Chaper 4.5: Hooves I Tell Ya!

I woke up at Paul’s apartment for what seemed to be an eternity later. My whole body was aching especially my feet. My manager was leaning over me, making sure I was alright. Lets say she had a nice personality, from what I remember. Needless to say, she was one of the kindest people that I knew. She was always able to work with my schedule to give me as many hours as possible, away from those high schoolers, even if it was at night.

 

What? Thursday I wasn’t working the night shift? That doesn’t make any sense, I remember clearly looking outside and it being as bright as day. Or was that the other day when I was working on weather management. Shit, I remember it being daytime. But I always worked the nights... Ugh, becoming a pony is really messing with my head. Am I going to remember anything about my past after this is done? Damn....

 

Regardless, I was laying in my makeshift bed and my manager was looking over me, making sure I was okay. I tried to explain to her that I was fine, and that I just was punched and she informed me that the man that punched me was arrested and charged with assault as she showed up, right in the nick of time. She mentioned that I looked paler than ever when she found me lying on the ground passed out, and it didn’t even seem like I got punched. She and the cops couldn’t believe I got punched that hard, but after reviewing the tapes, they definitely noticed the jackass deserved the arrest.

 

She also knew that I was in a bit of a financial situation, so she just decided to take care of me at Paul’s where I was staying.

 

How did she know? Oh well, Paul’s girlfriend was my manager, Laurel. Not a coincidence either. She was able to land me the job from what little I remember.

 

So there I was sore all over, just trying to put all of this behind me. Until Saturday when it finally happened. I woke up that Saturday morning, and to my surprise, the dull pain was gone. I decided to get up and walk around and I found that it no longer felt awkward to walk. At the time, I gave myself the old pat on the back for a crisis averted. However a few seconds later when I started to notice the click-clack on the floor whenever I walked gave me a little fright. Which turned into a large fright when I decided to look down and notice my feet were gone.

 

Oh yeah, and three the third thing I really wished that I didn’t get myself in this mess. That thought solidifying in my head whenever I realized that I was either losing my mind or slowly becoming a horse. I decided to go with the first option and just try to sleep it off.

 

Ah who am I kidding, I went full day drinking on this one. And before I get lectured about how previously I planned out my summer without booze, I decided that my mental sanity was more important than my financial sanity. It also helped that the owners of the store were giving me a  little extra money because of the whole getting assaulted on their property for upholding their policies thing. I’m not even sure why a mom and pop store would even have porn rentable. I guess it didn’t matter.

 

But that day, I just sat around in my room with my ol pal Jack. Just to clarify, this wasn’t another human friend. It was a bottle. Of jack. I sat there, contemplating my life choices up to that point and drinking until the hooves went away.

 

Needless to say, they didn’t. No matter what I seemed to do, I still had a pair of hooves instead of feet.

 

"Shit."

 

It didn’t help that I began to develop a pain in my forehead. Not a dull pain but more of a sharp one. Either I was beginning to develop a hangover, at 9:00 pm, or this wasn’t over.

 

"Shit!"