Early Morning

by InsanityCorps

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Anthro
Length: 1007

Sometimes, even waking up can be the hardest thing someone could ever do.

Its been a while since I slept inside. Didn't even have to think twice about having a roof over my head after the stressful months behind me.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-04 00:11:28 UTC

Chapter 1

        Opening your eyes… sometimes, it’s all you can do. Could’ve been a long night making sure your house was clean for guests. Could’ve been that you had company coming over, and, even knowing a week in advance, didn’t have the energy yet to keep yourself from grinding your teeth in frustration.

        For me though, it’s literally all I can do on some days, though I have to push myself to do much more than that. One morning, after getting through that arduous process, I slowly tossed off what I’d used as a blanket the night prior. I think it was some sheets stitched together with shower curtains or something.

        After ‘enjoying’ hearing- and feeling- my body creak as I slowly got up onto my feet, I looked around the dark and damp room I was in, making sure all my stuff was still there. After taking a good look around, even in the darkness, I could tell everything was still there. “Heh, sometimes that’s all ya can ask, “ I said to myself as I stretched, my reserved voice straining out of my throat. The small house I was in echoed with my words, and though I’d experienced much worse by that point, it didn’t make me feel any better.

        The silence… it can eat at you. I knew I loved sound, for crying out loud, I was a DJ before everything happened! I lived in flashing lights! Deafening music! A silent night was something I couldn’t stand in the least. I was so bored whenever I didn’t have a gig, but now… now if I meet another pony, I have to make sure they’re all there and not going to kill me. The rest of the time, it’s just ruins and silence. Not even the fucking whistle of a soft breeze most of the time.

        Sighing, I turned on my chest-mounted flashlight and got my first good look of the room I was in: a bathroom. It used to have what I guess was blue tile along the walls, and the porcelain of the bath tub looked like it would start crumbling if you so much as looked at it wrong. My eyes deceived me though, as that’s what apparently held my stuff, and I was pretty weighed down. I found a working scale a few weeks ago and, out of curiosity, weighed my stuff. Turned out I was carrying a good sixty-seven pounds or so in my hiking backpack. Gave me clarification as to where my muscles came from.

        Though, and I shouldn’t have been worrying about this, I was sure the muscle made me look better, but also shrunk up my breasts a little bit. Nopony was really around to admire them anymore, but hey, I had to look good for me.

        As soon as that was in my mind, it kept knocking around, taking a hammer every corner of my skull, screaming for me to look towards a mirror. So, obeying that thought, I turned around in search of the mirror, since every bathroom I knew of had to have a mirror. Surely enough, that was all I had to do. Right in front of me then was a mirror with what had to be a good few years of dust and grime stuck to it. My light wouldn’t even shine in the glass!

        So I quickly put my hand to the mirror and put all I had into the first few swipes across its surface, making sure all the shit on it got off. Through the zigzag I made in the grime, I could see the mirror was cracked and scratched to hell, but it didn’t matter. I mainly cared about seeing myself, not if the image would be crystal clear. I quickly went over to my bag in the tub and pulled out a random blue shirt I’d picked up a day or two ago and scrubbed it over the mirror in its entirety. I put all the spit I had onto the mirror and the shirt to make sure I got it as clean as possible, and I actually got pretty close to a shine out of the thing.

        I felt a soft smile creep onto my face as I tossed the now-stained-black shirt off to the side and set my flashlight in the sink below, aimed up at my face. I looked back up at the mirror once it was set and really looked at myself for a minute, and holy shit was I a wreck.

        My white fur was so filthy and matted I could almost pull off saying I dyed it brown. I had brush with me, so my hair looked slightly like it used to. The colors were faded, and it grew quite a lot, but my blue and white were still there. I knew it’d grown down to my ass but actually seeing it… well, made me realize I should probably cut it right quick. Way too many times had my mane ben grabbed and pulled and tugged and got caught it something. It was a hazard to my health, as well as pretty fucking annoying.

        Everything else though seemed pretty good! Mirror was small but I got a lot of use out of it. This new world had done my body a lot of good; more defined figure, more muscles, and I looked actually pretty healthy despite going without a whole lot of food the past week. A part of me missed some of the chub I had. Thought it made me look a bit more cute.

        That time in front of the mirror didn’t last long at all, and I quickly gathered up my stuff and headed out into the main room of the house I was in. It looked like a wood cabin in the main room and, if it were cleaned up like it used to be, it might’ve been a great home to live in.

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