"Twilight!" I could hear somepony shout from outside my room. "Twilight, rise and shine!"

I stretch, shaking slightly as my limbs splayed out on the bed. I move my purple and white sheets across and rise out of bed, scratching my head as I do so.

I walked into the bathroom and lit the candle, illuminating the room. I frowned as I saw myself in the mirror. "I hate mornings..." I use my hoof to poke at the two massive black bags that are hanging under my eyes.

Walking up to it, I turn the showers tap on with my magic and pick up my toothbrush with my hoof. Brushing my teeth, my thoughts were pulled back to yesterday and how Princess Celestia was acting different than usual; something was bothering her and she wouldn't tell me what it was.

Rinsing my brush and spitting in the sink, I clean my face and then walk in the shower. I pick up my shampoo and start lathering up my hair and coat, sighing as I work out the knots in my mane as well as my muscles.

I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Spike had just developed a snore, something that the Princess said was normal around his age, and it was keeping me up. This meant that I needed to find something to relax me during the day, unfortunately I had not found anything like that yet.

I wash the suds off myself and step out of the shower, turning it off as I went. I towelled myself off and walked into my bedroom. A knock at the door caught my attention and I looked over as it opened.

"Twilight, are you awake?" Princess Celestia asked, peeking inside.

"Yes, Princess, I'm up," I say, opening the door up. "How are you this morning?"

She smiles and walks in. "I'm good. I take it you didn't have a good night?" She asks. She must have seen the bags under my eyes.

"No, are you sure that it's normal?"

She looks at me for a second, a slight frown passes over her face, before it turns back into a smile. "Of course it is. Trust me."

"Yes Princess." I say, believing her. "What are we doing today?"

"Well, I have you set up for a new lesson." the Princess answers. For a second, I could swear I could see a predatory grin on her face, but I blinked causing it to vanish.

My ears perk up. "New lesson, what is it based on?" I ask, excited about the prospect of learning something new, something that quite possibly no pony else had been taught.

"It's... basic pony interaction and psychology." She scans me, trying to gauge my reaction.

"I... If you picked it, it must be good!" I exclaim, running up to her and hugging her leg.

"Yes, it is." Celestia whispers.

___

I enter the room, the door squeaking as it is pushed open by her highness. Walking in, I notice that none of the candles were lit, leaving it quite dark; I was unable to see most of the room. "Princess, why is it so dark?" I ask, turning to see the Princess in the doorway.

She walks in and closes the door, removing what was left of the light and leaving the room in complete darkness.

Fear grows inside me. 'Maybe she is trying to teach me something, that's what it is... A lesson.’ I work out in my head, trying to not let my imagination get the best of me.

I feel a soft breeze to my right and turn. Even though I can't see anything, I know the Princess is there. "Princess, please answer me!"

"I'm going to show you how to interact with the ponies outside this castle and how to get what you will need." She whispered into my ear, significantly calming me with her sweet, sweet voice.

"Whatever do you mean, Princess?" I asked as I relaxed, the warm breath of Celestia flowing over my face.

"I... Have to show you." I jumped, she placed her horn onto mine and I blushed; we were alone and in the dark, she could do anything to me and get away with it.

'Why did I think that?' I ask myself, confused. More thoughts ran through my head of ponies in various situations, mostly sexual, but almost all of them were either forced or unconscious.

"Princess!" I screamed out, the images were flowing through my head faster now and I felt like my head was filled with magma, burning my mind to ashes.

From what I guessed, the Princess only stood there, her horn firmly planted on mine as the images flowed through into my head.

Then I understood. These were memories and the one who was there, was Celestia. I felt sick, why would she do those things? Why would she actively hurt other ponies? Why would she betray me like this?

The images sped up, making me wince as they smashed into my own, leaving me to try and pick up the pieces of my past. Suddenly, I didn't remember who my parents were. 'did I ever have parents?' I think to myself. 'Don’t be silly Twilight, the Princess must be my mother.'

I was confused and angry, I needed answers. "Mom... Why?" I said between pants, my breath becoming laboured as I felt the spell come to an end.

My mom lit the candles around the room, shielding my eyes with a hoof beforehand so my eyes didn't get hurt. After a few minutes, she slowly removes her hoof and steps back, lowering her head in shame.

"I... I've done things Twilight. Terrible things."

"These, memories. Were they all yours?" I ask, sitting on my rump. Mother's hair wasn't flowing as calmly as it usually did and it had lost most of its shine.

She looks away. "No... Some were, and some were taken from my past students. They didn't take it as calmly as you just did."

I didn't know what to say, the very thought that mom had daughters before me... "Who I ask," frowning at her, I wouldn't ever hurt my mom, I just needed to know.

Mom looks back and stares into my soul. "Sunset Shimmer was my last one..." Celestia looked down and sobbed. "She... broke down and started to hurt herself..."

I could only imagine how painful it was to watch your daughters go insane, simply from telling them your past.

"Nothing happened to me, mom. I love you!" I say, rushing up and hugging her. She recoils and holds me at legs length.

"Twilight, why do you call me mom?" She asked, looking at me like I had gone insane all of a sudden.

"Because you are, silly." It dawned on me that she wasn't joking. "You're scaring me..." I say, tears welling in my eyes.

"I think it's best if you come with me..." Mommy says, picking me up with her funny aura.

As it wraps around me, I can feel my fur being moved, it tickles. I giggle and squirm as she picks me up. "Mommy, where are you taking me?" I ask, excited for an adventure, 'Maybe there will be some ...toys...’

I feel another of my memories break. I twitch, the memories burning away faster than ever. My past life slowly becoming a distant, forgettable dream.

I think the only thing keeping me from going crazy, is the knowledge that hasn't faded yet. My only friend, science, will keep me sane…

___
We walked along the hallway, I was still suspended by my mum's aura. "Mommy, did I do something?" I asked, scared I had made her angry; maybe I didn't make my bed properly?

"No, I'm just... scared."

After she replied, she refused to say anything until we got to our destination. We stopped outside of a room, its door was painted a light brown and the surrounding stone being as bare and unassuming as possible.

Mom pushed the door open and stepped inside. The interior of the room was... bare. There was a table in the corner and two chairs either side. On the far wall was a number of levers that had the words, 'Room controls’ above them, leaving me wondering what rooms would need to be controlled. Mother walked across the room and shouted out: "Pin cushion, are you in here?"

After a few seconds, a door on the far side opened up and revealed a dark brown unicorn with a grey mane. He wore horn rimmed glasses and had a 'brain with a microscope' cutie mark.

"Good morning, Princess. What brings you here?" he asked with a smile. It was obvious he didn’t get many visitors.

"Well." the Princess coughed. "I would like to... admit Twilight." Her voice was heavy with regret and her wings visibly drooped.

"Mom... What do you mean, admit me?" I asked, starting to get afraid. I tried to fight out of her aura, but she was too strong and soon she lit up her horn, coating me with a warm blanket and soothing me to sleep.

"I'm sorry Princess... What happened and why does she call you Mom?" Pin Cushion asked, taking Twilight out of the princess's magic.

"I... showed her." Celestia replied, guilt overcoming her. "I know I shouldn't, but something makes me want it and makes me enjoy the look on their faces as they lose themselves..."

Pin Cushion looked at her with wide eyes. "Do you want a psychiatric evaluation?"

"No Pin, I don't."

He sighed and walked over to the table and opened one of the drawers, pulling out a small clipboard and a pencil. He placed them both on the table and pushed them to the other side. "You will have to fill these in. I'll get her suited up with an inhibitor as you do that..."

"Pin!" The Princess called out, making him stop at the door.

"Yes Princess?" He turned around and looked at her.

"Take care of her." She asked with a pleading look. The pencil falling onto the table, breaking the silence that had built up.

"Of course, Princess." he replied, walking through into the other room and out of sight.

This room had a lot more furnishings than the first, there were three desks, all spread out around the room, a few chairs on each desk. There were a couple of beanbag chairs in the corner; they looked old and unused for some time.

A number of pictures on the walls showed Canterlot and a few other equestrian cities. They were all hung exactly right, not one inch off from each other.

Pin cushion walked past all this and over to one of the doors on the right side of the room. He pushed a small red button beside the door and it slid open with a small 'whoosh'.

Stepping inside, he levitated Twilight over to the bed in the corner and closed the door. Pin then walked over to a similar door in the corner and opened it up, looking inside for a horn inhibitor.

He picked up a level three inhibitor and took a glance at the age range. "For ages ten to twelve," he mumbled, as he closed the small box he retrieved it from.

Walking back into the room, he places the ring on Twilight's horn and turned it ninety degrees, activating the device. Twilight's body shook for a few minutes, being held by Pin Cushion’s magic, to stop her from hurting herself.

Once her episode was over, Pin places her back down and wraps her up with the covers, making sure that she is warm. He smiles as she mumbles: "Mom..."

Pin exited the room and closed the door. Sighing, he made his way over to his desk and pulled out a bunch of papers and started to fill them in, rubbing his aching head.

___
I woke up in a daze, I felt warm, stupidly so. I tried to unwrap the sheets that were wrapped around me with my magic, but they wouldn't budge. I could feel my magic inside me, yet I couldn't use it, like they had placed…

"No! No no!" I scream, knowing what was on my horn. "Get it off!" I screamed again, thrashing about to remove myself from here infernal covers.

Finally getting one leg free, I reach up and feel the device.

"Just like in textbooks..." I mutter as I try and find some way to remove it. I use my hoof to try and twist it, but with no luck; as soon as it activates, it locks to the horn, only the pony that placed it there can remove it.

I curl up inside the sheets and take hold of my tail, stroking it. "Mommy..." I sob, tears dripping down my muzzle and soaking into the sheets.

Several hours later, I awake again and unwrap myself; this time being more mentally awake to do that. I look around to check the room.

The bed I'm lying on wasn't much larger than me, maybe made for a pony slightly older, around thirteen. There wasn’t much else except padding around the walls, not as much as they use in normal cells, but enough to stop me from hurting myself.

In the top corner, I can just make out a viewing crystal. It's designed to transmit images to a remote receiver, letting them see inside the room.

I frown, not understanding what I have done wrong to be placed in here. 'Did I upset Mommy somehow?' I ask myself, before shaking my head. 'no, it was her filthy advisors and that... Pin Cushion.' My eye twitched as I made up my mind to get out of here and protect mum, 'They made her do it, whispering their dirty wishes in her ear; she's too pure to know that though...'

I get out of bed and fall over onto the padded floor. "ugh." Trying to get up, I see that my balance is off slightly due to the inhibitor and take notes to make adjustments to my walking.

I slowly walk over to the door and inspect it, hoping that there would be some sort of hole or defect that would allow me to open it.

As usual with projects that mum funds, not a single thing out of place. I get frustrated and kick the wall with a soft, "pomf." Looking up at the viewing crystal, I stick my tongue out and blow a raspberry.

I walk over to my bed and try to charge my magic into my horn. I could feel the magic well up, trying to break through but it couldn't. It was a start, most unicorns that had an inhibitor placed on them couldn't even charge their magic.

I sighed, bored. It was bland inside the room with nothing to do but wait. They had to feed me sometime and that would be when I would strike.

Mommy showed me how to get what I would need. I would do anything to get back to her, to stop her from being corrupted from everypony else.

I laid down and thought about my brother. 'He's kind of hot...' I whisper, feeling something deep inside bubble up.

I remembered how he would look when working out, his muscles under his coat, the way his sweat would slide off his body as he did another pull up. I used to watch him, secretly of course; couldn't let Cadance know about it, she wouldn't let me sleep in the same bed as them at night.

Ah Cadance, she was another pony who was a waste of matter, cute though. She was almost as dumb as they came, but her rump was to die for, I could see why Shining Armor chose her.

Shining Armor would be one of the first I use. I have to make him see that I'm better than that bimbo.

I waited, and waited; the boredom was intolerable. I debated on whether to pleasure myself, but thought against it as they would simply tie me up, or worse, tell mom.

Finally, it was 'feeding time.' I faked a stomach ache and Pin Cushion walked in, levitating a tray of food. He placed it down and walked over to my bed. I tensed my legs and waited till he was behind me and kicked, kicking him out cold.

I felt my hooves impact his muzzle and break it. I would have been guilty, but he was a traitor to the Crown and I wouldn't stand for it. Standing up, I saw him on his back, legs spread out. 'I guess I can take the time...'

I moved towards him and poked him with a hoof to check if he was awake. Placing my ear over his chest, I sighed and smiled, he was alive.

I placed my hoof on his legs and slowly moved them upwards, towards his testicles. I was going off what memories mom had given me, never having done this to anyone; hell, I was only twelve.

My hoof reached his balls and I started to fondle them, watching as his shaft emerged from his sheath. I gulped as I saw it extent to full length and felt myself become hot with excitement.

I let go of his balls and gripped his meat with both hooves. It was warm and pulsing slightly with each breath I let out.

Something clicked in me and I needed it inside me, I couldn't think of anything else at that moment. I licked the shaft as much as I could and got up off the ground and moved over him. I guided his dick to my entrance and achingly slowly backed up.

My vision blurred as Hundreds of memories blasted back, filling my head with rape, torture and various other acts, a goofy grin making its way into my face.

I gasped the head parts my lips, I never thought it would feel this large down there, but I guess I'm just small. I push back and another inch forces its way in.

Feeling the pleasure inside slowly build, I strike Pin in the chest and feel the power that I had over him at that moment; I could ruin his life, or simply walk away and say I kicked him by accident.

Hitting him again, I had a harder time catching my breath as my thrusts became greater. "Now I know why Cadance is such a slut!" I shout out, my orgasm building.

I felt the last few inches slide into me. I sit down and could feel his balls just about touching my rump. I felt complete, like I finally found what I had been searching for and never wanted to let it go.

Of course, I didn't mean Pin Cushion, he was only a lowly peasant compared to what I deserved. I deserved royalty, I deserved mother.

I thrust one last time backwards and breathed in hard as hot jizz splattered my insides. Sighing that an unconscious stallion came before me, I rode him some more before giving up and rose from him. I felt the whole twelve inches slide out of me, making me shiver with pleasure, as finally the head felt out with a wet 'schlick.'

I leaned against my bed and reached down, determined to finish myself off. I mashed my button furiously, my orgasm reaching its height.

I snapped my eyes shut as electricity danced through my body. My muscles tensed up and I let out a high pitched 'squee' as I lost control of my vocal cords.

Eventually, my coordination came back to me and I found myself all sticky from the workout. I got up and walked over to the plate of food. Wolfing it down, I looked over to the still unconscious stallion and snapped up the piece of bread and butter I was holding.

I rose and walked over to him, then used his hoof to undo the inhibitor on my horn. It fell to the ground with a hefty bang and I crushed it with my magic, sighing at the touch of it going through my horn again.

I shake my head, moving some of my matted mane out of my eyes and look towards the door. I eye it carefully and trot out, towards mother.

I walk out of the room and make my way over to the door separating me from freedom. I look back and remember that the viewing crystal would have been connected to somewhere close.

I trot over to one of the other doors and push the button next to it. It opens with a ‘whoosh’ and reveals a light blue earth pony in bed. He was strapped up in a strait-jacket and seemed to be sleeping. Shrugging, I left him to his fate and closed the door.

I walked over to another door and pushed the button. This time it revealed a control room with a series of small balls levitated in magic fields; they were the receivers for the crystals. I charged up my horn and smashed the balls into smithereens, making sure no pony else could see what I did here.

I walked out and looked around for a filing cabinet, or some sort of folder relating to me being admitted. Finding nothing obvious, I opened the desk in front of me and rooted around inside the drawer.

Pulling out a folder with my name on it, I took a look inside and found the forms that mom had been forced to sign. I held no ill will towards her, in fact, it must have taken a lot of willpower to not crush the ponies that made her do it. I wouldn’t let them stop me from having her.

I twitched and levitated the forms up, incinerating them and leaving no trace I was ever here. Deciding that I was done here, I trotted towards the exit and pressed the button. The door opened and I left the ward, hopefully forever.

I trotted down the hallway, having to share my air with these peasants. One of them brushed up against me, making me shiver as images of himself being ripped apart forced their way into my head. I chuckled and glared at him as he walked off, hoping that sheer will would make his head implode, alas no such luck.

I finally made it to mom’s room and pushed the door open. There she was, laying on her cushion, facing away from the door. I closed the door and walked over.

“No tea for me, thanks,” She mumbled, not bothering to turn around to check who it was, silly mother.

“Mom!” I shouted and jumped on her back, expecting her to turn around and snuggle me. Unfortunately, this is not what happened. What she actually did was scream and jump away, all the while looking at me like I just tried to hurt her. “Mommy, what did I do?” I ask, tilting my head to the side and sinking into her cushion.

“Y-you shouldn’t be here.” She says, making her way over to the door. I quickly rush over and stop her.

“Why, don’t you love me?” I ask, tears growing in my eyes. “You made me like this, remember!” I screamed, stomping a hoof.

“Don’t you think I know that?” She replies. “I’ve been feeling horrible…”

“You said your other children couldn’t handle it… I can, It makes me feel… powerful…” I say proudly. It was like being mother’s favourite child.

Author's Note

Yes, other chapters will be done. I just had this idea and ran with it!

Thanks to The Exotic Natasha for the idea : D

If anyone finds any tense problems, please comment and point them out. I know I'm not great with that, but i want to get better!

Or just shout at me, whatever floats your boat!