The Filly


                                            >Frankly your death was not a very pleasant one.

                                            >Certainly no death is ever a pleasurable one.

                                            >Of course being reborn wasn't very fun either!

                                            >Especially when you retain all of your memories from your past life.

                                            >Being a fully grown man trapped in the body of a newborn foal is a hell in and of itself.

                                            >You were still traumatized by your death and yet, here you are.

                                            >Born a month premature with a strange birth defect.

                                            >It has yet to be explained to you, but you can definitely tell that there is something wrong with you.

                                            >That doesn't stop your new mom and dad from loving you though.

                                            >They are a nice couple.

                                            >They have a nice house, a big family, and they have fucked every day since two days after they brought you home.

                                            >Yeah, they will probably grow old together.

                                            >To be honest, it is pretty nice.

                                            >Sure you are a girl now, but now you have parents again!

                                            >And this time they actually like you!

                                            >"How's my little girl doing?"

                                            >About as well as you can do mom.

                                            >You are lifted up out of the crib and suspended in a magic field.

                                            >"A goo goo blee bloo!"

                                            >Ugh maybe if I look away they will stop.

                                            >"Aww is the widdle baby cranky?"

                                            >Honestly you can only take so much baby talk before. . .

                                            >"I bet she is hungry Sweetheart."

                                            >Good old dad. Always was the more perceptive of your parents.

                                            >You actually are pretty hungry.

                                            >So hungry that you start to cry.

                                            >"See Sweet shes starving! Feed her!"

                                            >"Oh alright Pictus, but I still wanted to play with her."

                                            >Dad moves over to nuzzle mom.

                                            >She still blushes like a schoolgirl.

                                            >"I know Sweetie, but she is still really weak right now and needs all the rest and food she can get. Besides, I'm sure you would rather play with me tonight."

                                            >Mom is still red in the face as she walks over to the bed.

                                            >"Pictus! Not in front of the baby!"

                                            >Dad responds with a deep laugh.

                                            >"Here you go my little princess."

                                            >He drops a lacy hat onto your head.

                                            >"Aww she looks adorable!"

                                            >If you say so.

                                            >Oh it looks like mom has decided that it is time to feed the baby.

                                            >Nice!


                                            >"So what do you think doctor? Is she developing normally?"

                                            >Well here you are. Once again sitting in a pediatricians office.

                                            >For some reason you seem to find yourself here every weekend.

                                            >"Yes, I would say that she is. In fact she seems to be extremely healthy for a premature foal. Especially a defective one."

                                            >Looking up you see your mother getting red in the face and puffing out her chest a little.

                                            >Judging by the look your mom is giving the doctor, he is about to get chewed out.

                                            >"How dare you call my baby defective! Why if I wasn't. . ."

                                            >"It is the proper medical term Mrs. Sweetheart. I meant no offense. Now would you take your daughter back out to the waiting room? We will call her back in when the tests have been prepared."

                                            >Mom looks pretty pissed, but does what is asked of her.

                                            >It is a short walk from the room you are in through a small unremarkable hallway right down to the waiting room.

                                            >The waiting room itself is pretty typical. Lots of chairs, a few things for kids to play with, and a small bookshelf with children's books and magazines for the adults.

                                            >You being born the way you were have become pretty familiar with the whole process.

                                            >"You are not defective! You are perfect just the way you are!"

                                            >The doctor calling you defective didn't really bother you, but poor mom always took it pretty hard.

                                            >Anytime a doctor called you that, she would always start coddling you afterwards.

                                            >As much as you loved her, it did start to feel a bit suffocating after a while.

                                            >Luckily, a familiar face entering the office distracted mom just long enough for you to wiggle out of her grasp.

                                            >Naturally you went straight for the colorful little pegs on the metal bars.

                                            >You never did figure out what those things were called.

                                            >Lucky for you, mom seems to be talking with the new mare while a purple unicorn filly approaches you.

                                            >You stand ready to fight to the death to protect your thingamabob!

                                            >Luckily she knows not to mess with a foal and it's thingamabob.

                                            >She walks right past you and sits in front of the bookshelf.

                                            >Losing interest in her, you look back to your glorious little thingamabob, but before you lay a single hoof on it you feel yourself being lifted into the air by mom.

                                            "Fu. . ."

                                            >You cut your curse before it is completed.

                                            >The pink magic flows all around and you are slowly pulled in.

                                            >Can't let mom know you can already talk!

                                            >"Aww she is adorable!"

                                            >Bitch I know I'm cute!

                                            >You have seen her a few times. You think that she is a neighbor of something.

                                            >Grey coat with purple and white mane and tail.

                                            >"Velvet, do you want to hold her?"

                                            >OH SHIT

                                            >The new mare just snatches you right out of your mom's magic field.

                                            >"Oh look at her! She is as cute as my little Shining was at that age!"

                                            >Mom help!

                                            >"Yeah, she is really something isn't she? Little Twilight has gotten big too."

                                            >Her muzzle is getting dangerously close to your belly.

                                            >She wouldn't!

                                            >It is at this point you have had just about enough of this shit.

                                            >There is only one way to end this before it begins!

                                            >You perform maximum scrunch.

                                            "WAAAAAAAH"

                                            >Open the floodgates! Emergency draining procedure has been activated!

                                            >"Oh come here baby! Mama's here!"

                                            >Engage pneumatic impacting devices!

                                            >"Oh she is kicking you Sweetheart!"

                                            >You suddenly feel the cold hardness of the floor!

                                            >"I guess she just wants to play with those toys Sweetheart."

                                            >FREEDOM!

                                            >"Mrs. Sweetheart the tests are ready."

                                            >FUCK

                                            >All your hard work getting back to the thingamabob. Ruined!

                                            >"I'll see you later tonight Velvet."

                                            >You want to scream as you are picked back up.

                                            >The little purple unicorn just looks at you while you are being picked up and rolls her eyes.

                                            >Oh you don't like her.

                                            >You quickly re enter the room you were in before, but this time a tray of familiar, yet terrifying objects lays on the counter.

                                            >"Now this will only hurt for a second."

                                            "AHHHHHHHHHHH"


                                            >Holy fucking shit, this is disgusting.

                                            >Damn it Dad, get off of your lazy ass and change me!

                                            >Mom is asleep and dad is just sitting on the couch letting you marinade.

                                            >Lazy bastard always makes mom do the dirty deed.

                                            >You intend to change that.

                                            >"Hornet, why don't you go play with mommy?"

                                            >He quickly buries his head in the newspaper that he is reading in a feeble attempt to bore you.

                                            >He obviously wants you to go wake up Mom and have her change you.

                                            >Not going to happen dad.

                                            >Pictus is his name.

                                            >At least that is what you hear mom call him.

                                            >He's just Dad to you though.

                                            >You rear up and put your forehooves on the couch cushion.

                                            >Demon child stare. . .

                                            >You make eye contact and he flinches upon seeing the weird face you are making.

                                            >Red Rum

                                            >"Don't you want mommy?"

                                            >You see his face contort into a grimace as your scent finally gets to him.

                                            >The cushions on the couch shift as he hops off and quickly darts to the kitchen gagging.

                                            >Not wanting to reward him for ignoring his only daughter, you chase after him.

                                            >You stop at the entrance to the kitchen.

                                            >Dad is nowhere to be found!

                                            >He must have ran out the back door.

                                            >Wow Dad. Just leave your baby girl all alone because you can't change a diaper.

                                            >Looking around, you see the perfectly clean and organized kitchen.

                                            >Mom was always really particular about how the house must be kept.

                                            >You know just what to do!

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                                            >You quickly start opening the cabinets and throwing everything in them on the floor.

                                            >All of moms pots and pans have been freed of their unjust imprisonment!

                                            >Hmm, if that racket didn't bring him back, nothing will.

                                            >Maybe you should just start screaming, since that usually works.

                                            >Then again you don't really want to wake up Mom.

                                            >Well if he doesn't want to help, then you are going to make his life miserable.

                                            >You quickly make your way back to the living room.

                                            >Tiny hooves clopping on the clean freshly waxed floor as you run.

                                            >You quickly make note of possible targets.

                                            >The floor is a beautiful polished hardwood, there are some bookshelves full of old well worn books and scrolls, a pretty glass table right in the middle of the room, there is a potted plant in one of the corners, several comfy chairs, and a nice couch round out the decor.

                                            >Oh mom is going to be pissed when she wakes up, especially when Dad was supposed to be watching you.

                                            >You immediately head for the bookshelves.

                                            >One by one, books are thrown across the room.

                                            >Next you start throwing the cushions from the couch and chairs onto the floor.

                                            >Fort time!

                                            >You pull the plant out of the corner and begin building your castle where it once stood.

                                            >Your human ancestors must be proud that you maintain their age-old tradition of clearing forests to build pointless structures.

                                            >Suddenly, you hear a door open and close.

                                            >Acting quickly, you tip the plant over and start rolling around in the dirt and then jump into your fort.

                                            >Partially because you wanted a bath after sitting in a dirty diaper all day and partly because you wanted Dad to get in even more trouble.

                                            >You hear a clip clop coming from down the hallway followed by a gasp.

                                            >"Sweet Celestia."

                                            >You peek out just in time to see her turn into the kitchen.

                                            >The stunned silence is delicious.

                                            >You decide that now is the perfect time to reveal yourself.

                                            >Putting on your best "I missed you mommy" look, you trot to her side.

                                            >"H-honey what did you. . ."

                                            >I'm a dirty girl.

                                            >"PICTUUUUUUUUS!"