Really Twibble? (Prequel)[AnonFilly][Complete]


                                            [copied from https://pastebin.com/sCEt5X7e ]

                                            [original author JakieChanTulpa(https://pastebin.com/u/JakieChanTulpa)]

                                            The prequel of Mommy by JakieChanTulpa (https://ponepaste.org/3901)

                                            For those looking to see how Anon got to be the little filly in the first place, and how terribly it went.

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                                            "No means no Twilight, you're fucking insane if you think I'm doing this."

                                            >Why did you even bother to see starbutt anyways, all she did was want you to do experiments on you.

                                            >"Pleeeeaaase Anon, it's just a small mind altering spell to increase memory regression"

                                            >You and her have been arguing for the past thirty minutes or so , it's a wonder you didn't just leave.

                                            "A spell that has a risk of making look like I got fucking alzheimer's"

                                            >Twilight's frustrated face turned into a neutral one.

                                            >"I guess the town will have to find out about your hobby then."

                                            >Here it comes, Blackmail.

                                            "Joke's on you, I don't even have a hobby."

                                            >She gave out a short chuckle.

                                            >"Really? Because the stack of picture of mare plots says otherwise.

                                            >It took you off guard but you were quick to refute your case.

                                            "HEY! I was just doing those for somebody who wanted them"

                                            >This was true. It was Trixie of all ponies who wanted them.

                                            >Odd.

                                            >"Not according to the press who'll be hearing about it.

                                            >Fuck.

                                            >There's a long pause.

                                            >"..."

                                            "..."

                                            >"..."

                                            "...Fine."

                                            >"Really!?"

                                            >You couldn't afford to be kicked out of town.

                                            >For a town of pastel colored ponies, they could be very aggressive.

                                            "Yes...I'll do it"

                                            >"Great! Now, All I just need you to do is to shut your eyes and prepare yourself mentally.

                                            >If you got alzheimer's because this, the first thing you'd only be able to remember, is to fucking dismember Starbutt because of this.

                                            >The powering of her magic was heard, and you felt a tingling sensation across your body.

                                            >Just as quickly as it came, it left, leaving a strange popping sensation across your body.

                                            >To say the least, you were very disoriented, and dizzy.

                                            >You grab your head to stop the spinning.

                                            "Smurfukl..fjew.derw"

                                            >Muttering nonsense came only from your mouth.

                                            >"YES! It worked!"

                                            >Another voice joins the room

                                            >"What did Twilight."

                                            >Twilight yelps in shock.

                                            >"Nothing...Nothing at all"

                                            >You wanted to stop talking.

                                            "Ugh. Shut the shit up you two, I'm trying to think"


                                            >The Pink one gasped.

                                            >"No filly should say a naughty word like that"

                                            >Filly?

                                            >The room seemed to spin less, enough for you to feel comfortable to open your eyes.

                                            "Shut up Candy vagina"

                                            >Your speak slurs, your eyes track onto Pinkie Pie, you feel short.

                                            >Oh shit, Twilight made you small and is going to pull some vore shit on you.

                                            >Twilight is next to speak.

                                            >"NONNY! such harsh language, do I have to punish you again?"

                                            >Nonny? But your name is Anonymous.

                                            >Why are you laying on your abdomen?

                                            >Oh no....

                                            >She fucking didn't....

                                            "Twilight...Change me back...NOW!"

                                            >Your eyes are now open in shock. You're too afraid to look at your own body. Too afraid to confirm your suspicion.

                                            >"Nonny, the only I have to change, is your attitude. Because it seems you can't act like a proper filly"

                                            >If you had hands, you fucking gut her with them to show off your humanity.

                                            >"Who is she Twilight?"

                                            >God, ADHD can't seem to shut up.

                                            >"Her name is Nonny I-Uh....Adopted...YEAH! I adopted her. She's my daughter"

                                            >Filly.

                                            >Female.

                                            >Vagina.

                                            >Rage levels are reaching threshold.

                                            >"Now if you excuse me Pinkie I have to take this bad filly up to her room and give her a...Lecture"

                                            >EVADE!

                                            >You try to stand up.

                                            >But like a newborn calf, you stumble around and fall back to the floor. Leaving Twilight to just pick you up with her magic a levitate you up the castle stairs.

                                            >You try to spit out more profanity and argue at her, but she places a magical zip across your mouth. Silencing you.

                                            >From this point on, You've lost all your privileges.

                                            >As you and Twilight move down the hallway, you peek at her to see her frustrated face.

                                            >Like an angry mother who is angry with their child.

                                            >She continues to take you into an empty guest room, and tosses you onto a bed.

                                            >Here it motherfucking comes.

                                            >Straight from the SJW horse herself.

                                            >You stand on the bed and look at her as she removes the magical zipper from your mouth.

                                            "What do you want to say bookh-"

                                            >She interrupts you with a magic slap to the face.

                                            >Did she just hit.

                                            >She couldn't even hit when you were human.

                                            "D-Did you just-"

                                            >SLAP! She didn't give you any chance to finish you sentences.

                                            >"Shut up Anon. Just SHUT UP."

                                            >Your shocked eyes could only look at her as she ranted

                                            >"I'm tired of it Anon, TIRED OF IT. Since day one of your arrival, you've been nothing but an masochist asshole, who took pride in only pushing around ponies like me!"

                                            >Just for the hell of it, she slaps you across the face a third time.

                                            >They're starting to feel like punches now.

                                            >Yet you do nothing but listen.

                                            >"I've tried talking with you..."

                                            >A magical punch to the gut sends all the air out your lungs.

                                            >"...I've tried hangin out with you..."

                                            >Another punch to your jaw makes an audible cracking sound.

                                            >"...I've even tried having an intervention with you...."

                                            >A third sock comes to your eyes, causing you to lower your head and cover it with your hooves in fear and protection.

                                            >Mostly fear now.

                                            >"But you won't...FUCKING...CHANGE!"

                                            >She grips your right forehoove harshly and flings it out of your face, bringing you into the air.

                                            >she sprained it, judging from the pain it was emanating.

                                            >Twilight then proceeds to toss you across the room with her alicorn strength.

                                            >On the way to hitting the wall, you catch a candle, Burning you.

                                            >The force of you being flung and hitting a wall, was comparable to the blast overpressure from a atom bomb.

                                            >Even though you were sure you'd stick to the fall, you fall and hit the crystal ground.

                                            >Whatever air you managed back into your lungs, came back out in a raspy, filly-like, pain-filled, moan.

                                            >You hear Twilight huff in frustration, and stomp out the room, slamming the door violently.

                                            >It's dark now.

                                            >The candle that was lighting the room, is now next to you on the floor.

                                            >Maybe you shouldn't of been such an ass to her.

                                            >Breathe in, Breathe out.

                                            >Repeat.

                                            >You pry your eyes open after a painful night sleep on the floor.

                                            >Judging from the amount of light in the room, you could tell it was early morning.

                                            >One part of your mind told you to get up and get out of that castle, but your body told you it would only result in pain.

                                            >You listened to your body, and only shifted around slightly on the floor to make yourself comfortable.

                                            >Well, as comfortable as possible while being on the floor.

                                            >Smacking your lips together, you could tell they were chapped and you were thirsty.

                                            >Just....just sleep and ignore it.

                                            >But...When you finally thought you could fall back to sleep, Twilight slams open the door.

                                            >"Where are you Anon?"

                                            >She still sounded angry, but less than yesterday.

                                            >Instinctively, you shut your eyes.

                                            >Maybe she'll think your dead and leave you alone.

                                            >The sound of clopping hooves gets closer.

                                            >"Get up"

                                            >Hold your breath.

                                            >"I said...GET UP"

                                            >Twilight sends an electrical current through your body, causing you to yelp and snap your eyes open.

                                            >She then levitates you in front of her face.

                                            >Fear is coursing through your veins at the thought of what she might do.

                                            >"Listen Anon, because of you waiting till the last minute to do this. Pinkie saw you and told everypony about you."

                                            >She sighs angry and mutters a few angered words

                                            >"And they all think your my daughter and want to see you. You will refered as Nonny, and you will do nothing to cause trouble, and you WILL act light a filly. GOT IT!"

                                            >Shakily, you nod your head.

                                            >Your body tingles as she performs a magic spell on your body.

                                            >"I just need to get you rid of last night's....Dilemma with a concealing spell"

                                            >All the bruises and other apparent injuries disappeared, but you could still feel pain from them.

                                            >But before you started your journey downstairs, she throws another slap your way.

                                            >"This is just a taste of what you'll get if you misbehave"

                                            >She owns you now, And you can't complain. Not with her alicorn-level powers.

                                            >With a magical poof, you and Twilight teleport just outside the "Map room" in the castle.

                                            >Just as planned, you and her walk through to meet the cast of ponies.

                                            >"Sorry if I took long girls, this little filly was just too stubborn to get up"

                                            >She rubs her hoof through your new mane,

                                            >And just like little kids to puppy, they all gather around you and start throwing out questions. The first being Pinkie Pie.

                                            >"Why did she say all those naughty words yesterday?"

                                            >Twilight looks at you with a faux disappointment

                                            >"She may have caught it from somewhere else. But she has learned her lesson, right?"

                                            >Out of pure fear, your eyes only flicker towards the others, but remain totally on Twilight.

                                            >Rarity is the next to speak up.

                                            >"Is she alright Twilight?"

                                            >She turns away from you to face Rarity. You finally feel like you can breathe.

                                            >"She's alright, just a little shy. I'm sure she has learned her lesson"

                                            >The six of them move the conversation to the table where.

                                            >Now's your chance.

                                            >You can escape.

                                            >So while the six talk amongst themselves about you.

                                            >Semi-sneakily, you make your way towards the two large castle doors.

                                            >Home free.

                                            >no one to stop you.

                                            >using the nubs you call hooves, you pry the door open and began to walk out.

                                            >If only it were that easy.

                                            >The moment you stepped outside those doors, a vise grip from a mysterious source began to clench your throat shut painfully, shutting any air out.

                                            >Instantly your tiny filly lungs began gasping for air.

                                            >You try to rip of whatever is holding your throat shut, only to feel your own throat.

                                            >It was magic.

                                            >'Did you really think I'd make it that easy for you Anon?'

                                            >Oh God. It was Twilight, she even had control in your head.

                                            >'You're right. I do, I suggest you get back inside, every fifteen seconds you're out there, the force multiplies'

                                            >Just like clockwork, the crushing sensation on your throat increases.

                                            >'And I'd hate to see you die so soon.I'd just hate to be forced to erase my friends minds of meeting you

                                            >Somberly, you try to gasp for air as you reenter the castle. Just as you do, the grip on your airway releases.

                                            >You take a large gasp of air. Filling your lungs back up to the brim with air.

                                            >And after taking a few minutes to catch your breath, you decide to head back to the "map room" and wait until they all leave.

                                            >You were sure to expect some sort of beating for your escape attempt.

                                            >Upon entering the room, you take a seat into one of the chairs.

                                            >They don't even notice you at all, so you just listen...or at least pretend to be.

                                            >Blah, Blah, Blah. Complain, Complain, Complain. Brag, Brag, Brag.

                                            >All you could think about right now was how angry you were that you got yourself into this predicament, and that you couldn't get out.

                                            >It looks like Bookhorse is telling you about something.

                                            >But you could careless.

                                            "That's real fuckin neato, Twilight"

                                            >SHIT WAIT! Filly body! Filly body!

                                            >"Excuse me little filly"

                                            >Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, say something!

                                            "I'm Sor-"

                                            >Your words seemed to catch them self in your throat and stay there.

                                            >"If you can't say anything nice Nonny, than don't say anything at all"

                                            >Why couldn't you say anything.

                                            >Did she...Did she just paralyze your vocal cords?

                                            >Great Anon. You got yourself in deeper shit now.

                                            >"I think you need to leave Nonny"

                                            >Oh how you wish could scream out "melon" right now.

                                            >A prickling sensation covers your body, a preparatory tingling for a transport spell.

                                            >Everyone just looks at you stone faced, or just disappointed that a little filly 'Swore' at her 'mother'.

                                            >"We'll be fine, You can just go"

                                            >POOF! all of a sudden you were in the dining hall of the castle.

                                            >Walking to one of the set of doors, you try to open it.

                                            >Locked.

                                            >You try another.

                                            >Locked as well.

                                            >Shit. Guess your stuck here for now.

                                            >What did you do when you had nothing to do.

                                            >Jackoff, Sleep, maybe even read.

                                            >Or even all of the above.

                                            >You could only hope they won't take hours to finish

                                            >Turning to your left you see Spike's old basket.

                                            >Hour six since your entrapment.

                                            >You've been knawing on a jar of pickled yams for three of them, trying to get them open.

                                            >It was the only thing you could reach with your short stature.

                                            >But even with it, you are met with another issue.

                                            >Firmly grasping the jar lid.

                                            >No hands.

                                            >All you could think right now was "I'm Hungry" or "Fuck this world's cartoon logic"

                                            >By the eighth hour, your mind gave on you and you had fallen asleep in the basket from boredom.

                                            >Your head being propped up by the jar of pickled yams.

                                            >Hungry, tired, and bored, you just lay there and rest.

                                            >You could of screamed out your needs through the door if Miss Domination didn't take away your speaking privileges.

                                            >What's that sound coming from.

                                            >Clopping hooves.

                                            >Who cares, you're a filly now and you don't have to worry about anything.

                                            >SPLASH!

                                            "AH!"

                                            >The instant rush of cold water over your body jars you wake, and you are instantly on your hooves.

                                            >Looking around you come face to face with Twilight.

                                            >"Time to get up Anon, time for school"

                                            >School? But you were in your mid-twenties, you already finished school.

                                            >You try to complain, but due to Starbutt's paralytic spell on your vocals, all that comes out is air.

                                            >"You can complain later, right now, I need some time alone."

                                            >Hastily, she throws a saddle bag on your back, and uses her magic to drag you outside.

                                            >You didn't even have breakfast yet.

                                            >Maybe you could steal some from another kid.

                                            >Or prostitute yourself for some.

                                            >You'll figure it out. You best get to school.

                                            >After all, Twilight was an omnipotent being who could everything you are doing.

                                            >When you get turned back.

                                            >Then you'll kill her for this.

                                            >Soon.

                                            >Bullshit, Total bullshit.

                                            >You shouldn't have to go back.

                                            >You were already educated for christ sakes.

                                            >But yet here you are, at the school house waiting for it to begin.

                                            >"Oh Lookie here Silver Spoon, We got a new filly in out class"

                                            >Who- Wha-

                                            >Looking to the left to see the stereotypical bullies of the school.

                                            >Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

                                            >Didn't you punt them one time?

                                            >Anyways, back on the subject at hand. The two both walk up to you.

                                            >"So, what's your name new filly?"

                                            >Sounded more of a demand than a question.

                                            >It's not like you could answer anyways.

                                            >You simply tap at your throat to indicate this.

                                            >"You can't speak?"

                                            >You were sure you saw a glimmer in her eye in response to this.

                                            >"Or is that you think you're better than us."

                                            >Silver finally speaks up.

                                            >"How can she be better us if she's has a horrible shade of green for a coat."

                                            >Diamond pipes up her insults as well

                                            >"Plus what does a question mark cutie mark even mean?"

                                            >You turn to look at your flank.

                                            >A question mark, how did you not notice that.

                                            >"Class...Class, it's time to come inside now!"

                                            >Oh shit it's....Cheerilee, you think.

                                            >You really didn't keep up with other ponies.

                                            >They thought you were strange.

                                            >You try to get up to head inside only to get shoved by the wave of school children.

                                            >Why were you here again?

                                            >Oh yeah.

                                            >Starbutt and her omnipotence.

                                            >Fuck

                                            >Their anticipation to get inside to class prevented you from doing so.

                                            >You wanted to get this day done as quick as possible without and mental or physical pain.

                                            >Grunting in struggle, you manage to push yourself into the classroom.

                                            >While everpony took their seats you analyzed the room.

                                            >You wanted to know where to sit that would cause the least amount of attention in you.

                                            >The Back Corner?

                                            >Perfect.

                                            >Besides, it's not like you could answer any vocal questions.

                                            >Not with Twibble's Spell making you mute for the time being.

                                            >Taking a seat at the desk, you decide that you'd sit and 'listen' to avoid any attention.

                                            >"Please take a seat children so we can begin today's lesson"

                                            >Cheerilee, managing to rein in the foals and fillies of the class, began to start off her lesson.

                                            >"Now before we begin..."

                                            >Shit, she not going to, is she?

                                            >"We have a new student I'd like to introduce"

                                            >That cunt, she is going to make you introduce yourself.

                                            >Even before she calls out your name some of them are already turning toward you.

                                            >They see you as a target, don't they?

                                            >"Would you care to introduce yourself Nonny?"

                                            >You stand up, but that's as far as you can go for introductions.

                                            >Miss Cheerilee though, eagerly awaits your introduction.

                                            >"Well....Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

                                            >Annoyed, you simply tap a hoof at your green colored throat indicating your lack of ability to communicate vocally.

                                            >"Oh...You can't speak?"

                                            >The pink femnazi, known as Diamond Tiara speaks up.

                                            >"Of course she can't, she obviously think she's better than all of us. But how can a mud pony with that shade of color think she's better than us?"

                                            >One, fuck her for trying to twist your actions.

                                            >Two, did she just insult herself for being an earth pony?

                                            >"Now Diamond Tiara that's no way to talk to other ponies. Assuming such things is horrible of you to say. It could be that she had a condition that leaves her unable to speak"

                                            >Yeah...Condition.

                                            >Be Anon

                                            >You were currently sitting at the side of the school waiting for 'recess' to be over.

                                            >Today wasn't a play day, you were hungry, couldn't speak, and had Diamond Tiara fucking your shit up.

                                            >Maybe you couldn't use your mouth for talking... other things though.

                                            >GR-UMBLE

                                            >It seems that your stomach wanted it for eating though.

                                            >"So how's the newfoal doing?"

                                            >Holy FUCK! You were going to ram your log though DT's front teeth for being an insufferable cunt.

                                            >Looking up you see their obvious smug grins on their faces.

                                            >Maybe it was time you oughta stood up to them.

                                            >Yeah..it was.

                                            >"Listen, since you're new here I'll give you the rundown..."

                                            >You get up on your four hooves.

                                            >"...We're always lenient so we'll only charge you a 20 bit fee this week..."

                                            >She holds out her hooves, ready for currency.

                                            >You reel back your forehoof.

                                            >"...Though it will be 30 bits you have to pay every week after that."

                                            > Release.

                                            >You throw the punch aimed her.

                                            >Though it will never reach it's target.

                                            >Your hoof is forced down by a third party.

                                            >You try to look at the interfering party only to have another hoof strike your face, throwing you back.

                                            >As you lay on your side, you feel a warm liquid run down your muzzle.

                                            >"Did you really think, I wouldn't have some insurance against those who wanted to skip out"

                                            >Lifting your head off the grass you see it was Snips and Snails.

                                            >The two oblivious thugs for hire.

                                            >"Now are you going to pay up, or what?"

                                            >All you do is just stare at her with the hardest glare you have.

                                            >She returns it.

                                            >"Fine. Snips, search her bag"

                                            >He does a quick rundown into your bag, he finds nothing you presume.

                                            >"Uh... There's no bits in here Miss Tiara"

                                            >This catches a chuckle outta her.

                                            >"Funny... She's a dirty earth pony, who's also poor..."

                                            >BUT YOU'RE AN EARTH PONY!

                                            >"...Take her back then and hide it later for pickup."

                                            >A DRUGLORD EARTH PONY!

                                            >She leaves and you lay there in defeat

                                            >After your whole dilemma with DT.

                                            >You hobble your way back to class.

                                            >As soon as Miss Cheerilee starts her lesson, she notices your missing bag and scolds you, asking you to be prepared next time.

                                            >She could notice this, but SOMEHOW not the dried blood that ran down your nose.

                                            >Fucking....

                                            >Who were you mad at again?

                                            >Where were you....

                                            >Ah yes, you just got back from recess and forgot your bag.

                                            >Yes... that's it.

                                            >Anyhow, Miss Cheerilee's lesson proceeds as normal as she talks about how the government in equestria works.

                                            >...

                                            >After class ends you get up and leave.

                                            >Taking a glance outside, you deduce that Twibble isn't picking you up, and you'd be walking home.

                                            >You really wanted to mangle her after what she did....

                                            >What did she do again?

                                            >You don't remember.

                                            >She just did...something.

                                            >You'll remember it again eventually.

                                            >Walking the long trail back to the castle where your imprisonment was, you were thinking about what you were going to do after getting home.

                                            >Maybe jackoff.

                                            >Yeah...probably that.

                                            >By the time you got the castle in full view the sun was already starting to set.

                                            >Entering the castle, you here some conversation going on in the throne room, or the "Map room"

                                            >"....-an be a bit a pain sometimes"

                                            >"Oh, I'm sure she's not that bad darling"

                                            >What was her name again.

                                            >Rapper, no.....Rasin, no....Rrrrrr- fuck it, you'll remember later.

                                            >Right now your job is to make it into the kitchen without confronting Twilight.

                                            >So you get down low and begin to try and sneak through the throne room without them noticing.

                                            >Clip...clop

                                            >"Well I don't want to punish her, but sometimes she forces my hoof...It hurts for me to hurt her"

                                            >That's a fucking laugh, she had no issue beating you senselessly last night.

                                            >Half-way through.

                                            >"Well if she acts up any further, feel free to send her over with me to carousel and I'll make sure to change her attitude"

                                            >Please...don't give her any ideas...actually, please do.

                                            >Abuse stories get huge media coverage.

                                            >Almos-


                                            >"Ah An-...Ahem, Nonny you're here."

                                            >Shit

                                            >Instantly you know there's no escaping.

                                            >Surely since Rar..Shit, still can't remember her name.

                                            >Anyways, she won't attack you in front of another pony, right?

                                            >"So I imagine school was o-..."

                                            >Twilight takes a long pause as she stares intently at your face.

                                            >"...Is that...Blood, on your chin?"

                                            >A sick grin pops on her face, but quickly changes into a 'motherly' glare.

                                            >"Did you get into a fight at school?"

                                            >Can't answer, did you forget Star-butt?

                                            >"And where is your bag, are you hiding it so you can't do your homework"

                                            >This is going somewhere.

                                            >Somewhere you don't like.

                                            >"Answer me little filly, where is your bag, and why did you get in a fight at school"

                                            >She's creating reasons for...something.

                                            >TAKE YOUR CHANCE NOW!

                                            >Within an instant you turn around and try to scramble away.

                                            >But due to unique forces in play, you lifted into the air by your tail with Twilight's magic.

                                            >She ultimately places you on her, horse lap. Before she does anything else she turns to her friend.

                                            >"Sorry Rarity, I don't want to do this in front of you, but sometimes she needs a li-"

                                            >"No, no, don't worry about it Twilight, I understand, all troublesome fillies need some tough love once and awhile"

                                            >Rarity, Rarity was her name. Also, TOUGH LOVE, this crazy horse is a sadist.

                                            >How did you forget her name.

                                            >"Last chance little filly, tell your mother what you did wrong, or else."

                                            >You would if you could, ya damn horse.

                                            >Looking up at her all you can do is glare at her.

                                            >"Hmph..."

                                            >She lifts her hoof to deliver a smack to your plot

                                            >SMACK

                                            >Ah! that fucking stung.

                                            >SMACK

                                            >Fucking shit. You be enjo-

                                            >SMACK

                                            >..Enjoying it if this was your fetish.

                                            >SMACK.

                                            >This was starting to hurt now.

                                            >Was she doing it harder?

                                            >SMACK

                                            >You began to feel tears prick at your eyes.

                                            >But you don't cry, you're a many.

                                            >Well...you were a man.

                                            >SMACK.

                                            >That smack was hard enough to convince the tears to come out,  along with a sniffle too.

                                            >Don't cry dammit.

                                            >But Twi-....Twi-....Mommy, was hurting you.

                                            >Mommy?

                                            >Where the hell did that....

                                            >SMACK.

                                            >At this point the tears were practically streaming for you eyes.

                                            >There's a long pause.

                                            >"Have you learned your lesson yet little filly?'

                                            >Looking at her with tear filled eyes, you nod.

                                            >"Good..."

                                            >She leans in to whisper in your ear.

                                            >"...Cause they'll be more later tonight, for doing this to me Anon"

                                            >Anon? But your name was Nonny.

                                            >Right?

                                            >No. It was Anon.

                                            >Something was wrong.

                                            >Twilight slides you off her lap and in a normal tone, she speaks again.

                                            >"Now march off to your room."

                                            >In a commanding fashion she points to the kitchen where you are forced to say.

                                            >As you walk off with your tail in-between your legs, you hear one last thing.

                                            >"and don't even think about having supper tonight missy."

                                            >With a heavy heart and low head, you walk back into the kitchen with a sniffle or two on the way there.

                                            >...Wait why are you upset?

                                            >You're...a man?

                                            >Maybe this filly thing was starting to get to you.

                                            >You'd best investigate this before it gets any worse.

                                            >But you can't leave with the Star-butt in the way.

                                            >And there's only one entrance in and out of the kitchen.

                                            >Well...maybe you can find a way to distract her.

                                            >While in your bedroom AKA the kitchen you begin to look through cabinet after cabinet to see if anything can help you.

                                            >Baking soda, Nah.

                                            >Pots and pans, Nuh uh.

                                            >Industrial grade floor cleaner. Sadly, no.

                                            >Kerosene lamp

                                            >Kerosene.

                                            >An Idea seemed to hit you.

                                            >Instantly you grab the lamp by the handle and look up towards the kitchen window.

                                            >You couldn't escape that way, due to this place being so high up.

                                            >But you had a much more efficient plan.

                                            >Reaching into the other cabniet, you pull out the pots and pans and stack them on eachother to form a staircase.

                                            >With a simple climb up, you were able to get onto the counter and reach the window with your lamp.

                                            >Pushing the window out, you look towards the ground below.

                                            >Whoah! High up.

                                            >Best not trip up here.

                                            >Though you were not up here for an adrenaline rush, you needed ponies.

                                            >More specificly, the ones on the ground.

                                            >You saw what looked to be two ponies: a mare and a stallion.

                                            >Taking the lamp, you light it.

                                            'Oh I hope they can forgive me for this.'

                                            >You drop the Kerosene lamp out of the window.

                                            >It's target: ponies.

                                            >Hopefully this'll get Twilight's attention.

                                            >Like a makeshift Molotov cocktail.

                                            'Ponyville hospital has a burn unit... right?'


                                            >You dared not look outside to witness your crime.

                                            >How do you know it hit?

                                            >Easy.

                                            >You can hear a stallion's screams all the way up here.

                                            >Now just sit and watch.

                                            >Just in the other room, you can here the situation developing in the other room, starting with the faint sound of a door slamming.

                                            >"Oh my Celestia, Princess Twilight we need you to come quick"

                                            >"What's wrong Roseluck?"

                                            >Roseluck....Hot mare.

                                            >"S-somepony dropped a lantern on Braeburn outside, and I need you help cause I can't put him out"

                                            >"Wait...PUT HIM OUT."

                                            >Within second you can hear a series of hoofsteps galloping away quickly.

                                            >You wait a minute, just to be sure they were completely gone.

                                            >Erie silence... Yep coast is clear.

                                            >Jumping off the counter, you head out to the main room.

                                            >You begin to make your way to Twilight's bedroom as quick as your little hooves can carry you as you only have a limited amount of time.

                                            >Ponies can't burn forever.

                                            >As soon as you reach her room, you head over to her personal collection of books she keeps close to her.

                                            >Cue egg-head remarks.

                                            >You immediately begin pulling out books to tell you what Star-butt is doing to you.

                                            >Daring Doo. No.

                                            >Historical evolution of Equestrian Magic...God,no.

                                            >The Saltlick's Apprentice.

                                            >That's...that's a graphic porn novel.

                                            >You'll keep that for later.

                                            >Next book: Starswirl's Theory on Evolution magic.

                                            >This looks promising.

                                            >Opening the book, you began flipping to pages that were marked by book marks.

                                            'No'

                                            >Flip...flip

                                            'Fuck...no'

                                            >Flip..flip....flip

                                            'What's this?'

                                            >'Forced progression of DNA'

                                            'Yada yada, high level spell, yada yada, very dangerous, more yada, AH here'

                                            >'If the spell is not performed with a emotionally and mentally clear mind, it may have unintended side-effects that can damage the mental or physical state of a being'

                                            >That's it.

                                            >So you're just going a bit loopy because Twibble screwed up.

                                            >"I thought I told you to stay in your room, Nonny."

                                            >That's...Twilight, she doesn't sound okay.

                                            >S-Shit.


                                            >Not sick, bad.

                                            >More like 'ya dun goofed and should run' bad.

                                            >"Braeburn needed to be teleported to a specialized burn center in canterlot because of you"

                                            >Shit...sorry Braeburn.

                                            >"But I don't expect you to care anyways...your Anon, the human who doesn't give two flying fucks about anypony else"

                                            >You dare not turn to look at her.

                                            >Purely out of fear

                                            >"I really hoped that turning you into this would teach you a lesson about humility, I see it's only made you worse"

                                            >You absolutely hated and feared the low tone she was speaking in.

                                            >Several hoofsteps are heard as she approaches you.

                                            >A shiver erupts throughout your body.

                                            >"I see you've found the book I used on you."

                                            >Heavy breathing is all you can do, you can't talk.

                                            >Your panting so hard, you're practically choking on the air.

                                            >"Don't know what you would've done with it though, I'm the only pony you know who is powerful enough to cast it."

                                            >Twilight rips the book violently from your grasp.

                                            >You show no resistance.

                                            >"Tell you what Anon, since you want to act like a delinquent. I'll treat you like one."

                                            >You've been a bad filly, Mommy is going to punish you for this.

                                            >What...But she's....S-she's not your...."

                                            >There's a bright flash and a pop.

                                            >It's now absolute darkness.

                                            >"Welcome to basement level, Anon"

                                            >"Normally in every castle, a dungeon is constructed in the basement level for a region's law and order."

                                            >There's a long akward pause.

                                            >"I wonder what ponies would say about your disapearence. Nopony has said anythig about 'Anon' I wonder, what would they say about 'Nonny' though?"

                                            >O-Oh GOD, s-she's not gonna....

                                            >"Let's find out."

                                            >There's a very bright light that illuminates behind you.

                                            >You try to turn but you're forced by mysterious forces to stay put.

                                            >The heart in your chest was trying to escape.

                                            >Sweat was now pouring from your body due to fear.

                                            >"Any last words, Anon."

                                            >There's a releasing sensation on your throat, you presume you'll be able to say those words.

                                            "P-Please Twilight....I'm sorry, D-Don't do this"

                                            >Your high pitched, feminine voice finally spoke once again.

                                            >"You actually called me by my name, you really must be desperate."

                                            >She chuckles slightly.

                                            >"Anyhow, goodbye...Anon"

                                            >Here it come... your execution.

                                            >Tears pour down the side of your face.

                                            >Your breath quivers in and out as you begin to sob to yourself.

                                            >You try not to make your sobs of despair audible, but fail to do so.

                                            >Her horn glows brighter as a high whining noise had begun to be heard.

                                            >Shutting your eyes only makes the tears come out faster.

                                            >Your sobs were plenty audible at this point.

                                            >After a few more seconds the light is exteremely bright, and the whine is unbareable.

                                            >Maybe you shouldn't of been an asshole to her.

                                            >SNAP, POP!

                                            >Utter darkness.


                                            >...

                                            >......

                                            >Are you dead?

                                            >Is this what life after death is like?

                                            >Darkness?

                                            >There's snikering behind you.

                                            >It quickly turns into a loud laughter.

                                            >"Oh my Celestia Anon, you actually thought I was going to execute you, Celestia you're so gulible"

                                            >She....Lied?

                                            >You're Mommy lied to you?

                                            >SHE'S NOT YOUR MOM!

                                            >The spell Twilight held over your limbs to paralyze you was release.

                                            >Instantly, your legs are quivering in fear.

                                            >They feel...warm.

                                            >Did you piss yourself?

                                            >"Anon, I may be horrible, but I'm not a monster."

                                            >Yes you are star-butt.

                                            >The muscles in you legs give out, and you fall onto your stomach.

                                            >So does your composure as well.

                                            >You begin to cry to yourself mercialessly like a little filly.

                                            >"I'll come back...later, and I seriously hope you've rethought your life"

                                            >CRACK! POP!

                                            >Darkness.

                                            >Silence.

                                            >Nothing but sobs of fear.

                                            >You were horrible, but not enough to deserve this.

                                            >Hungry, injured, piss-soaked, and sobing, you've reached a low in your life.

                                            >How long have you been here?

                                            >Is anypony there.

                                            >It must of been a couple of days as you were practically starving.

                                            >Soon after Twilight left you in your despair.

                                            >For a while, you actually thought you were alone in this place.

                                            >But then you started hearing...whispers.

                                            >A few times you tried to chase them, other times it felt like they were chasing you.

                                            >Though the chasing and being chased stopped when you no longer found the strength to even lift yourself from the ground.

                                            >You were sure Mo-...Twi-...that purple pony wouldn't leave you here forever.

                                            >As you lay on the ground, you feel strongly compelled to sleep.

                                            >You resisted, fearing that nightmares may come or you may be attacked by creatures while asleep.

                                            >It's cold here, why would your mommy leave you here?

                                            >You said you were sorry.

                                            >Just a few more minutes, wait for her... maybe she'll come.

                                            >It was then at that moment you had a epiphany.

                                            >A horrible one.

                                            >As the hours and minutes ticked by, even before being trapped here, you were forgetting everything.

                                            >Names, memories, even general knowledge. it felt like it was all be overlapped by something else.

                                            >The worse the conditions were you endured, the more it took over.

                                            >How did you even end up as a filly anyways?

                                            >Needless to say, it was progressing fast.

                                            >Please Twilight...come back.

                                            >She needed to come back, you needed her help.

                                            >The thought of being mentally killed was worse than being killed physically.

                                            >Even if you were killed physically, other would know and mourn your death.

                                            >But dying like this just meant you... you weren't simply there anymore.

                                            >Please come soon Twilight.

                                            >Your eyelids... feel heavy.

                                            >NO. Don't sleep yet.

                                            >She'll come back soon.

                                            >Mommy will come back, she'll forgi-...

                                            >S-shit... it's getting worse.

                                            >No one will remember you. Not even you.

                                            >Hell, you haven't even heard anypon- anybody showing concern for good 'Ol Anon.

                                            >No crying Nonny.

                                            >You're dehydrated enough anyways.

                                            >Maybe if you just took a short nap Mommy will come.

                                            >Walking downstairs, more slowly than usual.

                                            >The cold air around you stung and froze every muscle in your filly body all at the same time.

                                            >You still were sopping wet, making thing even more awkward walking down the steep incline.

                                            >What was up with him?

                                            >Did he have some sort of vendetta against double chocolate chip?

                                            >Or was it you playing cute with Fluttershy?

                                            >Whatever it was, caution was needed from here on out, seeing as how the power-hungry demon was going to be more and more volatile.

                                            >Him using actual violence was something new and unexpected.

                                            >Well no matter, he can’t keep up that schtick as long as you continue the retard routine.

                                            >Eventually, he’ll just chalk it up to ‘she’s got a fucked up brain,’ and he and everyone else will forget about you.

                                            >Wow, that last part didn’t sound great.

                                            >Still, you also needed to learn the language somehow to out of this technicolor, god-forsaken world.

                                            >SLIP.

                                            >Ah, shit!

                                            >A quick misstep of your forehoof allowed you to face-plant onto the stair landing.

                                            >God, can you at least go one week without brain injuries.

                                            >Pretty sure you haven’t even gone one day without it.

                                            >Grumbling to yourself, you push yourself upright and shake all the water on you like a mutt.

                                            >Heading back towards the kitchen, you can only hope that some food would brighten your day a little.

                                            >

                                            >In front of you lay a plain grey of mush. Meanwhile, Discord and Flutters got the sumptuous ‘Ol meal of hay, eggs, and buttered toast.

                                            >As she sat back down, she took the opportunity to make small talk with discord, while you tried to stab him with your eyes.

                                            >Sipping on his mug, he shared a seeming-concerned nod like an actually concerned parent. It would have been believable if he did give you a brief smug look knowing that he screwed you over with

                                            >This fucker wants to play games. Okay. Let's play.

                                            >…

                                            >”…You know, I hate that I can’t give her a nice meal like we have.

                                            “Uhm”

                                            >”But after almost poisoning her. I couldn’t bear to take any chances, and oatmeal seemed like the least harmful thing I could think of…”

                                            “Uhm”

                                            >…But, gosh. I can’t help but think how upset and distraught her parents must be looking for her. Especially someone as fragile and as weak as her. Do you think we’ll ever find them?”

                                            >You lay your mug back down, as you picked up on laying the magic.

                                            “Oh, of course, It’s only a matter of time. No one just simply up an abandoned a filly for no reason. Right?”

                                            >You shared a look with the menace. Who just simply glared at you across the table, unmoving.

                                            >”Right…”

                                            >You have no idea what was going on in the filly’s mind.

                                            >But you didn’t like it.

                                            “Well, I think it’s about high time I got the little bugger off to school. Don’t you think?”

                                            >A wise pony once told you that if there was anything in the world to be more hated than anything. It was school.