Celestia Mother (CYOA) by Anonymous


                                            >"Anonymous Skies can you please come to the Principal's office."

                                            >bzzt

                                            >"Anonymous skies can you please come to the Principal's office."

                                            >yep that's mom

                                            >you aren't sure what she wants or what's more embarrassing

                                            >that you cause so much shit your own mom is punishing you

                                            >that she controls your behavior to a T

                                            >or your mom is forcing you to give her affection

                                            >usually it's the latter

                                            >this time you can't really be mad though

                                            >it's Mr. Doodle's class so anything that gets you out of said purgatory is a-ok with you!

                                            >"Dude is that.. snrk.. your mom?"

                                            >ahh snails

                                            >you wonder if he's calling you a momma's boy or he finally figured that yes.. the woman with the same last name was in fact your Mom.

                                            >you ignore the comment as you shuffle out of the room

                                            >a few students glancing at you as your exit makes a welcome distraction from Mr. Doodle's continuing lecture

                                            >as you wander down the hall you hear her voice again

                                            >"Anonymous skies, can you please... urrgh.. come to the *pant* Principal's office?"

                                            >that's odd

                                            >normally she'd' only ask twice

                                            >and she sounded panicked

                                            >you pick up the pace as you make your way past the teacher's lounge and weave past the wall of trophies which seemingly hadn't had a new addition since you came her

                                            >Hey it's not your fault the only sports you care about are Boxing and combat sports!

                                            >none of which were offered at the school

                                            >besides wrestling... that amount of skin to skin contact with sweaty unwashed guys and tight jumpsuits made you... uncomfortable

                                            >you shake the nightmarish thought as you go up to her office door and give a tentative knock

                                            >"DON'T COME IN!"

                                            >she screams

                                            >her voice sounds different but you can't place how

                                            'Mom, it's me.'

                                            >you hear a surprisingly deep throaty sigh

                                            >it doesn't sound like a noise a human can make

                                            >"Oh thank goodness it's you Sunshine!"

                                            'Uhh yeah... you called.. can I come in?'

                                            >you hear hard taps on the floor as a shadow darkens the door

                                            >"Before you come in sweetie, please, please, please promise me you won't freak out."

                                            >odd request though your mom could be an odd woman

                                            >'Mom I've helped you when you forgot to keep your clothes in the same room after you went.. cake diving. I can handle it'

                                            >there's a pause and another weird noise

                                            >"Sweetie... this is different. please just promise me."

                                            >you groan

                                            >this is annoying but more importantly you want to make sure she's ok

                                            >even if the problem is most likely mental

                                            'I promise'

                                            >more hard taps

                                            >"Is-is anyone around?"

                                            >you take a look around the empty hallway

                                            >it's in the middle of second period and there's not a bathroom in sight

                                            'Totally empty'

                                            >"O-ok."

                                            'Can I come in now?'

                                            >"Yes."

                                            >she whimpers

                                            >now you're very concerned

                                            >you slowly grab the handle and open the door still looking behind your shoulder to make sure no one sees you

                                            >you get 3 fourths of the way done closing it when you turn to face mom

                                            'Mom I'm starting to get worried what's goi.... oh."

                                            >instead of your mother, standing in front of you is a horse


                                            >a very pretty horse, expressive horse with a horn and wings but a horse

                                            >a horse that has your mom's hair, and is wearing her overcoat

                                            >sun badge and everything

                                            >"S-sunshine?"

                                            >a horse with your mom's voice

                                            >you've seen enough of the antics of Sunset Shimmer and 'The real ghostbusters' so you're used to all kinds of weird shit

                                            >but that was stuff that fiction at least prepared you for

                                            >singing vampires, and dragons and stuff

                                            >it shattered your sense of reality but it did make sense in a way

                                            >your mom turning into a horse did not

                                            >you think you might have stood there for a minute gaping at her in stunned silence

                                            'Mom?'

                                            >she sighs one of those heavy horsey sighs

                                            >"Yes baby, it's me."

                                            >her long horse face looks at the ground dejected

                                            >time to ask the obvious

                                            'Y-you're a horse!'

                                            >she brings a surprisingly soft hoof to your lips

                                            >"SHHHH"

                                            >you ignore this and mumble out much quieter

                                            'Why are you a horse?'

                                            >she looks at you with panic in her eyes

                                            >"I don't know!" she hisses

                                            >at this point you have enough sense to close the door

                                            >"I was just doing some paperwork when a rainbow explosion happened! Then when I woke up I-I was.."

                                            'A horse'

                                            >"Mhmm"

                                            >your now horsemom is clearly distressed

                                            >she's crying

                                            >even when she's a horse you can't stand to see your mother cry

                                            >she is also a very pretty horse

                                            >actually prettier than any horse you have ever seen

                                            >"Oh baby... I'm so sorry you had to see me like this but I just don't know what to do? If this is too *sniff* much I understand."

                                            >the waterworks are in full force

                                            >you can't let this happen

                                            >do you

                                            >A: Verbally comfort horsemom

                                            >:B: pet horsemom because she is soft

                                            >C :Call in Rainbow Dash and her mystery solving band to fix it because they probably caused it in the first place

                                            >D: Call Trixie because she's into this kinda stuff and probably won't make it worse


                                            >you sigh and cup your Mom’s muzzle with your right hand as the few tears not caught in her fur stream down onto your hand

                                            >she subconsciously leans into your hand as the crying starts to abate

                                            >god she’s soft

                                            >she’s like the softest, fluffiest thing you’ve ever felt

                                            ‘Ssssshhhh shhh it’s ok mom. You’ve been there for me since before I was born, helping you right now is the least I can do.’

                                            >her tears are reduced to sniffles

                                            >”Bu-but I’m a horse…”

                                            >you give her a sad smile

                                            ‘Yeah, but you’re still my mom.’

                                            ‘And I’m still your son’

                                            >the sniffing subsides as she leans further into your hand

                                            >you have to bend back a bit so she doesn’t skewer you with her horn

                                            >sooo soft

                                            >and her ears

                                            >they were all twitchy

                                            >you can’t take it anymore

                                            >you remove your hand from underneath mom’s muzzle

                                            >she shudders a bit clearly a bit unhappy with the lack of contact

                                            >this won’t be a problem at all in a moment as you immediately begin to rub one of her ears

                                            >just as expected, very soft

                                            >it was sturdier and less floppy than a dog’s ear so it was more the coating of fur that was soft

                                            >though the ear was moldable enough to tease

                                            >mom gasps

                                            >”Sunshine what are yooooooohhhhh.”

                                            >with a thud her now colossal rear lands on the floor as she begins to rub against your hand instinctually

                                            >”mmmmf”

                                            >she’s groaning now as her other ear twitches as she continues to try to push her head as close as possible to yours

                                            >not only is she now moaning

                                            >she’s sinking as her front end follows suit as she collapses into the floor knickering and making other cute horsie sounds

                                            >yes rationally you should be worried about this right now but she’s just too fucking cute

                                            >besides it’s a way to get back at all that embarrassing affection she gave you

                                            >every inopportune hug

                                            >all those times you fell asleep only to find her snuggled against you

                                            >all those presumably unintentional boob hats

                                            >she’s now on the floor limp and blushing

                                            >time for phase two of your plan

                                            >”Nonny.” She whines


                                            >you aren’t sure whether she’s objecting to this treatment or upset that you stopped

                                            >a mix of the two

                                            ‘I’m not stopping until I know you’re feeling better.’

                                            >she whimpers again clearly overwhelmed by the wonderful feeling of pets delivered by her beloved son

                                            >you gently push her onto her back and expose her tummy which you begin to scratch

                                            >the fur here is thinner and there’s a bit of pinkish skin showing

                                            >it also seemed that softness she had from a few too many cakes stayed with her in horse form so it was still nice and squishy

                                            >she’s purring and kicking her hindleg

                                            >do horses purr?

                                            >you don’t think so but horses don’t usually talk

                                            >or start out as human women

                                            >as you continue your affectionate assault you feel her wings begin to close around you

                                            >then you feel yourself falling headfirst into her chest as the bottom of her muzzle begins to furiously rub against your head

                                            >her front hooves awkwardly pawing at you in an attempt to hug you back

                                            >she’s basically given up resisting her big cuddly horse instincts

                                            >things have calmed down now as her wings stop flapping

                                            >”Oh my god sunshine? Are you ok? Did I hurt you?”

                                            >and now she’s back to panicking

                                            >note to self, intense unexpected snuggling of poners by loved ones sends them into a trance state

                                            ‘I’m fine mom, you just got affectionate is all.’

                                            >she looks around

                                            >now she’s blushing

                                            >”It’s just I felt myself… I felt myself lose control… I was so worried.”

                                            ‘Well I’m glad that you losing control just means I get cuddled into the floor.’

                                            >she makes an adorable horsie hmmph as her muzzle forms a cute little scrunchy pout

                                            >you manage to resist the urge to pet her

                                            ‘Ok… back to business I’m going to call some people who can hopefully help sort out… whatever’s going on.’

                                            >your mom freezes

                                            >”Don’t!”

                                            ‘Mom as much as I love you I’m not really cut out for dealing with this in any way besides emotional support.’

                                            >”But but what if they take me to be experimented on, or hold me in some facility? What if the same thing happened to Luna.. and there’ll be no one left to take care of you.”

                                            >you give her muzzle another stroke

                                            ‘I’m not calling the government Mom, I’m going to call Sunset. If anyone knows about freaky magic bulls-“

                                            >oddly cute glare from horsemom with a snort

                                            ‘stuff it’s her.’

                                            >she hooves at the floor nervously

                                            >”I guess you’re right sweetie but please don’t let anyone else no.”

                                            ‘Scout’s honor.’

                                            >”But sunshine you dropped out of the scouts before you made tenderfoot, remember.”

                                            he floor limp and blushing


                                            >you ignore that as you decide on which member of Goober and the ghost chasers to call

                                            >you can call two

                                            >A:Sunset Shimmer

                                            Pros: Most Magical, can be weirdly mature

                                            Cons: Your mom doesn’t trust her, hard to contact

                                            >B:Rarity

                                            Pros: Has cash and general independence

                                            Cons: won’t shut up, is prone to hysterics

                                            >C:Twilight

                                            Pros: Kiss ass, might be able to science your mom back to normal

                                            Cons:She’s your fucking stalker and autistic enough to do less than ethical experiments

                                            >D:Fluttershy


                                            Pros:Good with animals, wouldn’t be too weird for her to bring a horse to school

                                            Cons: Terrible with people, can barely talk to you

                                            >D: Ponka

                                            Pros:Is Pinkie Pie

                                            Cons: Is Pinkie Pie

                                            >E:Applejack

                                            Pros: Owns horses, has horse supplies, has brought a horse to school before

                                            Cons: Large tight knit family means that secrecy is going to be hard

                                            >F: Rainbow Dash

                                            Pros: Loyal?? Fast??

                                            Cons: There’s a reason she’s under ‘f’

                                            >G:Trixie

                                            Pros: Actually friends with you and will definitely respond, constantly pulls dumb bullshit where she larps as a wizard so she could easily say this a stunt

                                            Cons: Doesn’t know when to stop said dumb bullshit, people including your mom can get sick of her ‘excess charisma’

                                            >Z : Trixies communist girlfriend

                                            Pros: Sells drugs for cheap, probably has criminal experience

                                            Cons: Such a bad friend you wonder why Trixie even hangs out with her