[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.