Just Mommy (Anonfilly)


                                            >be you

                                            >filly, go by the name of Nonny, formerly Anon

                                            >you used to be a human living an average life

                                            >now you're a cute little filly

                                            >long ass story, you don't have time to go into it right now

                                            >no, right now you've got bigger fish to fry

                                            >you look at your hooves

                                            >you're not even sure you actually could fry a fish in this body

                                            >your tummy grumbles at the thought of fish

                                            >"tummy?" you think

                                            >no

                                            >you bang your head deliberately against the wooden floor of the box

                                            >no

                                            >it's called a stomach

                                            >gut

                                            >crap factory

                                            >you haven't said "tummy" since you were a little kid

                                            >Jesus, you're even starting to think like a little filly now

                                            >your legs are cramping

                                            >you scramble around to try to find a better position

                                            >but there's barely enough room to move in here

                                            >the roof of the box is just low enough that you can't stand up

                                            >the walls of the box are just tight enough that you can't spread your legs out

                                            >so you're stuck in a permanent crouching position that is extremely uncomfortable in this dumb horse body

                                            >not that you'd be any more comfortable in your old body, you think

                                            >your mane is damp with perspiration

                                            >your entire body is sweating

                                            >you try to swish your tail around but that barely works in here either

                                            >Jesus, it's so hot

                                            >and the stench of your own body odor is disgusting to breathe

                                            >you yell in frustration and kick your hooves feebly against the wooden walls

                                            >you bang your head against the wooden roof

                                            >all it does is make you tired and out of breath

                                            >you know that nopony can hear you

                                            >noBODY can hear you

                                            >you bang your head again

                                            >you're not a filly

                                            >stop talking like one

                                            >you know that noBODY can hear you out there

                                            >Purple put some kind of enchantment on the box

                                            >you can scream as loud as you want in here, you can't be heard from the outside

                                            >you start to hyperventilate again

                                            >Jesus, get control of yourself

                                            >you don't want to go through that hell again

                                            >calm down

                                            >whatever else happens, you won't run out of air

                                            >so relax

                                            >that's part of Purple's spell, too

                                            >the air is stifling

                                            >hot

                                            >it smells like filly B.O.

                                            >but you'll never run out of it

                                            >Purple made sure of that

                                            >you'll always have just enough air in here to breathe

                                            >so relax

                                            >you manage to calm yourself down and avert another panic attack

                                            >as you concentrate on slowing down your breathing, you hear a knocking on a door outside

                                            >hoofsteps are slowly approaching from somewhere behind you

                                            >you tense up, hoping against hope that someone is coming to let you out

                                            >maybe Equestrian child protective services finally got wind of what Purple's been up to

                                            >that's probably a bridge too far

                                            >but you'd take anyone at this point

                                            >even Purple

                                            >anything to get out of this horrible, horrible box

                                            >but you don't try to make a noise

                                            >you know it's useless

                                            >that's the other part of the spell

                                            >no one can hear you no matter how much noise you make in here

                                            >but you can hear everything outside the box as plain as day

                                            >the knocking continues

                                            >the hoofsteps move past the box and stop, and a moment later you hear the door to the castle creak open

                                            "Oh, hi there you three."

                                            >Purple's voice

                                            >"you three," she said

                                            >it's probably the Crusaders

                                            >your heart lifts

                                            >yeah, you haven't been to school in...

                                            >in...

                                            >you have no idea how long you've been in here

                                            >but it feels like it's been an eternity

                                            >your classmates are bound to come looking for you

                                            "Hi, Twilight."

                                            >you recognize Apple Bloom's voice

                                            "We were wonderin' if Nonny was feelin' any better yet."

                                            "Yeah, she hasn't been at school for two weeks!"

                                            >that sounds like Scootaloo

                                            "We're all getting really worried about her."

                                            >Jesus

                                            >two weeks?

                                            >is that seriously how long she's had you in here?

                                            "Yeah, Nonny's still a little under the weather."

                                            >Purple's voice again

                                            "Listen, girls..."

                                            >Purple clears her throat

                                            >she's got that mock-concern in her voice, the tone you hate

                                            >you can feel your blood boil

                                            >how did this sociopath ever get to be the Princess of Friendship?

                                            >how can they all fall for her act like this?

                                            "There's something I need to tell you about Nonny."

                                            >your heart skips a beat

                                            >oh no

                                            >what is she planning this time

                                            "Well, the thing is," Purple continues, "Nonny is...probably not coming back to school."

                                            >your heart sinks

                                            "Oh no!"

                                            >that's Sweetie Belle

                                            "Is she really that sick?"

                                            >Apple Boom sounds like she's really worried about you

                                            >you can feel tears beginning to well up in your eyes

                                            "Oh, no, no. It's nothing like that, girls, she's actually doing much better now."

                                            >your jaw clenches

                                            >you lying cunt, Purple

                                            "The thing is..."

                                            >Purple sighs heavily

                                            >that mock concern is back in her voice

                                            >you begin to grind your teeth together

                                            "The thing is, Nonny just doesn't like the Ponyville school all that much. She says she doesn't want to go back, so when she recovers she's going to be going off to a private academy in Canterlot."

                                            "WHAT?"

                                            "Oh no!"

                                            >your heart begins to crack in two at the hurt in Scoot's and Sweetie Belle's voices

                                            "How come?"

                                            >Apple Bloom again

                                            "Is there somethin' we did wrong?"

                                            "Yeah," chimes in Scootaloo, "Nonny was a little bit weird sometimes, but everypony liked her. We all tried really hard to help her fit in!"

                                            "Did she really hate our school that much?" asks Sweetie Belle

                                            >Purple sighs

                                            "Listen girls."

                                            >that mock concern in her voice is making your blood boil

                                            "Sometimes, friendships just don't work out. I'm sure you did everything you could for her, but...well...it's like you said. She can be a little weird sometimes. She says--"

                                            >Purple cuts off, like she had started to say something she hadn't meant to say

                                            "What did she say?" asks Scoot.

                                            "Yeah, if there's somethin' we can do to make things better at school for her, just tell us and we'll try our best!" says Apple Bloom

                                            >Purple sighs heavily

                                            "Girls, she said..."

                                            >she sighs again

                                            "She said she hopes she can make better friends at her new school."

                                            >dead silence at that

                                            >it endures horribly

                                            >bitter tears stream down your face

                                            >it isn't fair

                                            >it isn't fucking fair

                                            >why does she do this to you?

                                            >why does she hate you so much?

                                            "Oh."

                                            >the bitterness and pain in that one word uttered by Scootaloo jabs into your chest like a knife

                                            >silence again

                                            "IT ISN'T TRUE!!!"

                                            >you scream it at the top of your lungs

                                            >you know they can't hear you, but you scream it anyway

                                            "I DIDN'T SAY THAT!!!!"

                                            >Purple clears her throat

                                            "I'm sorry girls. Did you want to come upstairs and say goodbye to her at least? She's still a little contagious, but if you kept your distance it would probably be fine."

                                            >there is another uncomfortable pause

                                            "N-no," says Sweetie Belle finally. "We should probably just go. If she's still sick we don't want to bother her."

                                            >you can no longer hold your neck upright

                                            >your head collapses against the wooden floor of the box with a soft thump

                                            "Um, could you just please give her this, though?" says Apple Bloom

                                            >there's a soft rustling of paper

                                            "We all made her this 'get well soon' card. Just give it to her and tell her we're sorry. We hope she does better at her new school."

                                            >you hear the clip-clop of tiny, dejected hooves trotting off down the driveway

                                            >the front door creaks shut

                                            >you can hear Purples hoofsteps echoing against the crystal walls of the big, lonely entrance hall

                                            >something makes a soft whooshing noise

                                            >there's a sizzling and a crackling sound, like burning paper

                                            >she threw your get well card on the fire

                                            >it doesn't surprise you, but it hurts worse than anything else

                                            >the hoofsteps start to echo again, but they stop just as Purple draws near to the little table she keeps the box on

                                            "I know you're probably pretty mad at me right now, Nonny."

                                            >your teeth grind angrily at the sound of her voice

                                            >if you had your old human body you would pounce on her

                                            >punch her stupid unicorn face

                                            >tear her ugly wings off

                                            >but you can't do anything

                                            >even in your weak, little filly body you can't do anything

                                            >the box holds you in place

                                            >cramped, sweating and alone

                                            "You can be mad if you want. But one day, you'll come to see that this was all for the best."

                                            >the hoofsteps take a few more steps, and then pause again

                                            "I still don't think you've learned your lesson yet, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you in there for a few more days. At least until you calm down a little. I can feel your anger, you know."

                                            >she giggles, and it sends a chill up your spine

                                            "It's part of the spell. Isn't it clever? I can read your emotions every time I walk past the box. Pieces of your thoughts, too. What is it you want to do to me? 'Rip my ugly wings off?'"

                                            >she giggles again

                                            "Oh, Nonny. What am I going to do with you?"

                                            >she begins trotting lightly down the hall

                                            "Yes," she says, her voice fading slowly away. "One day, you'll see it's all for the best. You don't need friends like them. You just need me."

                                            "Just Mommy."


                                            ~ Fin ~