Title:           Pone Amom - Transformation/Slice of Life (Anon & Anon)
Author:          Nonnynon
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First Edit:      Wednesday 11th of November 2015 06:01:59 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 28th of February 2016 09:49:24 PM CDT

>You came to Equestria as a a human male.
>Immediately taken in, Twilight invited you to stay with her.
>Month of endless questions would slowly become magical experiments.
>Then one day. poof.
>You were the cute little mare.
>Another few months trying to change you back with no avail.
>You simply accepted your new life.
 
>Many years pass.
>You're no longer cute and little, but mature and maternal.
>You lived on your own. Life full of normal pony experiences.
>You tried your now hoof with both mares and stallions. The latter taking longer to accept.
>You were happy and peaceful, happy to just transitioned into normal pony life.
 
>Then one day there was news of another human in Equestria.
>Another human male.
 
=
 
>Memories flushed back to you, how scared and lost you were upon arriving.
>Then you remember Twilight.
>And her magic.
>Rushing immediately to her now castle, you ask for an audience.
>After a days of papers and counsels, the new human is now under your custody on the grounds that you've been in his shoes.
 
>On the walk home, you come to know that he's a bit..... Odd.
>He was pretty dorky. Seemingly over enthused at everything. Somewhat aloof.
>You might have titled him a 'faggot' way back when, but that just isn't who you are anymore.
>He's your human and now you're going to take care of him. More specifically keep him away from Twilight.
 
>The two of you exchange pleasantries over the evening, getting to know each other better.
>Bringing in warm tea and some recently baked cookies had him smiling the whole evening.
>It was nice to take care of him. It felt right.
>Motherly even.
 
=
 
>Bed time was always a delight for you.
>Even though he couldn't be older than seventeen, he enjoyed you reading him stories from this world.
>It came on as a joke at first. You sarcastically reading him one of your favorites. Both of you would soon get caught up in the story.
>He laid under the covers slowly dozing off while you happily reading , laying atop the covers right next to him.
>You'd finish a chapter, hop off the bed and pull up the covers over him.
>Since you used your mouth, he'd always make a quick pet a top your head.
>You wanted to tell him you weren't an animal, but you'd be technically wrong.
>After many nights, the reading session would end with you lightly kissing him upon his head.
>You two were becoming very close.
>You loved it.
 
=
 
>Your strolls through town with your human were always a fun event.
>Sure in the beginning ponies looked at you, being once a human. Even after becoming a pony you'd get the occasional eye.
>Anon always brought on stray eyes though.
>He always kept a huge smile on though. He was just like that.
>The once slight embarrassment of everypony staring at you two would slowly becoming a beaming sense of pride.
>You were the only pony in all Equestria with a human for a so-.... Friend.
>You had to remind yourself occasionally.
>You weren't his real mother.
>You still couldn't shake the feeling though.
 
>Anon always held all the groceries on the way home.
>He was pretty strong compared to most ponies. Even when you offered to hold the bread he said no.
>He was such a nice gentleman.
>You'd never admit it, but getting older didn't inherently make you any stronger.
>You weren't THAT old though.
>You'd steal the paper bag of fruits and bread from him.
>He can't take it all on his own.
>You still need to take care of him.
 
=
 
>Days eventually became the same for you. This was okay.
>Anon even started making good friends with a few of the towns ponies.
>One of them being a very cute little mare.
>If you were any younger, that would be something you'd try to chase.
>You wonder if he'll try anything with her.
>He better use protection too.
>You're not ready to be a grandma yet...
>Not that....You know.
>You're his mom or anything.
 
>Another late night
>He still isn't home.
>You wait patiently on the couch with all the lights out.
>Clip clapping you hooves together impatiently for seemingly all night.
>The door creaks
>It's Anon.
>He creeps in, trying to stay quiet. He must be trying not to wake you.
>You reach over and press the button on the lamp.
>Both of your eyes meet.
>It's very quiet.
 
>Grounded.
>For a week.
>He tried to resist, saying I wasn't in charge of him.
>Under my roof? He better listen to me!
>So, he was grounded.
>You didn't know what exactly it meant. He had nothing of special interest to take from him. He had to come straight home after his job.
>You knew nothing to take from him, to teach him.
>Dinners were silent.
>Passing him was awkward.
>The story time ceased.
>It was a very sad week.
 
=
 
>The both of you bounced back after another week.
>Everything went back to normal. All smiles and happy times.
>Story time even started up again.
>This you were most happy about.
>You loved doing things for Anon.
>Cooking all his meals. Baking many cookies. Tucked him in.
>You loved him very, very much.
>Even his pony friend adored you.
>They all said you were the best mom ever.
>His pony girlfriend nudged and teased playfully with him.
>Anon would shy away, I would blush and try to change the subject.
>Anon was very cute when he was shy.
>Him and his miss turned out to be a very nice couple.
 
>Story time again.
>You were reading a very fluffy story. Lots of cute things were happening to the main character.
>Reading became harder over the years.
>You had glasses now.
>They made you look very mature and sophisticated.
>You'd bang you, Miss Librarian.
>You giggled.
>Anon giggled with you.
>He didn't know what you were laughing at, but he laughed anyway.
>Your laughing slowed down. These things started hurting a little more recently.
>You knew Anon could see this.
>You don't want him to see.
>To feel sorry.
>You read another two chapters before placing the book down.
Anon..... You know I love you very much, right? I'd do absolutely anything for you.
>He looks lost in thinking.
I know you miss your mother. I wish I could help you see her again. She must miss you very much. I know she would be so proud of you
>A slow tear rolls down the side of his face.
>You crawl up the bed next to him, wanting to comfort your Anon.
>You wrap your hooves around him and bring his head down to your bare pony chest.
>He cries for a good minute, you solemnly sitting still being there for him.
>Then quiet and muffled by your body. You hear the most magical beautiful words you've ever heard.
>"I....I love you, M-mom."
 
>The both of you spend the night in each other's embrace.
>He's your son.
>You're his mother.
>You're happy together.
>Everything is perfect.
 
=
 
>You're old.
>Very old.
>Many more years pass. You and your son living happily together for most of it.
>Eventually he moves out though.
>He lives with his wife now.
>His pony wife.
>She must have been very special and strong, to want a human as a mate.
>This makes you very happy. He deserves the best.
>You're special man deserves only the very best.
 
>It turned out though human and ponies can't have children together.
>At first, this made you sad, but you knew they'd figure something out.
>And then one day, right there at your door.
>Your Anon, his wife and a little filly.
>They adopted.
>A sweet little filly for you to spoil with treats and cookies.
>You baby sat now a whole lot.
>And you loved every moment of it.
>After a good few visits, you would tell her stories.
>But they weren't just any stories.
>It was your story.
>How your life was, how it changed, becoming a pony, finding Anon.
>Of course, all with different names. You need to keep the mystery.
>In the middle of a particular juicy section of the story, a searing pain shook your body.
>Suddenly you were on the floor sideways, hearing the little filly scream.
>The lights began to fade.
>Everything slowly became dark
>You.... Anon.....
 
=
 
>You've been in the hospital for a month.
>Being diagnosed with 'old' isn't fun.
>You're dying.
 
>Flowers and get well cards littered every shelf and table in the room.
>It wasn't all bad. You got to see your Anon almost every day.
>It was extremely painful to just be alive, but you worked with every ounce of your willpower to keep that smile on your face.
>You had some of your books here too.
>You'd reach for a book painfully and begin reading aloud for Anon.
>You wouldn't get very far though. Your body would just get so tired so quickly.
>Instead, Anon would read for you. All through the night sometimes.
>You don't know how you can go on. You're so powerless.
>You're supposed to be taking care of him.
 
=
 
>Exhausted from absolutely everything that's been happening, you finally come home.
>A sanctuary. A respite. Home.
>You have no idea how you made it through all of this.
>All this stress, all the strife.
>You eventually make your way to the bed and slowly lay down.
>A book was already there.
>The first book the both of you read together.
>The memories came back so fondly.
>You'll never forget what it was like.
>You don't think you could have made it without each other.
>You slowly flip through the pages, remembering how late you two read.
>How many nights.
>How many laughs.
>How much it all meant to you.
>You begin to cry.
 
>You miss her.
>Your mother.