Reborn.
A knocking at the door wakes me up, “Huh?” I mumble out, hopefully loud enough, I can’t raise my voice with a dry throat.
“A message and a delivery from Princess Celestia!” the voice calls out.
“Come in.” I reply, sitting up in the bed and raising my hands to my eyes to rub the sleep from them.
A unicorn trots into the room, coat and mane differing shades of verdant, their horn glowing since they carried a suit. She set the item down on the bed, “The Princess has requested a personal audience with you, and would like you to be dressed in this attire.”
I nod towards her, “Thank you.” She smiles and briskly trots out afterwards. A royal summons by the Princess, this was interesting. I look towards the delivery, huh, pretty fancy suit she made for me. Had to of been custom tailored, but where did she get measurements of me from? Oh well. I pick up the suit and look closely at it, my fingers getting a little twitchy. No doubt it was made of incredibly fine materials, but something about it is off. I shrug, I’m probably just not used to having clothes that looked so ravishing.
I walk towards the personal bathroom in my suite. I was actually surprised when the Princess had requested I lived in the castle, which also meant I was treated as royalty, simply for being the only human in Equestria. I had told Celestia multiple times none of this was necessary, but she insisted, so I allowed it. After relieving myself and showering I went back to the suit, taking my time to change into it so I didn't damage it. I walk back into the bathroom, grooming my facial hair and making sure everything was in order. Smoothing out the suit one more time I guess I was ready.
I scratch under the collar of the suit, man this thing was tight, so much for custom tailored. Knocking on the door to her chambers I hear a muffled, “Enter.” from the other side. I open the door, seeing Celestia on the other side of the room sitting over a table, a quill scribbling away at some document. I walk within twenty feet of her, not wanting to interrupt whatever important work she was currently doing. I stood there for a few minutes, Celestia mumbled out, “One minute please.” as the document under her quill was moved to a tall stack and another was laid in front of her. I nod, looking around her room, trying to entertain my brain with something until I start to feel it.
Is it a pain? Sort of, my body has a stickiness to the clothes on me. I’m probably sweating from how tight this suit feels. A woozy feeling soaks through my brain and I steady myself, trying not to fall over. My hands began to shake and I closed them into tight fists, holding them at my sides. This was not a good time to start feeling sick, not in front of the Princess! I swallow, noticing mouth feels like it is full of cotton balls. Whatever was happening to me was getting worse by the second, “P-Prin...” The words get caught in my throat and I fall to my knees as my legs start to shake in the same way my arms were.
The sounds of me struggling and her writing fade for a few seconds, before coming back as if I am hearing from on top of my head. I can’t see what’s happening, my eyes blur up and I can barely make out the shape of the princess in front of me. My hands and toes feel like knots as they twist and compress into themselves, in the confusion of everything I realize my body doesn’t even register the feeling of separate digits anymore. I grit my teeth, as the feeling of thousands of tiny hands caress and stroke my jaw and nose out of it’s normal place. What in the actual fuck was happening to my body!?
My stomach lurches and attempts to empty its contents as the blinding pain courses through my organs, but the changing of my mouth keeps this from happening, keeping me stuck in a state of half drowning in my own vomit. My vision blacks in and out from being unable to breath, only occasionally getting fresh oxygen through my still functioning nose. The minutes tick by at an infinitely slow pace, and eventually my mouth is free to sputter out the horrid bile trapped in my throat. My body spasms slightly, my joints and bones shuddering from whatever perverted magic was flowing into them, contracting upon themselves and reshaping to a different, most certainly not human form.
I groan again, hoping to get Celestia’s attention. She is less than ten feet away from me and it is impossible for her to have not taken notice, but why wasn’t she helping?! The blurriness of my vision fades fractionally and I look around to see everything growing in size as my body trembles from whatever is distorting it, eventually I can’t see anything because of the fabric of the suit covering my face. My forehead and back exploded in pain at the same time and I could’ve swear that in the dim light I saw something sticking out of my forehead through the tears in my eyes.
My crotch is surrounded by a burning feeling, as if it is destroying any evidence of my manhood, and all I could do was moan in discomfort, my throat having the same burning sensation overtake it. After the burning pain stopped the muscles in my crotch feel like they are being torn apart, the whole of my reproductive system going through a massive overhaul in the span of a few minutes as a most certainly not male body part was given to me. The base of my spine is not exempt from the wave of magic, but instead of shrinking it begins to grow in length, and out of my back. My mind fails to comprehend anything anymore, and I catch the brief feeling of hair covering whatever extension appears to have come from my spine . The last thing I remember are shivers coursing over my skin and then something like a blanket wrapping around my entire body, coaxing my exhausted body into sleep. My body and mind are far too fatigued to resist, and before I can make sense of anything, a wave of sleep overtakes me.
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I feel a gentle tickling on my belly, causing me to giggle and roll to the side. I am apparently on my back, and laying on some kind of silk material. My memories are a blur, I don’t remember much of what had happened, just some kind of pain going through my body. There is a stiffness in my muscles right now, especially in my hands and feet, like something was holding them closed, numbing them so I couldn’t even feel my fingers or toes. I open my eyes, immediately blinking a few times to get used to the bright light radiating through the the window to my left. I notice the sun is setting, but something else disturbed me even more as I look at my own face.
I have a muzzle. Or at least what appears to be a muzzle, covered in a creamy white fur. I start to raise my hands up to this unfamiliar face, a face that isn’t mine but I am still somehow viewing through. My breath gets caught in my throat as my new hands, or hooves I should say, came into view. They are covered in the same creamy white fur, and began to shake as I brought them closer to my muzzle before gently rubbing it. The first fur-on-fur contact is strange, making me draw my hands, hooves, my brain corrected itself, away from my face.
I could feel tears well up in my eyes. I want to cry, because something is horribly, horribly wrong right now. “Aww, what’s wrong? Is some filly hungry?” A voice calls out from behind me. I know that voice! I turn around, almost doing the motion again as what was in front of me scares me a bit. Princess Celestia is without a doubt the biggest pony in Equestria, and when I was a human she had still towered over me, but now as a little filly she is gargantuan in comparison. I look at her quite shocked, there was a playful little smile on her face, but also some concern, probably from my crying. “Does my little pony want to eat?” She questioned again.
I sit there, struggling to comprehend what was going on. Earlier today I walked into her room, then something happens to my body, then I wake up as a filly and now she’s asking if I’m hungry? It doesn’t make any sense! Actually... My eyes light up, the clothes! Those custom tailored clothes given to me to wear to a personal audience with her. Something had to have been done to them, probably enchanted by her. I look at her angrily, or at least as angry as a filly can look, “Ceh-...” My throat stops, what the hell? “Cel...” Damn it! I want to say Celestia but my mouth isn’t working properly.
Her eyes brighten up and I hear some kind of ‘Squee’ noise, “Is... is my little girl trying to say her first word? Oh this is wonderful!” She stares at me, a large grin covering her face while I sit there and attempt to speak. This is incredibly difficult, I am really straining right now just to say a name. Did her spell have this much of an effect on me? I slap a hoof on the bed, getting angry at the fact I couldn’t even talk. She pointed a hoof at me, “Hey, no hitting okay? Girls don’t hit.”
‘Girls don’t hit...’’ My brain finally processed that thought and I blink hard. She had been calling me ‘filly’ and ‘girl’ this whole time and I hadn’t even thought about it. I look down at my crotch, my eyes catching sight of a small diaper with my curly little tail behind it. I didn’t feel my manhood whatsoever, it had been whisked away by whatever enchanting magic she had placed on me. My eyes fill with tears and I curl up into a little ball. What is the point? There’s was nothing left of who I was. I feel the bed shift and a weight settle around me, “Shh, it’s okay, mommy’s here for you.”
I push away from her, I didn’t want anything to do with her. She morphed me into this and now she thinks it’ll be all better with a few hugs and kisses? She didn’t budge though and I eventually gave up, I’m not strong enough to physically move her, but I hope my silent protest would impact her in some way.
I don’t remember how long we stayed like that, me curled up with her surrounding my tiny body. Was she trying to comfort me with her warmth? Trying to make it up by caring about me now? My stomach made a little gurgling noise and she whispered to me, “Do you want to eat?..” I didn’t respond. It’s true though, I am getting hungry. Though even more pressing is the pressure I feel between my legs though, I really need to pee. I could feel it building up slowly and I attempted to squirm my way out from her grasp. “What’s wrong sweetie?” There is a hint of worry in her voice.
I try to respond with talking, “Buh... Bat...” giving up after the first few tries and simply point at the bathroom door on the other side of the room.
I heard her giggle softly near my ear, “Silly filly, that’s why you’re in diapers.” I gulp. I was hoping she wouldn’t say that. The pressure is still climbing inside my tiny bladder and I shift my hind legs together antsily. Over the next ten minutes I try holding it in, I really do. The thought of using diapers is embarrassing and degrading I really don’t want to experience that. Sure I look like some filly, but damn it I’m a grown man, I know how to use a toilet! While I stayed there in silent agony Celestia constantly cooed into my ears, ‘It’s okay, you’re just a little baby, that’s what they do.’ and ‘You’re still too young for the big girl’s place, just let it out.’
Eventually I had no choice, and I lose control of my bladder and emptying myself into the diaper, a relieved moan leaves my lips as all the pressure is let go. I take a couple shaky breaths and Celestia pet my mane with a hoof, talking in a low voice. “Good girl, mommy is so proud of you. I think it’s time for a changing though.” The bed shifted and she got off of it, going to grab the supplies necessary. I curse myself mentally, that had been humiliating, why couldn’t she let me pee like a normal pony? Instead I had to use these freakin’ diapers and she had to change them for me because I was too small to do it myself. My crotch shivered as the heat from the pee slowly radiated away, leaving me with a cold dampness reminding me of what I’d just done.
The sound of hoofsteps approaching breaks my thought process as Celestia clambers onto the bed, a couple boxes floating in her magical field. I let her roll me onto my back and I just realized a new sensation I had never felt before. Did I have wings? I try moving my back muscles in a vain attempt to see if my hypothesis was correct. The princess merely smiles down at me as if knowing what I was thinking, “Yes, you’re a little alicorn. My little alicorn, and the cutest one ever.” I blush at the compliment, but wait, she said alicorn? I raise my eyebrows, looking up as far as I could and, low and behold, there was a small horn growing out of my head.
Wow, she did all this for me? Some part of me admired her for her love, but that only recalled the memories of me being forced into this situation. Magic is cool, flying is cool, but I was a human! I didn’t want or need any of this and she basically shoved it down my throat. I lower my head to see what she was doing, apparently just getting everything out. I saw the diaper’s strings slowly slip off my waist and I caught the first glimpse of the tiny pink lips that consisted of my marehood. The sight causes a small wave of nausea to wash over me, but I ignore it, more surprised at what Celestia was doing.
Her head was lowered to my crotch, her large tongue gently licking at my fur. She was cleaning me with her mouth?! I shiver as her tongue got awfully close to my feminine slit. All the pee that had been stuck to my fur was gone now, completely cleaned. I had to take a second to admire her love yet again. She didn’t have to personally clean me like that. Isn’t that degrading for her? Willingly cleaning another pony’s privates would be horrific to me. Maybe she wasn’t--
“Ah!” I gasp and look down at Celestia, her tongue making it’s way up from the bottom of my marehood. Is... is she taking advantage of me? I stare in shock as the lick finished, another small gasp coming from me as her tongue went back down for a second one. I glared daggers at her as her head came back up.
She saw my look and her cheeks rosened fractionally, “Sorry... I just... was making sure you were clean!” Bull fucking shit! She was trying to taste me! Creepy fucking pony. My lips tightened up and I snorted out of my nose. A mumbled apology came from her as she went about her business, drying off her saliva and wrapping me in a fresh diaper. If she ever did that again I’d... Well I’d do something! I’m not just going to let her do what she wants with me. My stomach rumbles again, I was getting pretty hungry now. She sends a smile my way, “Ready for food?” I nod, still glaring at her, I’ll make her pay for that.
Celestia gracefully moves up the bed, magicking away the other supplies and settling herself so her belly was facing me. I look at her absolutely massive hind legs and gulp. Those could kill something if they happened to get trapped between them. I feel her magic lift me up, okay, this is a weird experience. It’s like being wrapped in a soft blanket, or being covered in silk. Floating made me panic a little, but soon enough I was set down on one of her massive thighs. I place a hoof on it, the amount of muscle is incredible. “Are you going to drink?” She looks down at me inquiringly. Looking at her teats, they are small white mounds with a perky pink nipple for each. I swallow the lump in my throat, this isn’t right, I shouldn’t be sucking on nipples for food, I deserved real food like a normal pony. I turn my head away and bite my tongue. As disgusting as sucking on pony teets seemed... milk sounds like the greatest thing ever created right now. And I am just so hungry... Okay fine, this one time I will do it.
I place my lips over one and gently suck, eliciting a small gasp from her. Getting no milk as a reward for my efforts I decide to suck a bit harder, finally getting the life giving nutrients from her. A small moan left Celestia’s lips as the stream began and increased in size. This stuff tastes wonderful! When you’re a baby you don’t remember the taste of your mother, but I am fully conscious of this, and wow, it is really something else. I feel like I could drink from her for hours if my stomach allowed it. I didn’t even notice how hard I was sucking until Celestia placed a hoof on my head. “Easy, easy little one, you don’t want to give yourself a tummy ache.”
I slow down, sure I might not like her, but a tummy ache didn’t sound like loads of fun. I continued my ministrations for the next five or so minutes, allowing myself the joy of being filly for a little while. My stomach felt fit to burst about now, guess it’s time to stop. I slow my suckling to a halt, and I think things over for a moment. I still need to get her back for what she did to me earlier, there has to be something I could do to some part of her... Ah ha! I am looking directly at them. My lips are still wrapped around her nipple and I slowly move closer so my teeth could surround it. Celestia let out a content sigh, “Ah... will that be-- AHH! No! Bad girl!” I bite down on her nipple as hard as my filly jaw allowed. She grabs me with her magic and pulls me towards her face. I smile as I imagine her pain, ha, that oughta teach her to try and use me again!
There are tears on the edges of her eyes and she gives me a stern glance, “Bad filly! You never bite mommy! Especially on sensitive areas!” She takes a small breath, “You really hurt mommy by doing that, and bad fillies get punished for doing bad things.” The smile faded off my face, uh oh, what did she mean by punishment? I feel the weightlessness of being surrounded by magic and she... took my diaper off? Oh god, this was going nowhere good and fast. “You’re going to bed missy, and I want you to think about what you did and how you hurt mommy.” Oh... bedtime? Psh, this was nothing. I yawn, I could use a couple hours of sleep. She sets me down in a small pen type place, then immediately turns around and lays down on her own bed. My pen consists of a baby sized mattress surrounded by high walls so I can’t climb out. I curl up on top of the miniature bed, sleep quickly overtaking me.
I wake up, laying still and letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. I look out the window, I couldn’t see the moon yet so it must’ve still been early in the night. I go back to my previous position on the bed, curled up into a little ball. That’s when I feel it. The pressure in my filly bladder is starting to grow. It’s fine though, Celestia changed my... oh god... I don’t have a diaper on! This is her punishment, isn’t it? My hind legs tighten up to control myself, tail also coming between my legs. This is bad. I need to call for her before I soak the mattress I am laying on. Maybe I can sleep through it? I really didn’t want to call for her, that would show that she won. I rest my head back down, trying to fall into a fitful slumber but it isn’t working.
I gulp, I’m not going to last another minute at this rate. All that tasty milk I drank, my filly bladder can’t hold it anymore. I stand up on the mattress, forehooves holding on to the top of the wall. “C-Cel...” my voice faltered out, I couldn’t say her whole name so ‘Cel’ would have to do. “Cel...” I call out a little louder now, trying to shake the wall with my hooves to make more sound. I feel tears start to form as I realize I am about to burst. “Cel!!” I nearly screamed, I didn’t want to pee in here! I saw her body roll over and face me, a small amount of relief beginning to find it’s way through my thoughts until she just rolled back over. Is she going to just leave me in here to pee?! My legs began to shake from the strain of holding it in. What did she want me to do!?
The feeling of a few drops escaping and landing on my back legs made me desperate. There had to be something I could say that would let me out of here. I groan, I didn’t want to say it before but now it was a necessity, “Mommy!” I scream. I felt the stream begin, pouring down both legs, “MOMMY!!” I sob, my bladder relieving itself for a solid minute. That whole time I cried, screamed, begged, anything to get her over here and help me, but none came.
I fell back down into my own pee-soaked mattress, crying and mumbling ‘Mommy...’ This is so disgusting and humiliating. I could feel my hair prickling from the sensation of the cold piss all over my back, causing me to shiver. It smelled awful and I couldn’t get away from it, not as long as I was trapped in this mini prison. I layed there and cried for I don’t even know how long, eventually crying myself to sleep in a puddle of my own pee.
I wake up to the blinding light of the sunrise, the foul stench of of what I did last night quickly entering my nose. My leg twitches and I feel the crunchy hard fur from where urine dried. I began bawling almost immediately, the scent is just that bad. It permeates the air around me and I couldn’t get away from it. I soon catch motion out of the side of my eye, and I look up to see Celestia walking away from the open window the sun was coming through. “Mommy!” I cried out, faster than I had planned, but right now I didn’t care I just wanted to get out of the horrid box.
She stopped for a few seconds and I watched as she slowly turned around, the stern look from yesterday still on her face. “Yes?”
My lips quiver and all I could say was, “Mommy...” before the tears started again.
I feel her magical aura pick me up as she walked close to the pen, lifting me to face level with her. “Have you learned your lesson?”
I sniffle, wiping away my tears with a fetlock, “Y-Yeah...”
She stared at me for a few seconds, “And do you promise to never bite mommy ever again or you go back in here?”
I nod, that idea had definitely backfired on me, “Yeah.”
Her face broke out into a smile, “Good, let’s get you cleaned off then.” She sets me down on her back and walks towards her personal bathroom. I nuzzle into her soft, warm fur, didn’t she care I that I am making her smell right now? I look to my left and right, her mammoth wings on both sides protecting me from falling. She... Really cared about me... Like I am actually her daughter. I mean, I had been loved by other people before, and I loved other people and took care of them, but this was on a different level completely. Once we were in her bathroom I was floating again and I look towards the giant mirror on the wall. I appear quite disheveled, fur clumped together and sticky, tail and mane frazzled and out of place, tear stains on either side of my face. I am a mess.
She sets me down on the marble floor of the shower, settling down next to me, “It might be a little hot at first, okay?” I respond with a nod and she proceeds to turn the water on slowly. It is pretty hot, but the fact that I was being cleansed of last night’s ordeal made me not care. The hot water running down my fur feels absolutely spectacular. A poke at my side rolled me onto my back and I saw Celestia holding a soap covered bath pouf in her hoof, a playful smile across her muzzle. My brain realizes at some point that I am staring slack jawed at her beauty. Her long flowing mane is weighed down by the water, but still sparkles in all its attractive elegance. I bite down on my lip, why am I thinking of mommy like that? She moves down to my hind legs, holding one of them in her free hoof. “May I clean you?” I nod again. Why is she asking? She had to know she could control me and do whatever she liked but... she wasn’t.
The small pouf bubbled and tickled as it rubbed over my fur and hooves, cleaning away the grime and filth that had been stuck to them. She slowly worked down one leg, finishing and starting at the top of the other. After she completed cleaning that one we got to the more tense part of this bath. Her hoof held the soapy pouf mere inches from my crotch. She looks up at me and I shakily nod, hoping that the events of yesterday didn’t repeat themselves. She lowers the sponge down, washing as gently as she could. I watched with bated breath as this continued for a minute or two, her staying on task the entire time. She moved to my belly and I released the pent up breath, her giving me a small grin. “See? Wasn’t so bad.”
I had to thank her for that, for being so considerate of how I felt. I open my mouth, “M-Mommy...” Oops, I meant to say ‘Cel’ but for some reason my brain thought it was better to go with that, may as well stick with it. She looks up at me and I stop to swallow the lump caught in my throat. “Fa... Fank you...” I couldn’t make the ‘Th’ sound yet so that would have to do.
I notice her lips shake fractionally, “N-no problem sweetie...” I saw a grin on her face, but I think it is to herself. The next couple of minutes are silent, just her scouring my belly and front hooves with the little bath pouf. Next my neck and face are subject to the cleansing, her breaking the silence only to whisper out, “Close your eyes sweetie, I don’t want to get soap in them.” I obey, feeling the gentle pull of the fabric and the clean feeling of being just washed as water was run over me afterwards. She rolls me over onto my belly, going to work on my back now.
I let out a little gasp as she cleaned my wings, I didn’t realise how these react to being touched. I guess it was because I was a filly and they were very tiny. Her hooves travel to my mane, soaping it clean and then going back to my tail, her gentle caress noticeable the whole time. The marble floor left my touch as I was whisked up into Celestia’s magic field and a towel floated over to my body, drying every inch of my fur. She set me down outside the bathing area and clamber out herself, kneeling down next to me, what was she doing now?
“Hold still little one, your mane and tail are a mess.” A shiver found it’s way down my spine as her tongue began to put my mane back into place. Long, slow, deliberate licks curled out across my hair, styling it back into it’s original shape. After she finished with my mane she started on my tail, the same motions coming from her. “There, you look splendid, are you feeling better now?” I can’t help but grin, in all honesty I did feel better. My fur is vibrant and full, and my mane and tail are bouncy, this feels amazing.
I stand up on my hooves, admiring this new sensation. I had yet to stand on a firm surface on all four hooves, it is kind of strange really. I look towards the door then back at Celestia. She returns the look with an encouraging smile. Alright, how was I gonna do this? I close my eyes, going through the motions of walking. Some part of my brain told me I should know how to do this, but that was silly, I’d never walked before... had I? I shake my head to concentrate. Okay, back left, back right, wait no, back right then front right? Or front left then back-
“Oof!” I fall down, landing on my muzzle.
Celestia steps forward and places a hoof on my side, “Are you o-.”
I shake her hoof off, I need to do this myself. Okay, let’s try this again. Back left, front left, back right, front right. That combination seemed to work. Whoo hoo! Okay, now to the door. Same as before, Back, front, back, front. It was working! With each step my brain memorized it a little more, until I was smiling and running back and forth from Mommy to the door. This is super fun! I ran in circles around her as she got up, watching me with a glowing smile. “Okay there speedy let’s go, I think someone needs breakfast.” I trot alongside aside her as we made our way out of the bathroom. Looking up at her from below was kinda scary, I don’t even come up to half her leg height. But I knew she wouldn’t hurt me, she loved me and I loved her.
I blinked a few times. Wait, I loved her? Part of my brain said ‘duh’ but the other side was trying to say otherwise, except it was muffled or suppressed, like I didn’t want to think about it even though I was making myself think it. Sooner than I expected we arrive at her equally giant bed. Weightlessness occurred, and ya know I was starting to like that feeling, but I digress. I am lifted up and on top of the bed, held inside of the magical field as she positions herself sideways, laying me on top of her thigh afterwards.
I look at her teats and those life giving nipples. I swallow as I see one of her nipples, the one I had bitten last night. Had I really done that to her? Why? She is being so kind to me and I just hurt her in the most sensitive place there is, well, except for her marehood, but still. I look up at her face, a small smile there but the slightest hint of unease. I have to make it up to her this time. Closing my eyes I lean in slowly, conforming my lips to the size of her nipple. I sucked as gently as I could while still getting milk, trying to show her that I cared and wasn’t just using her. The stream trickled down my throat slowly and I used my tongue to wash it’s taste around my mouth. It was agonizing only getting this little milk, but that didn’t matter right now. This continued for a few minutes before I felt her gentle hoof on my mane. “It’s okay.” She whispered, “You won’t hurt me by suckling harder.”
And that’s exactly what I did, suckling down a now normal sized flow of milk. I press against her body and allow my stomach to slowly fill up. Content with how much I drank I slowly pull off, waiting for the stream to stop. “All done?” She asks.
I lean forward, giving them one last lick before replying with, “Mhm.”
Her magic lifts me up to her face, laying me down gently in front of her. A hoof came up and began petting my mane. “I love you sweetie.”
I grab her hoof with mine, holding it close to me as I try to speak to her, “W-Wuv you mommy...” She brought her body closer to mine, wrapping around me with the other hoof and sharing her warmth. We lay like that for a few minutes, mother and daughter enjoying each other’s company. I yawn and blink a few times, whew, being a filly was tiring. She continues to pet my mane until I succumbed to a fitful slumber.
I stretch my hooves upon awakening, letting out a big yawn. That had been a good nap. I reach a blind hoof out to grab for Mommy, but I only hit air. I open my eyes, it was only me on the bed... where had she gone!? I roll over onto my belly, breathing a sigh of relief as I saw her standing a few feet away, cleaning my little pen. She turns her head to me, grinning, “Hey there sleepy head, sleep well?”
I nod, “Mhm!” and watch as she went back to work, removing the old mattress and replacing it with a new one. I kick my hind legs on the bed, humming a tune to myself, simply having a good time. I just realised some kind of material was wrapped around my hips. I look back at my flank, seeing a diaper wrapped snuggly around me. I smile, Mommy sure knew how to take care of a filly. Speaking of that diaper... I blush lightly as it started to moisten, the milk from earlier having made it’s way through my body. I rest my head against the bed, waiting for the stream to finish before calling Mommy to change it. I wish I had the ability to change it myself, but I know I am just a little filly and I’m too young to do anything like that.
Sighing satisfiedly when I was finished I continue watching her, not wanting to interrupt her business. She places a few pillows and a blanket down on the fresh bed, turning around to me afterwards. She ran up to me quickly, tackling me in the bed and tickling my belly with her hooves, causing me to fall into a fit of giggles, “How’s my little girl doing?” She beamed down at me.
I couldn’t help but keep laughing, “Gooood.” She laid herself next to me, one hoof still rubbing my belly slowly. I close my eyes, leaning my head back and enjoying the feeling of her hoof over my fur. I blink a few times, remembering that I needed to be changed. “Mommy...”
“Hmm?” She looks down at me. I grab her hoof and lower it down to my crotch, the cloth soaked. She smiles, “One moment, mommy will take care of that.” She sits up on the bed, horn glowing as the boxes from before were floated over from her nightstand. I roll onto my back for her, opening my hind legs so she could work easier.
I yawn and stretch as she completes changing me. She strokes my mane with a hoof, “Is some filly ready for bed?” I nod, yawning again as she carries me to the small bed. She lays the blanket over me, kissing me on my forehead. “Good night sweetie.”
“Ny ny...” I tangle myself up in the blanket, quickly slipping into dreams.
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I walk into a room, everything is fuzzy right now but it seems completely empty. I look down at myself. That is... odd. I am standing on two hooves? No, not hooves, there are little... my brain says the word ‘toes’, yeah, toes on these hooves. I look at my forehooves, more elongated toes, my brain calls them ‘fingers’, there are five on each hoof. I also don’t have a muzzle. I blink a few times, and I look around for a mirror. I spot one and I look at the reflection of this two legged body. This body seemed strange, and I turn away from the mirror to get even more startled as the actual filly me stood in front of... me.
We tilt our heads at the same time, studying each other. How am I staring at myself? Why wasn’t I myself in this dream? Instead I am looking through this alien body at the little filly that is me. She opens her mouth, “What are you?”
That was a good question, what am I? I’m not me, I am looking at me right now. So did that mean I’m not myself? What changed? I hold my head in these... these ‘hands’, getting more confused as I tried to think this out. This is scary, had I lost myself? Why wasn’t I a filly? Where was mommy?
My eyes went wide in realisation, things are coming back to me now, I am remembering! I’m not just a little filly! I am a human! I had done things, made friends, lived a life! My throat dries up and my hands tremble, I look at them, wishing I hadn’t. My hands are... fading away, is the best way I could describe it. I am turning invisible, becoming see through, I am fading away! I shake my head, “No, no, no, no, no, no.” I look up at the filly, the confused look still on her face. She isn’t fading like I am, she is here to stay, only the human is leaving.
There is something I need to tell her, and it is important, it could change everything, but why can’t I speak!? I grab at my throat, trying to make a sound, something to show I am still a presence, still in existence. I am here now! I am back to being me! But I can barely see my hands at this point, or any part of me for that matter. No, it can’t end here, I couldn’t leave like this! I need to warn her!
I look up again at the little pony, there is a tall white one standing next to her now, one of her wings wrapped protectively around the child. Anger boiled in my veins. No! She is keeping me from her! She is lying to her! I reach my arm out from my sitting position and watch as my fingers blew away in a breeze I couldn’t feel. The breeze travels up my arm, and the same thing occurs for my legs and feet. I am departing permanently, not even a memory of me would be left. I couldn’t leave like this though, not now! I fall forward, clawing my way towards them on quickly fading stubs that were once limbs. I couldn’t move anymore, I am just a torso and a head, and even that is fading away. I give both the child and the white pony one last pleading look before I was gone.
I am nothing.
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I wake up crying from the dream I had just experienced. I am really confused, I need Mommy. I cry out her name, the sound of hooves racing over calming me slightly. She scoops me up in her magic, worry written all over her face. “What’s wrong sweetie? What happened?”
All I could do was whimper, “B-Bad...”
“Bad what honey? Bad dreams? Did you have a nightmare?” I nod, that is what they were called, nightmares. I had a nightmare. “Ohh poor baby, it’s okay though, nightmares can’t hurt you. Do you wanna sleep with Mommy incase it happens again?” I nod, wiping away the tears with a fetlock as she walks back to the bed and settles us down on it. She pets my mane with her hoof, “Mommy is here for you baby, don’t worry, that bad dream is gone now. That dream won’t happen ever again.”
I rest my head down with a smile, I love my Mommy.
