“AAAGGHHBGLUBGLUBGLUBGLBUB AGH ptew ptew ptew, I ain’t tellin you nothing! AGHGLUBGLUBGL” after the four of them catches up to me, the orange one pick me up by my neck, despite my relentless struggle, she just carried me like a kitten to a nearby bathroom where she proceeded to violently ‘scrub those nasty words out of my mouth’ as she put it, with the help of the pink one holding me down over a sink. The pink menace somehow get a hold on my bottom part of my mask exposing my mouth for the orange one shove a hand -hoof?- full of liquid soap.

Two things I learned that day. One, despite being a pastel colorful creature that looks like come out from a children books, they're as strong as a high-class demi-human, no matter how much I struggled the pink one just hold me in place while the orange one is washing my mouth. Two, the hospital soap is tasted nastier than regular soap.

Or is it just my new horse tongue, I don’t know one of the two.

I was able to ‘turn off’ the taste bud on my tongue so I don’t taste the soaps, unfortunately, that doesn’t mean that my torment is over with how rough she is cleaning me. It's not worse than the time I was captured during the Battle of Oasis, I heard that hot water can make your skin smooth but not hot boiling water poured all over your body.

I lost half of my face, an arm, a leg and both of my testicles during my time as a prisoner. Not to mention that I was used as a test subject to try out a new drug that they created resulting me to gain a pair of boob and a new gender. Let just say that when my team rescued me I was in some sort of underground prison covered in scars and a huge amount of questionable white sticky liquid substances from head to toe.

Thankfully I was in Capture Mode when that all happen so I don’t have to go through all of that and possibly lose my sanity. Unfortunately I, an abnormal shapeshifter Anomaly, cant just change my gender without having a mechanical dick, but one of my teammates, who happen to be a scientist, was able to reverse engineer the gender-bending drugs and gave me another one that allows me to reclaim my family jewels. It was an annoying 2 weeks with all the constant flirting from everyone when I go out to spend my time in town, not that I blame them, having two large badongas does attract a lot of unwanted attention.

That includes the bullying from my sister for having bigger tits than her.

“Now, what do we say Mr. Dirtymouth?” the pink mare asked, using that ‘I’m not angry just disappointed’ tone mum always used when she found out that I’m watching porn.

I was about to make another snarky reply if not for a warning pop up, showing me that I was in a danger state with all of the soap water that entered my stomach, some of it got to the lungs and damaging it. Choosing not to make my situation worst, I comply “I-cough-I don’t know miss, I’m sorry?”

Suddenly the mares dropped her angry face and suddenly brights up, literally, and her mane inflated like a balloon, a wide smile that would make Joker proud adorned on her face before pulling me to an unexpected hug, burying my face on her fluffy chest. My instinct kicked in and almost hit the pink mare with a solid right hook, it took me almost all of my will to hold it back.

"It's alright little buddy." She said, softly patting my back. She broke the hug and stare deeply into my eye "But you can't say those nasty words and said bad things to other ponies."

Ponies? huh come to think of it they are smaller than average horses "Y-yes mam, I'll do my best."

“Of course you’ll, little guy,” she said “Now come, Doctor Horse was worried about you, you shouldn't move around because that might make your condition worse. Let’s get you back to your room, Doctor wants to talk with you.”

Wait, is that his name, Doctor Horse? Who in the right mind names their son like that? It’s ridiculous. My train of thought derailed when a weird sound entered my ears, it's that boing sound you heard in a cartoon show. The pink pony leaves the room by bouncing away like a ball, every time she bounces she let out that boing sound somewhere from her.

I just stare at her until she leaves the bathroom, I could feel my processor getting fried trying to figure how she did all of those things in the past 5 minutes, removed my mask without me knowing, inflatable mane and finally the jumping sound effect. To avoid further damage I shove the entire thing to ‘Figure it out later’ folder.

I felt something nudge my naked ass, or rather flank, and made me yelp away. Acting on instinct I tuck my tail between my hind legs to cover my private parts.

Turning around to see what just touched me, the orange mare is staring at me with a worried expression, her muzzle is near where my ass was.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Hey, what are you suppose to say if someone nuzzles your bare ass with their nose?

The mare recoiled back, her expression changes as if she tried to figure out what she did wrong. I'm starting to see if asking her why did she nudge me like that doesn't point out her mistake, probably a common thing to do around here. It's not much of a stretch if walking naked in public is a usual thing to do.

Deciding to keep my distance away from her to avoid any more of my personal space being invaded, I take a step back toward the exit that followed by another one step, keeping an eye on the orange mare so that she doesn't try anything weird. She was about to said something but I just noped out from there. The sooner I leave this place the better, I still want my sanity intact even although I lost it several times before, thankfully Amanda, one of the members of S.A.S who happen to be a Magic User, can stick it up together.

But since I can't contact HQ or Base I rather not take the risk to go full insane, sure I have a pretty solid mental defense, alongside with a couple of traps here and there to prevent anyone from entering my mind but I think it’s not strong enough to hold my sanity intact.

Bolting out from the bathroom I heard a shout of ‘wait’ from the orange mare but I ignore it, getting out of this place is more important. Looking around the hallway, the pink pony is nowhere to be found as well as the two other stallions, finding a way back to the room I was in is sound a lot easier than it does, thankfully I was able to track down where did I came from and just follow the trail backward.

After walking what it felt like 5 minutes, I just remembered that I had a mini map just sitting on the right side of the screen of my visor, I take the liberty to introduce my palm, or hoof, to my face. Ms. Hoof says hello to Mr. Face.

I like to call my right hoof a Ms. because I use it to jack off a lot of times and it got me to wonder, can I still molest my rod of meat with this thing? It's basically a stump that ended up with a nail. Maybe I can use my hoof lock to rub it.

Wait a sec, if I remember correctly a horse male part is bigger than human’s, ponies is basically a descendant of horses so probably it’s just a bit smaller than the original. Don’t ask how did I know that, but I learn a valuable lesson to not get in the shower with a demi-human horse in the summer season.

I can’t walk straight or even sit for a week.

Embarrassing story aside, I mentally click the mini-map so that I can see the full size of it. I was disappointed in myself when I found out that I’m walking in a circle all around the hospital, other than that I’m confused because between the place I found those apple trees to where I am now is divided by a field of undiscovered territory, a sea of a blank map between the two places.

Making a mental note to update my map later, I focused on the hospital map to find out where the hell is the room. Turns out the room where I am supposed to be right beside the fucking bathroom where I was, I just take a wrong turn and walk around the hospital.

I turn around and follow the right direction, grumbling all the way.

But my bladder had another idea.

'Ah fuck, welp might as well get rid of the soap out of my system. Hopefully, it didn't corrupt any of my personal data.

Back in the bathroom, Applejack sits on her haunches staring blankly at the floor her mind is trying to figure out what did she do to scare the colt like that, all she did is giving him a small nudge like every other mare to their foal.

Her mind snapped back to those scars near his private parts, did he just freaks out over a small physical contact? It’s a lot worse than she thinks if the colt reacted like that. She reported those scars to Doctor Horse and he said that there might be a possibility. If just a small nudge from her can send him to a fatal state like that she was expecting more than a jump and a small ‘hurtful’ sentence.

Memories of the colt hiding under the bed replay in her head, he was acting like a lost colt would scared, terrified, and full of fear. She could even see the terror behind the colt's eyes even if it was just a glance, but when he wore the mask he just acts like a completely different pony. Did she hit him too hard so that there might be a personality change? Doctor Horse said that there is a slight chance of short-term memory loss because of the concussion but not that.

Applejack wasn't sure about what Doctor said because after he wore that mask it just completely turned 180 his attitude, that mask is probably has something to do with him and the screws has something more uses than keeping the mask in check. She tried not to think who place that thing into an innocent little colt's head.

The mask might be a mind controlling device like she seen in one of her little sister's comic, its something about aliens from space taking control over the world if she remembers correctly, but that seems too much of a stretch.

Her ears caught the sound of hoof steps soon followed by the door being opened. A small dark-colored hoof pushed the door out of the way, she stares at the masked colt on the doorway, said colt stares back with his blue 'eyes' on his mask. He sighed, mumbling under his breath before walking past the farmer mare without batting an eye.

Applejack, being a kind pony she is, followed behind to help him deal with whatever business he had to deal like every other mare with their colts his age. Nearing toward one of the bathroom stalls, the colt stand motionless in front of the door stall, Applejack was going to ask him whats wrong but the colt beat her to it.

"What do you want?" he asked with a bit of hostility, not bothering to turn his head toward her.

"Ah just wanted to help ya." she said.

The colt turned around, even if his face is covered the mask, the glass part of it showed how irritated he was "Yes, you can help me by staying away from me, comprende amigo?" the colt spatted with venom in his voice.

Applejack took a step back with a shocked expression she, never in her life she heard a stallions being this aggressive much less a foal or any foals for that matter.

The colt cleared his throat "Sorry about that." At least he has a tendency to apologized "I'm just having a bad day, that's all. That is to put it lightly. Just wait for me with the other, just say that I'm taking a leak if anybody wondering."

The colt entered the stall followed by the sound of water hitting against water not long after, it surprised Applejack because he can go dealing with his business all by himself unlike most of the colts his age. Choosing to do what the colt say, she leaves the bathroom and walks toward the previous room, her mind is clouded with thoughts about the mysterious colt.

Author's Note

I made this right after reading a clop fic and said 'fuck it'