Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Twilight Sparkle wasn't understanding anything of what was currently going on.

First of all, when she had woken up, after she had been changed out of her nightly pull-up, she had been told to not go to the kitchen to have breakfast, as something important was going to happen to her soon. Twilight had resisted to the temptation and asked nothing about it, because she was a good filly and that's how good fillies did.

Then, when she had went back to her room to play, her mommy had stopped her and told her in a serious voice that she had to get going somewhere else. Twilight pouted but didn't do anything else, because she was a good filly and that's how good fillies did it.

Twilight and mommy walked and walked and walked, until they reached a big white house with fancy stone decorations and a red cross standing  just above the door. Twilight started to shiver and quake, remembering the same symbol inside a doctor's cutie mark, but she said nothing because she was a good filly and that's how good fillies did it.

The inside of the place was huge, shiny and full of all kind of ponies trotting and walking around the place without any apparent goal. Mommy stopped in front of a desk, where a nice mare was busy scribbling stuffs, just before speaking and pointing to the floor up the stairs. Mommy brought Twilight up the stairs, just a scary but familiar smell arrived to Twilight's cute little nose. Twilight started to sweat and quake and shiver more, but she said nothing because she was a good filly and that's how good fillies did it.

Mommy brought Twilight to a room with red chairs and some pretty pictures of foests and rivers, and where some ponies were sitting in wait for something. Twilight recognized the place, and she whispered to her mommy to bring her back home, but not too loud, because she was a good filly and that's how good fillies did it.

The clock ticked and ticked, doctors and not-quite-doctors passing by, bringing in ponies unhurt and bringing them out covered in patches, bandages with blood and stiches, which meant they were hurt. Twilight quakes were even stronger, her little heart started to beat quite fast and she had a little accident on the spot, but she only whispered her wish to go home because she was a good filly and that's how good fillies did it.

Then a big and scary stallion called Twilight's name. Twilight remained on the chair still, but, when mommy pushed her, she obeyed and walked behind the stallion, as her hearth beat even faster, her sweat left a trail where she walked, her tears kept in at her best, and the accident in her pull-up growing bigger as she walked. But she only whined lightly, because she was a good filly and that's how good fillies did it.

The stallion brought her to a completely white room, where a big round lamp with three smaller lamps inside hung over a black bed, not unlike a doctor's place one. Three ponies, all wearing muzzle-covering masks, light green bonnets over their manes and white coats stood by the table. A shiny grey tray was next to one of the ponies. The stallion then put Twilight onto the table and, quickly, the ponies went around the table. Twilight looked behind her, and saw one of them holding a big syringe, a really, really big one, and moving it to her tushy. Twilight exploded, as she started to cry, tears gushing out of her eyes, as her poop ended up in the pull-up along with the wee-wee, calling for her mommy or her big brother to come and bring her way. The ponies suddenly jumped onto her, blocking her, telling her off, just as the syringe entered in Twilight's butt. The pain made Twilight cry more loudly and try to get free, shouting why they were doing that to her and asking to leave her alone at alternate times. But they ponies didn't do that, and instead, they took a knife-like thingie, and started to cut.

Twilight's mind crumbled, as she just shrieked loudly, her accident getting big enough to leak on the bed, and the ponies telling her off once more.

Twilight started to think that she wasn't such a good filly. after all, if she had been good, why would mommy bring her in a place where she was hurt by strangers?

Twilight started to slow down her cries to sob of anguish and pain instead.

She was going to be good. No, she was going the best… to never go back in that place of pain. To never disappoint mommy ever again.