Kay, so this may be confusing how Nightmare Moon was allowed to become a citizen of the U.S, rather than the government making futile attempts to keep her in confinement. Well, it's because of that very fact. Normally you'd expect to see on the news a first interaction from an alien being....such as Nightmare Moon, but I guess she didn't take too lightly to being kept in a steel room with foot thick walls. She easily broke out. At least, that's what the article said that was released to the public.

The government being the government, they like to keep secrets, so we never got the full story of what happened with Moon while she was "in captivity."

I do know that the president personally met with Moon to work things out....that was all over the news!

So, Moon had to prove herself worthy of being a trusted citizen of the U.S by...you know...NOT blowing it to pieces. She was given this apartment to live in, free of charge. She was given a car, free of charge as well and lessons on driving....also free of charge. To put it simple, she got the necessities all for free to "show gratitude she's here."

Where after four years, the government felt she was ready to be made a citizen, plenty citizens themselves weren't ready to accept her. Yeah she's from a girl's TV show, but can you imagine how messed up our world would be if she tried to bring "eternal night?"

There would be no solar power, no crops on farms to grow, the Earth would become cold...there's a LOT our sun does for us. I guess people didn't like the fact a humanoid pony - just one - could flip our world upside down.

Luckily, none of that has happened and it seems Nightmare Moon is changing on her own terms, not just because the government wants her too. I, personally, know for a fact she's changed. I mean, she's my MOM for Pete's sake. Not my real Mom, of course....but you get the point. If anybody can tell you if she's changed or not, it's me.

I'm probably going to call her "Mom", soon, to see how she reacts. That'll be big for her in someway. Gone from being most powerful villain to stuck on the moon for 1,000 years to mother of an alien on an alien planet. Wonder what she'll think when she comes to that epiphany?

But I digress.

On with the story.

*****

"You're going to work to get that grade raised, correct?" Moon asks me, ruffling my mane as she sets a bowl of Applejacks down in front of me at the table.

I nod. "Yeah, of course!" I lean into her hand.

"Good. Now hurry up an eat so you won't be late."

I do as told, watching as Moon brushed her mane. "Can't believe I actually have to work, now."

"You looked better in your armor than this outfit," I commented as she threw on her tuxedo, putting on the only button there was at the middle of her abdomen.

"You're telling me, but if I'm going to prove I can care for a child," she fixes her tie, pausing now and again, "I need to make money and to do that, I need to keep a job."

Where does Moon work, you may ask? Well, she's been given a job by the government, which she has to keep secret and thus, all she can tell me when I ask what she does is; "work."

"You should get some shades. Your suit wouldn't look so boring, then." I chuckled.

Moon rolled her eyes. "Hush, child."

As I finished my cereal, Moon was still all over the house, doing this and that, like an ant randomly wandering around in search of food. I stuck my bowl in the sink.

"You sure you can't just leave me as a pony, Moon?" I ask as she gave me a quick hug.

She sighs. "Fine, but if anything bad happens at school, it's on you. I know I made you a Pegasus, but if I find out you tried flying, I will change you back without a thought and never make you a pony again. Got it?" She gave me a stern glare, pointing a finger at me.

"Yes, Moon! No flying!"

"Good," she kisses me on the head. "I don't want you getting hurt before I begin teaching you to fly."

"Of course!" I nuzzle Moon.

"Get your backpack, we're leaving now so I can have time to explain this to your principle and teachers," she returns my nuzzle.

So Moon held my hand, like always, as she led me to the black, 2016 Nissan Optima in the drive-way.

Fun fact: You park in a drive-way but drive in a park-way. Kinda like Iceland is grassy and Greenland is icy.

Derp.

Mom buckles me in the front passenger seat, even though she knows I can do it. She just wants to, quote on quote; make sure. She gets into her side of the car and starts it up. Only having been a citizen for a couple years, she's quite the driver! She hates traffic and would rather avoid it by, you know, flying, but she doesn't want to risk dropping me.

To be honest, I feel Moon is a bit paranoid in keeping me safe.

"Jake?"

"Yes, Moon?"

"Am I doing a good job of taking care of you?" she asks as we come to a red light and turns her head to me.

I nod. "Of course! I tell you every time you ask, silly."

She smiles a little. "I'm trying to change. Being evil is fun and all, but being stuck on a glowing rock for a thousand years is not..."

"I bet...but these people can't send you to the moon."

The light changes green.

"They sent Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong, didn't they? What did they do?"

I face palm at that.

"Yes, Moon, but not as punishment."

"Oh..."

When we get to the school, it's still quite early and the before-school program has barely begun. We head inside and I begin to feel a little nervous as we walked into the office which smelled of paper, pencils and flowers. Moon dings the bell on the counter and waits [im]patiently. The walls were a mocha color of brown and made me thirsty for coffee - something Moon never lets me have.

"We need to see the principle, please," Moon said flatly.

"Okay," the blonde lady with too much makeup on, probably in her thirties replies. "What might your name b-"

"Hush, human! You know my name." Moon deadpanned.

"M-my apologies. Head on back."

I follow moon into the principles office and the tall, obese, brown haired man in his white button up an black pants, greets us.

"Morning How may I help you, Ms. Moon?" he gestures for us to sit at the table.

"We don't need to sit, we'll only be a minute," Moon pulls me back when I tried to take a seat. "My son, Jake Wolfe," she pats my head, " asked me to turn him into a pony, so I did. I was originally going to change him back before bringing him to school, but he insisted he remain a pony, thus he obviously doesn't look like himself. I'm here in person to tell you this and to let his teachers know what t expect to avoid complications. Understood?"

The fat man stares for a second before nodding as he looks in my direction. "Certainly. I-I will let them know." he turns to his computer.

"One more thing. I'd like to know if he tries to fly. I've told him not to until I've properly taught him. If he stretches or rustles his wings, it's fine, but if he's seen flapping to get off the ground I'd like to know."

Fatty nods again. "Of course. I've emailed all his teachers to let them know."

"It is also imperative you get him a new ID since he will remain a pony."

"Have your five dollars to cover the fee of a new ID?"

Moon growls as if she hoped he wouldn't remember and she pulls out her wallet and hands him the bill.

"We will be going now. Thanks for you time." Moon grumbles as she takes me out of the office.

"Is me being a pony going to be a privilege, Moon?" I asked as we were out in the hall again.

Moon kneels down and pulls me into a hug. "Of course not. But I have to go now, alright?"

I smile as she held me and I return her hug. "Thanks, Moon."

"Anything for my son," she kisses my head and stand again. "I love you, have a good day at school."

"I will, Moon! I love you, too!" I hug her again before she can leave.

"See you after work, Jake," she hugs me and leaves.

I smile as I turn and skip down the hall, to the cafeteria, enjoying the sound of my hooves clip-clopping on the tiled floor as I swayed my tail with pride.

I've got the best adoptive Mom, ever!

Author's Note

Here's chapter Number three!

Thanks for the 24hr+ feature, guys!

This story is really hard to write, having so much to be explained while having Moony as a mother, yet till as her sassy self without fully reforming her. I've thrown myself for a loop writing this!