dirt rumbling from the tires were cracking in my ears, as I heard the small humming noise of the engine, I drove to the parking lot, parking the car in a empty area. I began to exit the car, going to the back seat, and retrieving my big bag of school supplies, I zipped it open to check it. Books, papers, pencils, pens, erasers, glue, everything. I zipped it closed, slinging the straps around my arms and carrying it on my back. I proceeded to close the doors, walking to the concrete path, about to enter the door, thus proceeded to be blocked by a big, muscular person. He looked at me straight in the eyes, and yet told me what I expected of what every jock would fucking say.

"No bronies allowed." He said in a bold voice, I didn't respond, I never even retaliated, I just stood there, the hood covering my head, not even making the slightest of noises. I proceeded to walk aside him, as he thought I was leaving, he went back inside. I resulted in taking a alternate route around the school, walking into the gyms locker room instead for boys. I walked through the smell of armpits, which really wanted to make me gag, but I didn't want to even make myself look more stupid.

I accessed out the locker room, walking to the left of the gym to the exit doors, into the hallway, I was finally back on campus. enjoying the smell that reminds me of dads office, modern and new. As I proceeded to walk down the hallway, there was a group of girls, seemingly, they were talking about stuff, until I was in their visual distance, as they saw me, they giggled in a soft way, looking away, trying to not even show that they were laughing AT me.

'Great, now I'm pissed.'

I proceeded to just go to science, as I walked down the hallway, I counted the amounts of doors, and finding the right one to enter so I can begin my work.

"104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109..." I counted as I was impatient, the sound of my sneakers squeaking were so annoying, I wanted to just burn them. "Ah, 110.." I said calmly, I went to the door, as I opened it, the room was full of students, everyone stopped their attention, except for the teacher, as he was still instructing the lesson. Everyone just stared at me, the glares on their eyes were just so gut wrenching, it made me want to just leave. I walked in, nervously going to my desk in the front, seeing a pair of 2 boys, staring at me while cracking their asses off in laughter, discussing something. I sat down, examining the teacher, and then he asked.

"This is the 5th time your late, Alex.." He'd say in a disgruntled tone, his voice was the same, just rather more blunt, I guess the students pissed him off as well, welcome to 2015.

"Well, you see, I uh..." I said, before a person in the mid back interrupted my conversation.

"WAS BUSY WATCHING MY LITTLE FUCKING PONY!" A voice boomed across the room, as people began laughing, the whole room of laughter muted my ears, the sound of their laughs made me just want to shut down. The teacher did nothing, but just looked at me seriously, and at the person who yelled as well by turns. This was just one of the moments where I wanted to just faceplant my head on the desk and which I did, I had my entire hood on, covering my head, as then a strong hand grabbed my hoodie off, and felt a small goopy liquid land on my hair, and dribble down my hair, of course, I was able to tell that it was saliva, or spit, fucking assholes.

I then just got up, standing on my 2 feet, and walked to the door, opening it and heard another sentence from that living deathtrap.

"See ya, Brony!" He said, as the class laughed again, this time a bit less Audible. I just teared up as I left, crying slightly into my hoodie, the tears rushing under my shirt, I was just depressed, I felt hopeless. I walked over to the bathroom, seeing the amounts of graffiti, and messes there is. This bathroom is probably so dirty, It has to be featured by gordon ramsey himself, probably called 'Bathroom Terrors' or some shit.

I walked over to the sink, seeing paper towels stuffed in one, as I looked at the other one, clean. I proceeded to step over to the clean one, turning the faucet, as cold water began to splash out, I grabbed some of it, splashing it on my face, I proceeded to rip some paper towels off the mechanism on the wall, Wiping my Face, looking at myself, I began to wash my hair, and repeating the process again, drying it with a paper towel, looking at myself in the mirror, what a fucking monster.

I just sighed at my reflection, proceeding to just walk out of the bathroom, walking back into the classroom, and studied throughout my 1st class and on.

My house - 2nd floor

3:00 PM, August 23rd, 2015

I walked through the hall of the house, seeing other doors, my parents room, my brothers old room before he moved, and of course, mine. I stopped to my room, grabbing hold of the knob and twisting it, the door slowly creaking open as I walked in, did I forget to mention that my room was a mess?

There was posters plastered everywhere, some were just games I play, or some were music posters that I favor. My desk was just a ordinary office desk, the wooden and metal design, as well as the chair was just a office chair, the entire room was just dark and musty, as I walked to the curtains, I tugged on them to open, but it resulted in them falling. I sighed, examining the place, I proceeded to step over to my bed, seeing the rustled, unmade blankets. I plopped on the bed, flicking my shoes off with my feet, just relaxing.

Man, this just turned out quiet fast.

My eyes became slightly heavy, as my eyes lost focus of anything I saw, my body went slowly limp as my vision was fading out, I then just fell asleep, knowing that tomorrow is another day to overcome, but not just overcome, but to at least hold back from all the people that despise me.

Author's Note

I will give this as a note to all readers, that this will contain NSFW reading in the mid future, to those who are considering this as a 'Non NSFW fic', This is yet not finished, I may actually consider editing this a bit, and proceed to make my second chapter. Thanks to all who enjoyed this at all.

[Day 2] This isn't real

My house - 2nd floor

7:00 AM, August 24th, 2015

I opened my eyes, hearing the sounds of birds chirping from outside, and leaves rustling, as my eyes were greeted by the beige painted ceiling, My vision was beginning to at least recover, I sat up in my bed, looking around, examining the room. I crawled my lazy ass out of bed, slumping to the door, opening it.

I walked to the bathroom, opening the door and walking in, I closed the door behind me, proceeding to remove off my clothing, walking in, and turning on the shower.

And then I was given the gift of COLD WATER

I began yelping a bit, as the cold water stung very crazy, I turned the knob quickly as I dived into the stream, shivering a bit from the event. The water began turning warm, as I walked into the shower heads water, I really didn't bother to use any substances, since my brother uses them all the time, and they smell like a douchebag just walked in.

I began just washing up, relaxing my back against the water, as it trickled down, calm, and happy. then I heard a noise that I never really hear usually on my daily basis. It rather sounded like a THUMP or a Poof, but, I don't care, I'm enjoying my shower finally for the first fucking time, when I have to just run in and out of cold water.

Then I heard a voice speaking, it was muffled, but rather sounded weird, maybe my mother stayed at home? I just tossed it aside as a small misunderstanding thought. I proceeded to turn off the shower, then walking out. grabbing my towel off of the wooden towel rack, drying my face, and wrapping it around my waist, folding it so it wouldn't break its wrapping. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my messy, spiked hair.

God, I look like a mess.

I opened the mirror, seeing the amounts of combs, gel, and stuff for hair and more. I reached for some gel, applying it smoothly into my hair, turning on the sink a bit, grabbing a small amount of water, and splashing it on my hair. I think grabbed my comb, starting to comb it forward towards my direction, shaping it rather pointed, and neat.

THUMP THUMP

Ok, this is getting annoying.

I decided to reach for my clothing, sliding my pants on instead, refusing to put on my shirt, I walked out the door, hearing more banging somehwere. I tried locating where it could be. I began checking the home, I walked to the living room, seeing nothing, I began to check the couch, and behind the TV, basically everywhere. I proceeded to walk to the kitchen, which was dead silent aside from the other areas I could hear the noises from. I then located the noises to my room, that's when the noises got louder.

Shhhhhhrip

I heard the sound of a poster ripping, meaning someone is OBVIOUSLY breaking into my room possibly. I walked quietly to the door, placing my hand gently on the knob, being ready for whatever may come, I turned the knob quickly, kicking the door as I released my hand, the door flying open rapidly. The room was silent, it looked like something went inside here, but there was nobody here. I saw my posters ripped, and what seems to be a hole in my wall, the size of a small circle. I walked over to my bed to check it, I crouched down, looking under.

Nothing here.

I checked the closet.

Nada.

Then I came over to check my bed, looking at it closer, I saw some stuff on it, it looked like mint green fur, like something was shedding, or it was some sort of fur from a jacket. I was a bit confused by the evidence I saw, and I looked at my blankets, yet seeing a huge lump in it, stepping a bit back.

I stared at it for 3 to 4 minutes, processing if that could be the thing that was in here, or if its just a lump of air. I then heard the lump sneeze lightly, making me jump like a coward, and yelp like a girl. I stared at it, as the lump was shaking, I looked around the room for a weapon, seeing that the only thing that was useful was my karambit knife that I painted with my moms nail polish into a crimson web, hung on the wall, jesus, I spent over a hour letting that paint and dry to a perfect thing, well, I think it deserves some blood incase. I grabbed it, slipping the handle into the palm of my hand, ready to strike. I grabbed hold of the blanket with the tip of my fingers, yanking quickly, seeing the intruder as...

What..

I dropped my knife, my eyes just glancing at what I am just looking at from this moment. It was not a fox, a wild animal, or anything, but a mint green pony. I mean, I was able to tell this was a pony, a UNICORN from the way it looks. I just couldn't even process to know if this was just real, or I am just having one of those dreams that loop into reality. I mean, this thing is FICTION! From the show, the pony is even scared to death from me, like I'm going to kill it. The unicorn seemed to look like a girl in my opinion, from the fact that it has eyelashes.

I stared at her, for a deep 3 minutes, I have to just make the best words I could say to at least make her think I'm not even a threat to her, or to where she even is from.

"Hi." I said in a awkward tone, the way I just said this, might've been the worst way to even introduce myself to a fictional character from a show that is animated for little girls, and is carrying a fanbase of grown men who..

Yeah, I can't even say it.

Are you kidding me...

Her eyes stopped shrinking in fear, as she looked at me more calmly, and had a rather more confused look. She bluntly just raised what seemed to be a hoof, pointing it at me, and attempting to poke me, as I stepped back a bit.

"You're not so..rude for what I heard about humans..." She said bluntly, her voice described a rather young teenager that would just go to the mall and brag about 'her new shoes' or some other stuff. I stepped a bit more back, reaching the dead end for what was my fucking wall, I just stared at her. What does she even mean by 'rude'? I mean, there is some annoying and rude people on this earth, but me?

"Well, first off, c-" I was interrupted by the worst things to even expect.

BUZZZ BUZZZ BUZZZ

My phone was buzzing, of course, I had a fucking flip phone. I grabbed the phone out of my pocket, the pony confused by the look of it, I opened the device, pressing the answer button, and applying the top speaker to my ear.

"Hello?" I questioned on the phone, My voice was a bit shaken, but I tried to at least keep my calm onto this situation.

"Hey sweetie!" A womans voice voice answered back on the phone, of course, it was my mother.

"U-Uh, Hi mom." I stuttered, my stomach was just queasy, and felt weak. I was going to just throw up.

"Look, I'm coming home, my boss says that work is closing down for a week due to renovations." She said bluntly.

Wait, mom is coming home..?

What if they, take her away, or, put her in a lab with IV's, and all sorts of stuff, and cut her open? I mean, they could kill her for the worst case scenario. They could, do something to her that would be cruel.

"Honey, are you okay?" My mom questioned. her voice sounded a bit worried about me.

"Y-Yeah! I'm just fine!" I'd say nervously.

God help me.

"Alright, just make sure your room is nice and clean when I get home." She'd say.

She'd hang up, the line going to a nice humming sound. I closed the phone silently, the mint green unicorn is STILL looking at me. I looked at her, and broke my gaze from her after 3 seconds. I'd walk over a bit closer to her, her eyes still gazing at me, as I walked near, and sat on the bed with her, covering my face with my arms, sighing deeply.

I removed my arms from my eyes, I'd then look at her, as she gave me that What did I do look. I stood up, walking to her, as she looked at me with her head up, I then just hugged her, a odd decision to make. But I rather just hugged her, feeling her soft coat brushing lightly around my hands, her silky mane on my cheek, sweeping against.

and I hugged her for a straight 3 minutes.

I let go, moving back a bit, seeing her face brightened up in her mood. God, that made me want to smile, and I finally did. I smiled for my first time I have ever even done it in a long while. I smiled.

I looked at her, and then recollected my thoughts, realizing that I still have to hide her, she needs a hiding place.

My bed has no frame, just the mattress, so that is no use. My closet is a good place, bunches of clothes and stuff there. and some neat stuff to look at. I then confirmed my decision.

She is living in the closet.

I motioned her to come over, she came over slightly, as I turned the knob on my closet door and pushing, opening the slightly large closet. They said that this closet used to be a studio room to what the landlords say, they were long time producers, till they moved over to some other state.

I walked in, breathing in the muffy air. the smell of cardboard, I looked over at her.

"Why are we here?" She questioned. The fact that I own (Sort of.) a unicorn, still makes me not used to her talking.

"Well, I..thought I could, let you stay in here for a bit?" I can't even think of how much I lied to her, she can't even leave. If she knows, she will be a bit more terrified I bet.

"Oh, Okay!" Her voice screeched, god, where are my earplugs?

I looked in a cardboard box of old stuff, seeing some sheets and blankets. I reached for them, dusting them off, laying them out, folding it to a comfortable size for her. I grabbed the sheets and wrapped it around the blankets square brick structure, it looked like a bed at least, but something was missing. I know, you need a blanket and sheets, but-

A pillow.

I went to the cardboard box, looking for a pillow until...

Oh god...

I found my old pillow when I was 6. The pillow contained stars and sparkles all over it, childish as hell, but it atleast is a pillow. I grabbed it, brushing some dust off of it with my hand, plopping it onto the small bed I barely even took work on. I looked over at her, I walked to her, crouching a bit to her level.

"Look, I need you to not come outside, alright?" i questioned. "Just stay in here, and I will tell you when to come out." I told her, she replied with a nod, her eyes describing trustworthy, I guess she knows proper english at least.

I walked out the room, her looking at me as I closed the door.

And it's quiet.

I'd sigh, waiting for any events that would occur, that could lead to a more problematic event. Lets just hope this goes well.