A rubbed my forehead in frustration as she continued to grill me on things I thought weren't that important.

“Are you a part of any clan that associates itself with their species?”

“For the last time, I’m not a Minotaur. I just happen to look similar to them.”

Her face twisted adorably in concentration as my words seemed to fly over her head as she wrote down all her thoughts from hypothesis to conclusion before I could give anything to her.

“Ok next question! When you see the color red does it make you feel assertive, aggressive, annoyed?”

‘Feeling pretty fucking annoyed right now and all I see is purple.’

I grieved internally as I clenched and unclenched my right hand. I would never start a fight with anybody unless they threw the first punch, that was my rule. But I was coming close to doing something when my patience started to wear down after two hours into my interrogation. I would say interrogation only that I have the right to leave and not come back but then she would feel blown off and she would later harass me for additional tidbits about myself.

I’m not a social person, quite the opposite actually. I would prefer to not get in anyone’s business and if they wanted to speak their thoughts I would let them and from time to time I would give my two cents in if it was interesting enough. I’m not what they would call a pushover since I am assertive when it comes to things that matter. I am a very passive person, maybe even a peacemaker to some and they’re right.

I don’t start fights and I don’t get into other people’s business, simple cut and dry thought process. I’m what they would call the average american Joe Smoe.

Sorry if I offended anypony with that name.

“How do you explain your species connections when you stated that your roots are indeed connected to theirs?”

I could guess where she got that piece of information from. Before on the job I helped install a new kitchen counter to this one stallion who recently moved into town from Fillydelphia and when he saw me he couldn’t help but ask if I was in some way related to those raging bulls.

I could only answer with, “Kind of?”

I mean in Greek Mythology the Minotaur was half human half bull so it would stand to reason that we were closely related to the same species. I didn’t get to read up on this world’s history with how they were made so I made a fair judgement based on what I knew.

‘Now it’s coming to bite me on the ass.’ I thought to myself as she kept asking about my race.

“Are you a result of their species mingling with other sapient creatures? When you say monkey, do you mean that at one point in time your species and theirs crossed which result in homo sapiens or ‘man’ as you call it and became as you are with centuries of evolution? Or are you the first ‘human’ of your kind to be made from cross breeding with their race?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t know. Why are you asking about some race I have never met before?” I was done asking these 20-hundred questions last hour ago, it’s my turn to get some answers.

“I’m not at liberty to say.” Wall all she had to say.

‘For fucks sake!’

“Ok that’s it! I’m done. You don’t want to answer my questions, I don’t have to answer any of yours then. You are extremely rude and I don’t want to see you anytime soon.” I pushed my chair back and winced as my legs protested from standing after falling asleep 30 minutes ago.

I was halfway to the door when she spoke, “Wait please.” I froze in my steps after hearing the plea that sounded desperate. I turned around and watched as she also got out her chair and bowed her head to me.

“Your right, I haven’t been forthcoming and I apologize for that.” She seemed sincere that I was torn to just plain leave and forgiving the poor little thing. My pet instincts won out in the end as I let out a breath

“Alright then, let’s hear it.” I went back to the table and tucked my feet back in.

She smiled in gratitude for giving her a chance and with a glow of her horn she teleported back into her seat.

“Great!” She exclaimed and with another glow of her horn she 'poofed' an official looking document into existence that had a text the size of ticks that I could barely make out.

“If you can please sign here and you agree to the conditions that are written down we can continue our conversation.”

‘God damn it.’

“Can’t you just tell me the simplified version? I don’t need to know all the details just the why.”

She looked at me this time with a small trace of pity, “I’m sorry but I cannot. The reason why is because it’s been kept on the hush lately as both Princesses ordered it to be kept a national secret.”

‘Wow, this goes deeper than I thought.’ I was surprised.

“Why does this have to do with me?” I thought as I feared what her response would be.

“I cannot indulge in that information, unless you sign.” She pressed forward the document which I could see was a Non-Disclosure Agreement which made my insides feel all sorts of funny.

I kept quiet as I debated heavily in my head. On one side I was in the need-to-know which would get me the answers to why she was hounding me.

If I didn’t sign it and leave right then and there that could be the end of it and I would go back to living the quiet life before they found me. This would all be put behind me and I would go back to work. But then I started to think, what if they could be monitoring me even when I leave and I would have no idea why, with this at least I could find some immunity with the Princesses. I read the conditions which were pretty standard for any disclosure as long as I abide by the written agreement I wouldn’t get harassed by any local authority.

After sitting in the chair for 5 minutes with my hands balled over my mouth I closed my eyes and resigned myself.

Damn my curious nature.

Without pause I put down my signature and Initialed where the small sticky arrows pointed to.

“There, done. Now start talking.” I grunted at her, a little peeved at her and if I am honest, myself for consenting.

‘Further down the rabbit hole, I go.’

After giving the paper a once over and satisfied by what she saw, she magically whisked away the document in what I knew was a secure location.

“After hearing about Princess Celestia’s defeat at the hooves of the changeling queen the Minotaur's took that as a sign of weakness and began attacking our embassies.”

...Well, shit. This isn’t looking good and she just started.

“We quickly responded by withdrawing our troops and after seeing the reports Celestia made it mandatory for any Minotaur within Equestria to be questioned.”

I began to feel numb all over as she gave me another one of her neutral looks, “After investigating your registry it would seem that the nation has declared you a Pony of Interest.”

I can’t believe this.’ I thought as my nerves finally returned with vengeance's.

“I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted to hear but as for right now you are to be investigated and if such time came to pass confined to your local quarters for security purposes.” Her eyes reflected on how much she enjoyed this situation as such as I do, “The Minotaur's have declared war on Equestria.”

Author's Note

Wow, didn’t see that coming did you? To be honest, me either.