'Who wants to join this shit show now?' I thought loudly in my mind, raising an eyebrow while the two horses in front of me waved their gaze off of me, freeing me from the torment of looking cute. I really hoped that not another pony would show up, being adopted by a seemingly single woman was perhaps the best scenario for me to be in as that meant fewer people to act normal around. The ponies would least likely be catching anything unusual, the more of these animals knew of me meant that the situation became spicier by the beast. Of course, having built a persona with a lot of these horses believing me to be nothing but a normal colt was also an excellent way to survive, necessary even given that these creatures seemed to be herd animals, not a bunch of lone wolfs.

"Are you expecting somepony?" The Pegasus asked with a confused and slightly concerned look on her weird face, probably worrying about having to share me. Wait!?

'Some-PONY? Oh dear fucking god you can't be serious.' The very thought about having not only to hear but also to use such a butchered version of a once universal word was pure pain, especially given that there are more creatures than Ponies. Oh, right, racists.

Should I adapt your speech and translate it into a more pony-like way of talking? The Game asked, he who was my one, only and true friend in this hellhole with far too vibrant colors.

'Oh yes, you're my lifesaver, pal. If I were to talk like a candy corn animal like that for the following years I'd probably hang myself with my vocal cords that I previously ripped out with a rusty fork.' I replied with a sigh of pure relief escaping me, and the very fact that that was my answer was a clear indication that my vocabulary was not fit for this world. 'I want to sound like a super nice guy, one that everyone likes and never talks too much shit, cut the ways of talking, swear, and things that might seem out of place. I want to be the person least expected to secretively be a candidate for this words SCP foundation.' I did not care if I would sound like the most prominent do-gooder this world has ever seen, nor am I interested in the way these animals see me, once I am strong enough I'll abandon those beasts once and for all.

Affirmative, execute 'A real nice guy' protocol. Oh, dear fucking god, please tell me he isn't meaning what I am thinking right now...

"No, I'm not awaiting anypony-" Urgh! "-I don't think so at the very least." Said Gentle as she held her right hoof to her chin, her face wrapped in confusion and excessive thinking.

Summer shrugged with her- withers, I guess? -before walking towards the door, her steps barely perceivable as if she was a cat, elegant and light. Gentle looked after the Pegasus, I assume she was thinking of following or staying. In the end, she, a few seconds later, levitated me on top of her back before following the oversized chicken.

The new position that was not obstructed by feathers allowed me to see more of the outer world, not even mentioning just how fluffy these equine backs were, nearly swallowing me in their puffy glory. The apartment of Gentle was huge, at least, by human world standards, I could make out various rooms, counting about six in number and fully furnished by what seemed to be custom made wooden furniture. Several shelves housing books and photos decorated the walls, a couple of carpets covered the wooden floor a the even the ceiling was not left alone with those crystals hanging from the ceiling by golden threads. If It didn't know any better, I'd think I landed in the living space of a high-income citizen. In other words, she must be loaded!

The Horse, Gentle Touch, slowly walked towards the door and was unable to keep up with her friend, not that I mind as the sightseeing tour of my new home was filling me with amazement and made me wonder what the rest of this world was like. A world that was not a rotting dump, at least, from the few bits I've seen so far. But alas, not everything lasted forever, as the moment my personal means of transportation reached the door, Summer breeze opened the wooden gate.

Warning: A high-level entity who is neutral to hostile towards you is close by. Consider retreat or attempt not to anger entity by all means.

My heart nearly jumped out of my furred chest upon hearing the warning bells go off in my head. The Game's warped voice that rose and sunk in quick succession like an alarm summoned a slight headache while filling me with fear and anxiety. This sensation of highly concentrated fright and adrenalin washing over me in several waves nearly caused me to fall from my high horse. heh. Only in the last moment was I able to catch myself in the last second by clamping all of my limbs tightly against Gentle's back. My form shivered greatly as if it was a hair's width away from death.

"Excuse me, does a certain 'Gentle Touch' live here?" asked a smooth male voice coming from the direction of the doorframe. His British accent was only barely perceivable, but it was still there.

"That would be me, may I ask who you are and why you are here?" asked Gentle Touch with her recognizably soft voice even when filled with skepticism. She apparently did not expect guests, and the Pony in front of her was not someone she knew, that was not a good sign.

Before I could sink any further into my worries, I was levitated off of Gentle's back and into her hooves, taking me into a tight hug. It was only then that I realized that I, myself, was not scared, but rather my form was what shivering in fear from the sudden voice and energy that sharply washed over me. Even now, this insidious sensation was weakly radiating from all directions. I don't know if the Pony put some sort of debuff on me, or if this was my newly acquired body acting out, but I needed to get this insanity under control.

A quiet clicking noise snapped me, or rather my equine body, out of its stasis and forcefully looked towards the origin of the sound and finally allowing me to see this danger with my own eyes. Gentle Touch seemingly did the same as her grasp around me tightened ever so slightly. A golden circular medal with a large sun sigil made out of crystal was embedded into the soft metal, giving the jewel an even shinier color tone inside of what seemed to be an iron case. My eyes then wandered to the Pony that was holding the apparent form of identification. A unicorn that was nearly two head taller than 'my mother' with a short cut light azure coat and a neatly combed white mane, through which an equally pristine horn poked out, looked at me with great curiosity with his brown eyes.

"I am Agent Mist Path. I was sent here by the crown to investigate the situation involving a certain foal yesterday. However, when I arrived, I was informed that you had already relocated the little one, which greatly delayed my arrival. My apologies." His voice was so smooth and polite that it made me worry about how one could even be able to speak this way, not even mentioning the fact that he was able to talk without moving a muscle, yet his smile remained entirely still during his speech. That was never something good, I meet enough lone sharks in my days to know if somethings off. With his introduction finished, he put the identification metal into some sort of saddleback that was strapped onto his back with large pockets on both sides of his barrel. A sun symbol could bee seen on either side of the bag, making me wonder what their obsession with the flaming star was, hopefully, not in any way similar to that of the Aztec.

"And you want to do what exactly?" Asked Summer Breeze standing on the other side of Gentle Touch with a raised eyebrow and a confused tone as she pointed one of her wings forwards in a questioning motion. Although her positioning seemed to be somewhat goofy, it was evident that she did take on a defensive stance even if she was unaware of that.

"Miss-"

"-Summer Breeze." added the Pegasus quickly.

"Miss Summer Breeze, I can assure you that I have no ill intentions, but it is important to check upon the colt given his unique situation and state he most likely is currently in." Explained Mist with his smile finally fading and speaking with a severe tone.

'Game, please tell me he isn't able to find out our secret?' I asked worryingly while remaining while continuing to hold my curious appearance towards the possible member of the Pony CIA.

Negative. Aether is the purest form of energy, the only way to expose our disguise would be someone thoroughly skilled in the manipulation of Aether. The chances of being discovered by any being on this world, even if they were aware that there was an Aether entity residing inside of you is so low that worry should not be wasted. The energy instead used not to reveal ourselves. The Game explained to me with a light hint of reassurance, and as little as it was, it greatly reduced my worry and giving me the power to slowly calm down.

"Sir, I know that his cond-" Gentle Touch started, though was abruptly cut off.

"Miss, I am well aware of what his physical condition is as I have already reviewed the footage of the memory shards set in place of the clinic, and I can agree that his state has mysteriously improved greatly." Mist spoke with a slightly raised tone as he lifted one hoof of the floor. His look has not wavered from at all as if he was trying to see something. "Still, as impressive, unnatural even, as that feat is, that was not my reason for coming here, though they might be connected. Would you mind putting him on a table and letting me enter? The sooner this observation has been completed, the earlier all of us can resume their normal daily activities."

"Ehm..." Gentle Touch gulped silently as she looked down at me, to which I reiterated by doing the same towards her. "Sure." She did not sound reassuring or confident in the slightest, and her slow and uneven walk towards a close-by table located in what I assumed to be the living room was unnerving, like having to wait in the doctor's office for results. I could hear the door close and two sets of hooves following behind Gentle Touch, once they stopped closely behind her, she finally let me down onto the wooden platform and gave me an uncertain smile. "Don't worry, he won't do anything to you like the meany doctor."

"Depending on the condition of the foal, Doctor Goodwill will be questioned too, though that is just mandatory." Said Mist as he slowly walked past my adopted mother and put his saddlebag on the ground. To my surprise, his belongings emitted a heavy thump upon impact, making me wonder if he carried around dumbells.

"His name is Star Touch." Added Summer Breeze as she finally joined the quartet of horses.

"That certainly is an interesting choice for a name, though I can guess how you came up with that, miss." He spoke as he rummaged through his bag, sinking everything down to his stomach into the back. My eyes nearly widened, though the Game kept me in check as a normal foal would in no way begin to question the laws of space. "Ah, there it is!" He called out as he retracted his form out of the far too small room and levitated in his white magic, a ring with a single blue gem.

'What is that?' I wondered with a mentally raised eyebrow. 'He's not going to propose to me, is he?'

The object in question is radiating magic, making it at the very least a level 25 item of rare quality. Observation is advised.

The moment the Game answered, my two mares decided to join in and ask what the Ring was, swaying the attention away from me and onto the Stallion, thus allowing me to [Observe] both the Ring and the one holding it.

Agent Mist Path
This Pony's level and power is far too great to be observed, and contact should be avoided until you reached a higher level or gained a higher reputation with this individual

Magic Ring
You don't know what this Ring does yet, and its level is too high to be observed. Be cautious, it may hold a foul enchantment.

I did not expect to not gain a single level Observing too high-level targets, especially when one of them is a high leveled agent, and the other is a magic item.

You Observation level is far too low. Although Observing the Pigeon, even when it gave you little information, your level was still high enough to gain sufficient knowledge. The Game evaluated, this time not even making me angry for not explaining it to me, but rather letting me learn from experience... Aww, I thought I would gain an intelligence point.

"What's that?" The Pegasus asked and taking the thoughts out of my mind.

"It kind of looks like an inhibitor ring, but something is strange about it." Gentle Touch spoke with a slow and low tone as she loudly mumbled to herself while inspecting the Ring for herself.

"That is partially correct, miss Gentle Touch. This is an evaluation ring, and although it too does block the use of magic from the horn, its main purpose is to weigh the mana reserves and output of a young unicorn." He explained while levitating the Ring in front of all of us, allowing us to inspect its unknown glory.

Knowledge acquired on an object previously known as "Magic Ring."

"Now, this may twinge a little bit, but I'm sure you'll survive small one." Once he spoke his sentence, he reluctantly lined up the Ring over my horn and pushed it down to the base.

Horn-based magic use has been restricted. Find the origins and deactivate it to retrieve the ability to channel mana through your horn.

The message practically exploded in my face, covering up my whole vision for two seconds, and once gone, an infernal itching traveled up and down my horn while concentrating the most negative feelings there where the Ring was placed. I attempted not to do act out, but I could not help it and attempt to push the energy that was cut off out and destroy the blockade. It wasn't like being unable to burp, sneeze, or even urinate, but more like a lighter version of suffocation in a way.

"Fascinating..."

Shit!

"Is something not alright?" Gentle asked worryingly as she took a step closer to me in an attempt to spot anything that might be wrong with me, well, more than usual.

"Normally foals don't even notice that their magic has been cut off and instead are irritated by the weight of the measuring device. Though he is apparently able to perceive it. I wonder why-" His words cut off like a soft bar of butter that was hit by a one thousand degree hot katana.

"What?! What is wrong, is he not well?" Gentle's voice quivered with worry and fear as she looked at me with wide eyes, while Summer Breeze was sweating furiously and bitting at her hooves with such speed that dozens of tiny bit of keratin were flying everywhere.

"That... those results are astounding..." He half-whispered while staring at the Ring with a blank look on his face, causing both horses to stop their buffoonery. "This colts magical power is nearly five times higher than that of a four-year-old. This explains Swift Wave's sudden death." Mist jumbled the last part.

...

'Game? Did we-'

The death of the entity known as Swift Wave was caused entirely by our actions. Do you wish me to further elaborate?

'I... I am... I don't know what to say. I mean, I really don't care about them, but to kill them, anything that can talk is quiet extreme...' I answered as I felt dread slowly spread like a virus through my abdomen and ever so unpleasantly slowly corrode its way into my chest.

Our current body would've died after six months of developing after not only not receiving enough nutrients and energy but also because of the unhealthy diet of the mother. The entity Swift Wave was suffering from more than five diseases for extended periods, two of them being deadly. If we had not intervened, then her death would have been slow and excruciating. My actions have, at the very least, numbed her pain during our birth by releasing a low output of energy to kill off any sensors and artificially flooding her system with endorphins.

His words, although they relieved me, made me not feel less any morbid about my choices. Although the Game tells me to have done the right thing, and [GAMER's Mind] is agreeing that that was the best course of action, I felt a bit empty inside now.

"How is that possible? How does that have anything to do with the mother's death? What does it mean for my Star Touch?" Gentle Touch fired off three seconds in less than three seconds, pulling the poor agent out of his shocked state.

"Wah? Oh right, my apologies, I -or Equestria for that matter -has not seen a foal born with such a high level in over twenty years. With such talents, he is easily qualified to visit Celestia's school for gifted Unicorns once he reaches a certain age..." Mist's voice was filled with amazement as he pulled off the Ring off of me and took a much closer look at the now orange glowing Ring. He didn't even acknowledge Gentle's first question, passively or actively, was up for debate. His praise or the swift jump of topics to facts made it only ever so clear that he did not wish to further elaborate.

Horn-based magic casting is now aavailable again.

"Isn't that where all those posh noble foals go?" Summer Breeze asked with little enthusiasm in her voice as she tilted her head to the left, giving the agent bored look. Did everyone just forget that he was just talking about someone's death?

"Eh, although that would not be my choice of words, yes, that is where the most powerful nobles send their offspring to be educated. It would also be the first time since, well, ever, that a foal would be able to learn there who is not from any lineage." Said Mist as he scratched his head with his hoof, his previous professionalism had been seemingly washed away by the mind-blowing relaxation. His form was ever so slightly shaking if it was by anticipation or worry was unknown, though it did seem to have at least some high importance to him.

Being a well known and beloved public figure would allow for one of the best ways to hide within open sight. It's advisable to get in good graces of powerful beings for the time being as it would decrease the shock from seeing a unicorn having suddenly gained beyond average levels of power.

'I don't like that one bit, but it's too late for that now. Damn, I just wanted to be a nobody and having to go to school again? Urgh, just kill me now...' I thought with dark thoughts as my mood slowly entered Shitland.

Learning becomes near obsolete as I can record any pieces of information, text, and even speeches you hear or see, allowing you to review them at any point of time. The Game said, lessening my hatred for the future and replacing it with the joyful thoughts of having gained perhaps the best kind of sidekick.

"Really?" Gentle Touch said as she slowly walked toward me and putting one of her soft hooves against me back, comforting me for being 'such a big boy.' "My little colt, could be there one day?" Gentle Touch asked carefully. What the hell is so special to go to that school, and who is Celestia?

"It is simply what I am assuming based on the results, but it would be quiet a shock if his talents were to go to waste by becoming a baker or sculptor." Mist said as he put the Ring back into the bag and lifted a barely visible glass orb, its surface shifting slightly as if it was trying to match its surroundings. Was the object alive?

"Why did you pull out a crystal ball? Are you a fortune-teller? Uh-uh, tell me about my future!" Summer exclaimed as she jumped around energetically, completely obsolete of her surroundings.

"Eh-no." Mist quickly murdered her hopes and dreams of learning when her shining stead would come with a single word, or whatever goes through their heads. "This orb's purpose is to become invisible for the eye and only detectable with magic once it has been powered. After seeing that little Star Touch has such great percipience up close, then seeing how well he can sense magic from further away might be important to measure now aswell."

"Are you not expecting a little too much of him? He's just two days old, and this seems like a lot of stress for him." Gentle said with concern as she began to rub my back. If she ever decides to quit being a nurse, then becoming a masseuse would make her a rich horse.

"Yes and no. Normally a foal is only tested with one of these tools, most of the time simply having their magic evaluated, though sometimes when a foal is born with special skills, equally unique tools are needed. These tests are not very hard as they don't really require the foal doing much, and the little strain is a little pay off for having their abilities discovered." Mist said with closed eyes while his aura slowly began to intensify, making the actual orb disappear, but his magic grip radiate.

Normal ponies are not able to see magic, and even our body is not able to perceive the color spectacle, but I am able to receipt the magic which's user did not attempt to conceal. And thus, another point of my bottomless bucket list of questions for the Game was answered.

"Good, now, little one, follow the magic with your eyes." Said Mist, though what he most likely wanted me to do was to follow the signature and simple motioning with my snout where I felt the magic, like a hearing test, so to say.

Without much hassle, I followed the orb, each time I did so correctly, in other words, always, the male horse would praise me and take one step back. I don't know how far Mist believed me to be able to do 'see' the orb, but given that the Game was able to locate Gentle Touch from one hundred meters away, then I'd think that he'd soon fall out of the window. Finally, after having reached the other side of the apartment and being about thirty meters away and having gone so far and distancing himself from the ball to be able to see if I was still doing it right, he stopped his test. Mist let the ball reappear shortly after before he walked back and put the object into his bag without saying a word. Though once he was back, he said one thing. "You are really something special, aren't you?" I could not make out if that was another praise or something more profound, though I just took the former to further boost my ego.

"Well, it seems like I am unable to fulfill this test to its fullest, but the results are incredible, to say the least. There is one more experiment I wish to do before taking my leave, though I have to warn you: Although this test may seem dangerous, it is one hundred percent safe." Two audible Gulps, one from behind and the other from Summer, rang through the little home, making me wonder just how much more absurd this world will become.

Mist suddenly turned around with high speed, his aura gripping something round with so much energy that it hid the object. My eyes, as vast as they were, managed to widen even further. Out of instinct, I tried to lift my arms to protect my face, but my hooves did not respond and froze stiff from fear. My physical form was still that of an infant, a squishy, bony, and nearly dead bouncy ball. Yet I still felt something in me reaching out. It was like a liquid or was it gas, I could not tell, but it was alive in a sense, idly and tranquility did it slumber until now so much so that I never perceived it, but once it heard my distress, it finally awoke and heed my call. My body ever so slightly relaxed and allowed my mind to work. The world seemingly slowed down to a thousandth as I watched the ball, the objects which my eyes were unyieldingly fixated to and guarding it without rest or blink, closed in as the gleaming in Mist's eyes grew as if he knew I could do it.

I paid him no mind as I reached inside of me with my mind, and out of the serene lake inside of me, aligned with my mind, I pictured a hand grasping forward, taking the ball within my grasp. The second my etherial claw made contact with them with arcane power charged object, I felt a struggle as if two forces clashed against one another like those of magnetism or fluids. However, mine was superior, overwhelming the native power and pulverizing it and released it after destroying the spell construct. My pupils widened as I tasted magic for the first time, a rush unlike all physical pleasures I have ever experienced: power, adrenalin, joy, happiness, and control overwhelmed me as I could feel the ball from every angle. Weight, texture, material, temperature, and in a sense, even smell and taste it. The projectile that fascinated me and laid me into a zen-like state gradually slowed down before stopping mere inches away from my face, afloat gently in my grey aura. Although I had not taken the object in with my mortal eyes, I knew full well what it was, but eye contact was what ensured me the perception of my magic. It was a simple softball, though it felt heavy in my magic.

"Before you become angered with my methods, Miss Gentle, I would like to point out that if the ball had come any closer to your son, then it would've simply bounced off due to its enchantments." Mist spoke, making the pressure of my 'mother's' hoof increase against my back with every word he spoke, making me wonder just how hard he pissed off the mama bear inside of the horse. Mist Path then quickly pulled the ball out of my magic grasp, showcasing the apparent gap in power as it delivered not even a millisecond of resistance, and dropping it off over his raised hoof. Still, the ball continued to float, he went even as far and pressed both of his hooves from left and right against the magic magnetic field, but it wouldn't budge. "See? now harm would've been done, and these tests sadly need to be played out as if they were a real scenario."

"Is that everything?" Gentle asked begrudgingly as she pulled me closer to the table edge and against her fluffy form. In a sense, I could understand her why she was so angry, had anyone done anything to my sister at that age, then he would've not left unscratched, but this was different. I was not hurt, hell, I wasn't even crying or screaming or even shaking, partly due to my form and my spirit still being trapped in this state of ecstasy. I might not like the method that guy used or how shady he acts, but if he can do more tests to let me get stronger, then he can become my godfather for all I care about.

"Yes, though, you'll likely have to visit the castle and talk with one of the magicians present to receive official documents on your son's capabilities, as well as an inhibitor ring to ensure that nothing will happen should he go through a magic surge. Expect a summoning letter in the following days." Mist said as he closed his saddlebags and put them on his back one again and walking away, though he did stop once to wish both mares a good day, not receiving any words in return, before closing the door and being gone.

Everyone stayed silent even though the troublemaker had already left, making me wonder how long I'd be trapped in this of sound devoided place, though my prayers were heard as the Game finally talked with me again.

Through the special action of levitating an object on your own for the first time, you've created the skill [Levitation].

Levitation - Level 1
This spell allows the user to move an object with the power of their mind. The spell itself has no limits and is completely dependent on the power of the caster.
* Maximum weight: 2.5kg (Int * 100g)
*Cost: 1 mana per 10g per minute
*Maximum Range between caster and object: 1m

I cannot fathom what went over me, or perhaps I could, but the joy of seeing a new skill and possibly becoming more than a simple delivery guy one day was enough for me to do something out of the ordinary. I lifted my left hoof and waved slowly and wearily at the door as a scramble of squeaks and blurps escaped my muscle, all sounding all too happy.

"You really are one bundle of joy, aren't you?" Gentle Touch sighed and shook her head as her muzzle lowered itself into my short mane, nuzzling it. I did not know much about these aliens and their ways of raising their offspring, or any newborn for that matter, but they were incredibly touchy.

She is marking you with her scent to ensure that other ponies will know that you belong to her. This behavior should lessen once all the smell of the previous mother has left and or been overshadowed.

And now I want to change my skin...

"Ehm, Gentle?"

"Yes?"

"I, ehm, I don't mind if that is how you want to raise him, but don't you think it would be good for him to wear a diaper before he makes a mess?" The Pegasus asked with uncertainty in her voice and a slight twitching in her wing as she noticed my energetic attitude. Her words were enough to let dread and horror form a pit of terror in my stomach, and the sight of Gentle having an epiphany was not soothing this darkness.

A gasp escaped Gentle's muzzle as she slapped both of her hooves against the sides of her face with a look of shock. Just how comedic where these animals attempting to be? "You're right, I can't waste time. Summer, please entertain Star while I get the search going." Gentle did not even give Summer a moment to respond before galloping away, her half-swollen stomach bouncing with her movement and nearly causing her to stumble.

Once Gentle was gone, the Pegasus and I made eye contact. I carefully looked at her of emotions devoided face. At the same time, she gazed into my damned soul, before a primordial roar, also known as a squeaking screech, escaped her powerful throat and lunged forward, embracing me in a soft, cuddly death grip.

'Game, get me out of here! I don't want any more cuddles, no more hugs and no diapers on my butt!' I screamed in my skull at full volume as I felt Summer's muzzle bury itself into my back, and her strangely dexterous lips assault my hide.

My advice: Just let it happen...

'Screw you, you damn son of a-'

'-Bitch' I grumbled angrily as I felt my back legs being lifted by a- in comparison to my magic -powerful aura that wrapped itself softly against my lower form. I shuddered slightly as I felt the somewhat cold powder sprinkled in my underdeveloped private area, the sight of what seemed to be a sheath hiding my penis lessened my fear of this nudist world only by a slither.

"He sure is calm." Summer Breeze commented as she idly looked over Gentle's shoulder. If what she was doing could be considered perversion or pedophilia or something absolutely normal in this world, I did not know.

"I know, he's really well behaving for a colt so young..." Gentle's voice slowly drifted away into silence as she looked over her works, apparently satisfied as she put the powder, along with the other complementaries, into a nearby drawer under the changing table in her bathroom. "I was anxious that the doctor traumatized him, given how timid and silent he was, but now I believe he just even more of a miracle foal."

"Yeah, I can believe that," Summer added as she grabbed a diaper from under her and handed it to Gentle with her teeth. "Though it makes me wonder, why was the Mist fellow so amazed by Star? Sure, if I could fly four times faster than anyone else that I'd sure be something exceptional, but he seemed to nearly explode from joy." Her voice sounded confused, seemingly surprised at how much praise the stranger gave me.

Gentle slid the diaper under my lower form and began to slowly wrap it around my waist while talking to Summer. "Breeze, what Star did today was beyond amazing. Most Foals learn Levitation at the age of six, most adults can't even cast it for more than just mundane tasks like carrying a basket or opening a door, but stopping a projectile? The only ponies I know who learn that are in the guard. Most unicorns can't even cast spells outside of their cutie mark, a majority can't even learn more than three spells in their whole life." Gentle spoke with amazement and proudness in her voice as she finished preparing the portable cloth toilet and binding it to my butt.

"Wow, I didn't know that magic was so hard to do. Didn't that one book from the schooldays say that any unicorn can cast any spell?" Summer suddenly asked as she titled her face.

"Really? From all the things you picked up from all those years of education, you remember that?" Gentle questioned with a raised eyebrow as she turned away from her work and me, and onto the Pegasus's face. "In theory, yes, but most unicorns simply don't possess the needed mana reserves and or output to cast them without hurting themselves."

"Hey, you know that not much can get through my thick skull. Besides, that was one heavy book that hit me in the face." Summer muttered as she scrapped the floor with her hoof, making Gentle giggle.

Star Touch, I'd like to inform you that although I suppressed the desire of relief, this form has reached its waste capacity limits and will now have to lose unnecessary weight. The Game spoke politely and avoided any words that may sound rash or strong.

'Do not use that name when speaking directly with me, ok? I will never be that illusion. Also, to answer your question, yes. Taking a shit now would mean I wouldn't have to crawl with it around later.'

Gentle's muzzle suddenly scrunched up as she smelled the stinking scent coming from my diaper, luckily my embarrassment, as muffled as it already was due to my status as the Game's host, had reached its limit. Though, I was surprised that instead of annoyance, I found relief in her face. "Phew, you were right summer, that was a close one."

Sigh...

Not much followed after this newly achieved low in my life, a new diaper was forced upon me, and Summer bid her goodbyes after spending a few more hours with my adoptive mother, mostly talking about things I had no idea what they were. Even the Game had no idea what they were talking about, but then again, how were either of us supposed to understand aliens? Those two, at least if they were no oddities, also made it quite clear that these animals were damn touchy and used every opportunity for skin contact made evident by the constant hugging of everything and everyone. The flaw [Outcast] now made so much more sense, but for me to not end up like that was more of a perk than it was anything remotely negative.

Shortly later, Gentle brought me to her bedroom, choosing that it was best if I were to remain on her side for the foreseeable future if it was out of loneliness or just a cultural thing, I did not know. Her form laid down on her side as she shyly presented her udders having already gained in volume. The process of feeding was becoming ever so slightly easier for me as my body grew to enjoy it more and more like an addiction, allowing me not to have a mental breakdown. With only little struggle on my side, I wrapped my lips against her meaty pink udders and felt the silky smooth liquid rush down my throat and fill my belly.

Sadly I was not able to view the night sky tonight as my feeble form used up the few scraps of energy I had left when I sucked out the last drops of available milk from Gentle, who was slowly brought to the realm of slumber midway through the feeding. How long would I have to do this? I don't know, but if I had a guess, then I'd say it would be years before I would reach maturity and be able to gain some control over my life instead of being handed- hooved? -around like a baby. Whatever horrors I will go through in the future, they are all worth it, I just need to keep telling me that, and I'll succeed.

Author's Note

For anyone wondering why the ability to see Unicorn magic is not an ability is because it is not one of John's/Star Touch's skills, but rather a function of the Game. One day he might be able to gain the power himself, though nothing is guaranteed.

I would also like to point out that the mentioning of breastfeeding, diapers, and other baby-related stuff is only used as the protagonist is in the form of a newborn. Should I give more direct descriptions of certain events, please be aware that I am not doing this to spread this particular fetish, not that I am going to judge anyone for their sexual life or interests.