Lucifer Morningstar

Shock, tumbling, the world spinning in three directions at once, fire from the heavens, my tumble downwards, falling, falling, what is going on, what is happening, what is about to hit the face into the ground.

SILENCE

Awareness again. Easier to catalog what doesn’t hurt. Rain falling on my face, fat and...greasy? Arms don’t work right, legs don’t work right, feel odd about mid-way on my torso, hands move to clear my face, fingers aren’t working right...not fingers, a hoof. Small hoof, barely larger than the rosebud in front of my eyes, eyes focusing...what am I?

Steady onto four legs. Fall down onto my belly hard, crying in pain. I can feel something coming out of my mouth and nose, thin clear fluid and I can feel a warm stream near my legs...my back legs...dear God, do I even have bladder control? Name, name, what is my name…

SPEAK YOUR HUMAN NAME something boomed in my skull, AND YOU WILL DIE, NEVER TO RETURN AGAIN. YOU HAVE BEEN RESURRECTED, LIVE YOUR LIFE NOW IN THIS TIME.

The voice sounded like the hammer blows of an angry God. What is my name, if my name as a human being can’t be used anymore? What am I? Who are you that did this to me?

Silence greets my confused thoughts. Tears fall down my face, pain and suffering and confusion and the smell of burning and everything mingles into the rain and then all of a sudden I can feel the warmth of the sun on my back. I can turn myself, barely, and I can see something bright and beautiful and white and winged coming for me, almost like an angel and…

SILENCE

I wake up again. I am...aware now, fully.

My thoughts are no longer confused, but I remember the warning. I can’t call myself...who I was before. But now, where am I?

My eyes open and I see myself in a playroom for a baby. Bars of a crib. Happy blue walls, white ceiling. Baby changing table, basket of what looks like toys, closed door. My head is on a large white pillow, and what looks like a stuffed eagle or hawk in fire-engine red and orange is nearby. I waggle my hands...and, they’re there. But...they’re not hands. They’re hooves. They look an awful lot like what you’d see on pony or horse. What about…

I twist my body around, painfully, to see that I have a second set of hooves. I’m covered in a fine, downy whitish fur that it looks like somebody has washed and cleaned lately. Oh...and a diaper. Something cheerful with hollow blue clouds on white material, pulled up snuggly and tightly on my body. Oh no...I think, what am I...please don’t tell me I’m some newborn baby pony that somebody has a fetish for putting in diapers…

My anxiety makes something along my mid-torso flap around, and I bend carefully to look at...wings? Big, with a whole lot of downy fluff to them, but definitely wings. On the body of a horse, so either I’m some weird genetic experiment or I’m a pegasus and what does it mean…

Voices. One, female with a definite command of Elizabethan English that would make any upper-class costumer at Renn Faire envious. And loud enough to even make a USMC drill sergeant go “okay, I’m shy and retiring”. Through a closed door, mind you. “Sister, Thou has found the newborn on the edge of the Everfree Forest.” And, I swear, you could hear the italics in her voice. And the capitalization. “A newborn alicorn foal. A male newborn alicorn foal, the first in nearly ten thousand years.”

A second voice. Female, more modern sounding with a definite article of command. “Luna, I know. A foal, still surrounded with his afterbirth and the placenta still attached, on the edge of the Everfree? Would you leave him there?”

“Never,” the first voice said instantly. “But, there has not been a good record in Thou history of male alicorns in Equestra, dear sister.”

What is an alicorn? Said in the same way as unicorn, but unicorns are a myth…

Just like pegasus are, aren’t they?

“Irregardless,” the second voice said, “we will see. The foal is here, and we shall raise it as well as we can.”

I could hear the door open up, and two sets of heads came over the edge of my crib. They were...horses. Unicorns, winged unicorns and you could tell that somebody had been playing around with the EZBake Genetic Modification Oven with them. They had facial features that were more like a human that horses-bigger eyes, more forward of the face. Huge cranial cases, somewhat flattened muzzles, and omnivore teeth. I could tell that part from the white one that was smiling at me. The dark blue one wasn’t quite scowling, but it was a near run thing.

The next thing that threw me? Their tails and manes were moving, as if there was a slight breeze. The white one had a rainbow of colors like highly premium rainbow sherbert ice cream-blue, green, purple, and pink. The dark blue one? Two shades of indigo, and stars were in her mane and tail. And, the starscape changed as she moved her head. Oh, and they were wearing crowns, and were wearing some kind of metallic chest piece on them with identical symbology-the white one had a stylized sun on hers, the dark blue one had a crescent moon. “And, how are you today, dear foal?” the white one asked, confirming that she was the second voice.

I’m fine, thank you for asking. “GOO!” my voice said.

No, no, I want to use words, not baby sounds. “GOO GAA!” I said.

Come on, it’s easy. I’m fine, thank you for asking, where am I? “GOO GOO GAA GEE!” I said cheerfully.

“Ah,” the white one said. “Do you know you’re name, little pony?”

I do, but I can’t say it or a God-like voice told me I would die. “SKWEEE!”

“Ah,” and then I felt myself lift upwards, surrounded in a white aura that matched the aura surrounding her horn. “I think, little pony, you have been in that crib long enough. Are you hungry?”

At the word hungry, my stomach started to demand that I have something to eat. But, I could tell with my tongue that I had no teeth. I was going to be on formula again, and I didn’t know how that would work out… “MEEEP!”

“Woona dear,” the white pony said, “could you get the formula and bottle for me, please?”

“Sister…,” the dark blue one, Woona? said threateningly.

“Luna, dear,” the white one said again, “the formula and bottle, please.” There was a definite snap of command in her voice, this time.

“Fine, fine,” the one called Luna muttered, and the big white pony nuzzled me warmly on my belly and I had to giggle at that. Simple joy...how long was it since I had that? Too long, I think.

I turned my head enough to see Luna take some cans of white fluid out and pour them out into a glass bottle. All, mind you, using nothing but a dark blue aura that matched the color of her horn. Magic? Telekinesis? Biological tractor beam? Who knew? Maybe I would, in a while. Once I could make the words come out right of my mouth…

Nipple on, and screwed on tight, Luna floated the bottle towards the pony that was holding onto me with her aura, and they both headed to a cheerful little corner full of stuffed animals and beanbags. The white pony settled into one of the bean bags, tucked me into the crook of her left front leg, and used the right front hoof to...somehow...hold onto the bottle and bring it near to my lips.

“Time for lunch, my dear little pony,” the white pony said, and I noticed something else. Both of them had...tattoos? Markings? Brandings?...on their flanks. The white pony had one that looked an awful lot like the sun on her accessories, while the dark blue one named Luna had a black starscape with a crescent moon in the middle of it. What did it mean? Did I have one? And, could I reach my head out to the nipple because I was very, very hungry.

Turns out that I could.

Oh, and that I could spat out the formula with amazing accuracy in a convenient direction. It tasted wrong, like slightly foul milk. Said “convenient direction” was in an absolutely spectacular arc that nailed Luna in the face. “AAAHHHH!”, Luna yelled, and started to wipe her face. I kept trying to spit out more, and realized that my mouth was very, very dry...which was starting to hurt as well, so I had to do something…

So, I started to cry. Very loudly, lots of tears. “Oh no,” the white pony said. “Luna! Bottle of water! And, go and get the spell book from my personal stocks, blue cover with twin baby rattles on it.”

“Sister,” Luna said, trying to wipe her eyes clean.

“He won’t take formula, he needs water, and he needs to feed,” the white pony said, commanding. “Go and get the book, once you’ve gotten cleaned up. But, he needs water right now.”

Luna got and filled up a bottle with water, floating it over to the white pony. “There there,” the white pony said in my ear, nuzzling me. “I need you to stop crying so you could have some water, I promise you will have something to eat soon.”

I could hear the water in the bottle, and I made myself stop crying long enough to start sipping on the water in the bottle.

The water was slightly warm, a touch metallic, and flavored with rubber.

It was some of the best water I’d ever had.

I polished off two bottles of water when I heard hooves on stone, and Luna came back, with a book in her aura. It looked like some kind of baby book-bright blue, cheerful, and with prancing ponies on it. The white pony took the book out of Luna’s aura with her’s and started to flip through the pages. “Sister,” Luna said. “What are Thou looking for?”

“Cadence has the same issue, when her mother died,” the white pony replied. “She wouldn’t take formula, and the only thing that satisfied her was...ah yes, here it is.”

Luna looked over the white pony’s shoulder and somehow was able to blanch slightly. “Sister, that is a lactation spell. For fetish play!”

“Slightly modified,” the white pony replied. “It can provide a foal with proper milk.” She made her horn glow brightly and the white pony suddenly looked flushed and confused. I could feel her muscles trembling under her body. “It always feels weird when you first cast it,” she said in apology to me and Luna.

“Sister,” Luna said, “Thou should let Me cast the spell! You have responsibilities and lactation would raise questions.”

“His arrival made a very large hole in the Everfree, Luna,” the white pony said. “Questions are already being asked. Why he is breast-feeding is a very minor one indeed.”

Wait a minute. What did she just say?

I could feel the white pony’s aura again and I floated backwards. Sudden random memory reminded me that a pony’s nipples were near the back...and I could see hers. White fur surrounding pale pinkish-white mounds, with sweet red nipples that were starting to...drip?

I lunged at them, the best that my body and form could. My lips clamped around a nipple, and sucked...and if it was possible for a baby to orgasm, I think I did.

It was sweet, and rich, and delicious...like drinking a thin vanilla milkshake made of sunlight. I kept sucking, wanting more...more...more…

“There there,” the white pony said, breathlessly. “There’s plenty there,” she said, stroking my hair with one of her hooves.

I could barely hear her. I kept drinking more and more, feeling my stomach fill with fluid. I stopped long enough to breath and burp. Before she could pull me away, I put my mouth around the other nipple, and sucked as hard as I could. She just...went dry a suck after I knew I was full, and while I could see her nipples beginning to get ready to give more milk, I knew I couldn’t have more. I rolled over, and gave a very satisfied belch, feeling so very happy and warm and warm...oh no...

Happy feeling went away when I could feel from the warmth and weight that I had pissed myself in my diapers. “Oh my,” the white pony said, still a bit breathless. “You were very hungry, wern’t you? Luna, I’ll need the breast pump, the diaper bag, and some help, please.”

“Yes,” Luna replied, and she brought over a weird little contraption that I suspected was the breast pump, and a large vinyl bag with her aura. She laid them all out, and said, “Do Thou want Me to…”

“Yes, please,” the white pony interrupted softly, and I watched as Luna hooked the device up to the white pony’s nipples and started to work a small vacuum pump device on each nipple, leading to an attached bottle. The white pony whispered breathlessly, “Luna, don’t play with them right now, just...get me clear so I can do something about this,” and the white pony opened up the bag to reveal a new diaper, a pad, and powder.

It was like watching a NASCAR pit crew. I was off the ground in her aura in a second, the wet and sodden diaper off in mid-air and into a trash can, then I was laid down on the pad. She used the pad to dry me off, checking to make sure I wasn’t wet in any squirmy places. The white pony carefully flipped me over, put power on my body, then back around to put powder on my front. Once that was done, the white pony pulled out a new diaper, played with my bellybutton a bit, teased me with a stuffed teddy bear, and slipped the new diaper on.

Once secured, the white pony blew a great big raspberry on my belly, making me break out in laughter, and she cuddled up with me in her front hooves, carefully leaving her legs open so that Luna could still work the breast pump. The white pony cuddled me up against her chest, so close I could feel and hear her heart beating. Somehow, I had managed to gain a small fuzzy stuffed bear and had that clutched in my hooves for dear life. “How much, Luna?” the white pony asked.

“Eight bottles, dear sister,” Luna replied. “All in the fridge. Thou spell?”

“Not yet,” the white pony replied. “The hormonal changes will also make me smell more appealing to the foal, which he needs now.”

“Then,” Luna said, and her horn flared and she gasped. Did she cast the same spell on herself, I thought. “Sister, did You think I would leave you alone in this?”

“You disagreed with me,” the white pony said, slightly confused.

“Only in what Thou wanted to do with the foal,” Luna said, then she cuddled up with me and the white pony. Between the two of them, I think I was happier than I ever was as a human being. “Thou foal is kind of cute, is he not?”

“Yes, he is,” the white pony replied. “He will need a name.”

“White fur, gold mane, eyes as blue as the dawn sky,” Luna said, and I could see her eyes. They were no longer the blue-green that I had seen earlier, but somehow molten gold… “Apollo?”

The white pony thought about this, and said, “No...almost, but no.” And, I could see her eyes...molten gold now, as well. “He is a bringer of light into our lives. And, of joy. I name you...Lucifer. The morning star, the last star before I rise, and one that I think will be dear to our hearts.”

My heart froze in horror. Was I to be the rebel, the fallen angel to these two Goddesses? I had the name that was not something to be kept by the Judeo-Christian tradition...but, they found the name for me, right there and then.

The horror left, as I could feel my eyes start to droop. I was hungry, watered, clean...and felt so very tired… “Oh no,” the white pony said, “I think Lucifer Morningstar needs some sleep.

Luna found a blanket. “I will tell Court that You are unavailable today, and that if they have a problem, they can take it up with Me. And Lucifer will only have good dreams this day and night.”

Luna draped the blanket over the white pony’s shoulders and sighed. “Celestia, I have wondered what Thou would like with foal, for over a thousand years. You are content.”

“Very,” the white pony...Celestia, right...whispered. As Luna left, Celestia nuzzled me with her nose and started to sing, softly to me.

Hush now, quiet now

It's time to lay your sleepy head

Hush now, quiet now

It's time to go to bed

I don’t know how long I had been here. Or why I was here. Or, more details...but, the warmth that I felt, the body that was so close to me...worry faded away like the pain that I felt.

Driftin' off to sleep

Exciting day behind you

Driftin' off to sleep

Let the joy of dream land find you

Celestia truly did have a beautiful singing voice. I missed having somebody sing me to sleep.

Hush now, quiet now

It's time to lay your sleepy head

Hush now, quiet now

It's time to go to bed

I could feel the last bits of awareness floating away...but, for now, I knew what I was.

Happy.

I would hold onto this feeling with all my might.