A living Nightmare

With my fate decided, I began to walk back down the long dirt road that leads to my home. Guess what else?

It's raining.

Nature just had to choose now to rain.

So as I trudge my way through the ever thickening mud, my clothes and....fur get wetter each passing second. I look back for a moment, about a hundred yards from the house to see my father watching me from the living room window with a scowl on his face. I sove my hands into my pants pockets, staring down at the ground as I walk, my hooves getting covered in mud. I had to remove my shoes since they dont fit what I have now.

Normally when I'm upset, I'd call my mom and she'd come and talk to me. But how could she possibly believe I've turned into a freak and had dad point his gun at me? As of now, I have nothing. Just the clothes I'm wearing, a fw bucks, a phone that's almost dead and a pack of Red Hot's bubble gum in my pockets.

If God is real, then I guess I must of committed some sort of sin to which he's using his rain to urinate on me, telling me to screw myself. I wasn't ever much a believer of God. He's supposed to keep the world happy and in good shape, but why is Donald Trump here then?

I couldn't help but laugh at myself for that one, but soon my laughter turned to sobs as the heavily stressing thoughts of losing everything comes back to mind. I head under one of the many trees that line the road to lean against.

At least the tree knows how to help me keep standing.

I can't seem to shake the memory of staring own into the barrel of dad's shot gun. I at least prayed they were bird shots in there since he mostly hunts birs ince there's a lot in thi area. It'd still hurt, but would only really puncture my skin a bit. Now if it were a buckshot or a slug shot...my brains would have been all over the place if he shot me.

"You alright?" Nightmare moon asks in my head, but her caring tone had a truck load of sarcasm hidden behind it.

"Why woud you even ask that!? You've gotten me kicked out of my house! My dad didn't believe it was me for a second!" I yell through my sobs. "Why can't you just leave me alone...you'e done enough damage as it is..."

Nightmare cackles to my pleas. "Boy, you have no idea the damage we've already dealt in our time! My almghty sister wasn't strong enough to stop me, what makes you think you even have a slight chance!?"

I let out a heavy sigh, knowing she's right. Wiping my tears I resume my walk, the sound of cars slowly becoming the more dominant sound in my ears. It sounds a lot closer for some reason.

"I never said I could beat you,I asked why you have to ruin my life?"

"It's what evil villians like me do best!"

Shaking my head I only continue to walk.

Then the familiar sound of my mom's red Dodge Caravan comes into my ears.

"Mom!" I yell, running out to the middle of the road to block her path. She barely manages to stop a fw inches in front of me, mud flying out from under the wheels. "Mom help me!" I plead, going over to her door as she gets out, putting up an umbrella

"Who are you and what do you want?" she asks plainly, looking awkwardly at me. She must think it's a costume as well.

Under the stress I've been through I couldn't help it to hug her, burying my face into her chest. "Mom, I need your help! I had this weird drem at-"

"HEY, get off me!" She shrieks before I could even finish as she pushes me off. I lose my fotting from it and I end up almost slipping and falling, which would have not been good.

"She SHOVED me!" Moon whines.

"Mom..." I say again as I manage to get my footing back, only to see a bottle of pepper spray in my face when I look back at her.

PSSSSSHHH!!!! went the spray, and it wasn't long before it kicked in.

"Ow, mooooommm!!!" I scream in pain, wiping my eyes frantically to get the chemcals out. "I'm trying to speak to you! Jesus fuck!"

"What do you want and stop calling me mom!"

I groan heavily as the pain slowly subsides. "If you'd let me explain myself!"

"I don't have time for this." she deadpanns before getting back into the van.

"Mom! I....I had this crazy dream at school about this weird alien horse thing that said she wanted a favor of me, okay? When I woke up she was speaking in my head and suddenly I began turning into her! That's why I look like this! I ran from school because I didn't want to be there like this, then dad came home, I tried to tell him, but he pointed his gun at my head and told me to leave and now I'm hoping you'll at least understand, because I'm really stressed out and I don't wanna be homeless! You gotta believe me...please..." I blurted out in a mere twenty seconds, and I ended up starting to cry half way through.

"Please, mom...don't leave me...you guys always said you'd love me no matter what..."

Mom sighs heavily, moving some of her long curly brown hair out of her blue eyes. "Look, I don't know you. Whatever your problem is...whatever you are...you've got the wrong person." she ays calmy before beginning to drive off.

She doesn't get far as I only hold onto the car to get her to stop.

"What!?" she barks. "I don't have time for this!"

Quickly, I take out my phone and I begin to go through some baby pictures, explainging each one to her as she told me, like my first Christmas how she dropped a slice of cake on my head. I told her her maiden name, and managed to remember the story she told me of how her and dad met. he said she was in highschool at a party when she saw him, intoxicated, he walked right into the pool and snk straight to the bottom, so mom had to go and save him. Yes it should be the other way around, but life can be weird at times...I know.

She stares at me for a few seconds with her slightly wrinkled face as to where I still have tear streaming down my cheeks. It burns from the pepper spray so it feels like lava instead of tears coming out of my eyes.

"Now do you believe me?"

Again she gets out of the van and looks me in the eyes.

"I'm a freak, I know..."

"Is it realy you, Jake?"

"Yeah it's me, mom...your Little Mister Snuggle Bear."

"And I just..." she says, staring at the pepper spray bottle still in her hand. For a moment she turns around and chucks it into the trees before turning back to me. "Oh, Jake...I'm sorry..." she says pulling me into a hug. "What kind of a mother uses pepper spray on her own child..."

I give a sigh of relief that she at least believes me and still loves me.

"It's okay, mom...it's okay," I reply, returning her hug. "I love you mom."

"I love you too, Jake."

Smiling, I get into the front passenger seat of the van and I lean my head on my mother's shoulder.

"You've gotten me all wet, but at least you're okay." she smiles and rubs my head and begins to drive. "You can take a nice long na after cleaning up, alright, sweetie?"

I nod. "Yes, mother."

"Wash out your fur good, or the rain'll make it stink."

I laugh a little at that. "Yes, mom."

"So, I guess I'll have to change out your shampoos since you're a...horse...I guess?"

"Yeah, but I think I'll be fine with what I have."

Mom smiles. "Alright, dear."

I let out a sigh, staring down at my new breasts, covered in fur, with a rather large patch coming from my neck to a point at the end of said breasts. I feel like big foot. A big ugly horse version of big foot.

"I guess you're our daughter now huh?" Mom asks as we arrive at the house.

"Mom! Not cool.." I huff with a roll of my eyes as I exit the an

I see dad on the porch with his gun, glring at me.

"I thought I told you to leave!" He hollers, pointing towards the dirt road.

Mom gets out, upset. "That's our son, James!" Mom says in protest.

I can see dad sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose, probably thinking, "Oh god, here we go..."

"How can you possibly believe that freak is our son!?" Dad yells. "It's even female! It has tits! Those god foresaken, god aweful hairy tits..." dad grimmaces, shaking his head.

I only turn my head to the ground, feeling a pang of pain in my chest hearing insults from the one I used to get along with so well. I shut my eyes tight, feeling new tears coming along.

"But she has told me things only Jake woul know! It has to be Jake!"

Dad sighs again. "Margaret, that thing is NOT our son! I don't know what it must have done to you to get you to believe it!"

It? So suddenly I'm not even a person anymore, but jut a useless thing? I find myself wrapping my arms around myself as the tears threaten to escape their prison.

"I don't know what it is, or why you believe it, but I want it gone!" Dad huffs, putting his gun into both hands.

Mom grunts. "You're so stubborn! Put that gun down! I will not allow you to shoot our son!" Mom yells, approaching dad.

Shaking, hadly able to breath right, I head to th back of th van for cover incase dad decided to shoot. I slump down to my rump, trying to figh the pain, but it seems impossible as the tear slips.

"You aren't goign to cry again are you?" Moon asks.

"This is all your fault you fucking bitch," I growl between gritted teeth.

I ignore anything else she says as mom and dad yellling at each other prevents me from hearing anyway. It hurts to hear them fighting over me. Dad wants me gone. He doesn't even love me anymore. He pointed a gun at me and seems so dsperate on kicking me out. I sit there holding my knees to my hest with my arms, burying my head into them. I allow my tail to curl itseflf around me as i rock back and forth, trying to keep it together.

The yelling seems to drag on and on, but dad just won't give in.

"What's the point in even being with you if you aren't even going to accept your son for what he's become when he had no control over it!" Mom yells.

Nice, now my family is about to be torn apart because of this.

Sighing, I stand again and I begin walking.

"Yeah, you had better leave!" dad shouts.

I keep my arm wrapped around myself for warmth since the rain as soaked through my ur, and now I'm freezing.

"Jake honey, where are you going?" mom asks, following me.

"Nowhere." I reply, still walking. "Just away from here. I want to be alone..."

"M-maybe we can head up to grandma's! She'll let you stay there I'm sure!" She grabs my shoulder. "Get in the van and we can go..."

With another sigh, I turn around to face her. "I just want too be alone, mom...nobody is going to want me around anyway..."

"Margaret!" Dad calls out.

"Sweetie...don't talk like that..."

"Just go, mom...I'll be fine okay?"

Mom begins to tear up. "But Jakey...I can't just lt you go...

This honestly really hurts to know at least my mother love me, yet I have to leave her behind. "I'm sorry mom..."

"Jake..."

"Magie!" dad calls out again.

"I love you mom...sometimes you just gotta learn to let go.

Mom sighs heavily and wraps her arms around me. "Just be safe okay?"

I nod. "I know mom...let me go before dad shoots me..."

With teary eyes, mom lets me go and begins to walk back, whereas I continue down the road, rain sagging my fur and clothes. I turn my head back for a moment to see mother crying on her way back to the house. Dad gently holds her his is arms, glaring at me still, th love in his eyes had all but gone, same as the joy that would sparkle in my own.

I feel my ears lower as I turn back, continuing my walking.

I eventually come to the paved road, cars pass by every so often. I don't try to get a ride from any of them either. I have noidea where I'm going, if anybody will help me, or if I will be stuck this way for good. I contemplated going to my girlfriend's, but she'll probably hate me too. As of now I have nobody to turn to, no home, no food.

Nothing.

A while later of walking down this seemingly endless straight road I come to a puddle in the road. Carefuly leaning over, I peer into it, gazing at my new face again. I don't gaze for long as the darkening sky and lack of street lights make it too hard to see. At least the rain stopped a bit ago.

Still walking, an hour later, I spot a town up ahead. I stop dead in my tracks, wondering if I should even go, if a freak like me would even fit in, if anybody would even help me. I doubt anybody would help me in my time of need. Besides mom at least. Speaking of her I bet she's lown up my phone with messages. I decide to check, pulling the wet device from my pocket.

It doesn't even turn on. I limply place it back into my pocket as I lean on the nearby telepone pole, legs hurting from walking so long. Again I move to a sitting position on the grass, not even minding the wetness.

My life is over, why should I care about anything anymore?