>you are an organism residing on the plane of physical existence
>unlike a simpler creature such as a spider you are intelligent enough to know this
>though not in such a complex manner
>to put it simply
>you are
>you are aware of a sensation you cannot name
>your first thought as a conscious entity is to ponder the name of this sensation
>warm
>you don't have the time to celebrate your discovery before you forget it and everything before it
>you begin anew, but with slightly more thinking ability
>Warm
>dark
>start over
>warm
>dark
>others
>start over
>hurt
>tired
>you are thinking too much
>you fall asleep
>there is little difference
>awake
>you are aware of your awakeness because you can now see
>you see a very dull redness
>you are comforted by this despite not knowing anything of it
>suddenly light
>everywhere
>your eyes hurt
>everything is white
>there is something in front of you
>it is large and red
>mother
>this term comes from nowhere, you did not think it
>you are overwhelmed with a feeling you cannot name
>love
>as before, you did not think this, it simply came to you
>you want to make mother aware of this
>there a loud cry, it hurts your sensitive ears and you wonder why it happened
>mother smiles and leans into your face
>you feel a warm moist thing rubbing your body
>more cries
>you are being moved
>there is a fleshy thing in your face
>food
>you instinctively latch onto it and quickly fall asleep again
>you are awakened by another sharp cry
>it is much deeper and louder than your own
>"Why baybeh huwt mumma? Mumma gif nummies!" the deeper voice says
>There is a pang of sadness
>You don't know what you did but you didn't mean to, you're hungry
>You are aware of another close to you
>You realize that she is referring to the other
>something that mother said stuck with you
>baybeh
>baby
>baby what?
>the thought puts you right to sleep again
>another term comes to you while you sleep
>fluffy pony
>you are a baby fluffy pony
>you wake up in an unfamiliar place
>it is cold, rough, and has green fluff all over it
>you look down and notice a fluffy blue-gray thing on the ground near you
>you have grown substantially
>it's scary and unfamiliar, so you swing a forehoof at it
>it moves just as you try to swing
>You bite it instead
"Owshies!"
>suddenly you are lifted up into the air and placed on mother's stomach
>you forget about your dilemma with a wave of happiness
>mother has a funny face on
>"Siwwy baybeh, why huwt baybeh weggie?"
>you don't get it but soon forget it as you are placed near the fleshy food bits again
>before latching on you are aware of the other next to you again
>you finally get a good look at it
>it is a pony like you, but it is different
>instead of being gray-blue and fluffy like you it is nearly black and much more rough
>you notice it has two large white things coming from its mouth
>they look like the white things in mother's mouth when she talks but they're bigger and sharper
>you feel around your own mouth to see if you have them
>they're much smaller in your mouth
>regardless something tells you that they shouldn't be there
>all this thinking makes your head hurt, you latch on to the food spot again
>the other pony does the same
>you notice that the other does things much more slowly
>as if it's hard for him to move with those big white things
>the food spot jerks away as he latches on, it is tugged out of your mouth
>mother picks up the other pony and brings it close to her face
>she's making a scary face
>her voice is loud
>"Dummeh baybeh no geh nummies fwum mumma! Dummeh huwt mumma! Dum baybeh go 'way!" she yells
>she tosses the other violently behind her
>the sharp white things anchor it to the ground when it hits
>you can hear its cries as it tries to get up
>"Waah! Why phruffy no can moohfe?"
>You turn to mother with tears in your eyes, still scared from her yelling
"Why mumma make odda fwuffy go 'way? Why mumma lowdies? Mumma scawy!"
>mother brings you close and nuzzles you
>you are instantly comforted
>"Sowwy baybeh, scawy dum fwuffy huwt mumma, mebbeh huwt baybehs. Mumma wuv baybehs. Mumma wuv yoo!"
>this satisfies you immensely and you forget about the dumb fluffy with the weird mouth thingies
>you still want another fluffy near you
>mother sets you down in the grassies near a thing
>it has fluff on its top and is very pretty colorful
"New fwuffy? Fwend? Pway?"
>the new fluffy doesn't respond
>you have the urge to wrap your front around it tightly, and you do so
>the fluffy doesn't respond and you don't have time to do it again as you're picked up and set on mother's back
>"Siwwy fow no can gif huggies to fwowah! Huggies gif to fwuffies!" she says without turning to you
>you are about to protest when suddenly mother shifts and starts moving
>you instinctively dig deeper into her fluff where you are safe and there is less movement
>there are other fluffies here, but they don't move
>you try to give them huggies but they mewl weakly and push you away
>"No wan...huggies...wan sweepy." one says
>you curl into a ball and let out a weak cry
>you just don't know what went wrong
>you want a friend
>mother speeds up a bit
>the rhythmic movement lulls you to sleep
>as you doze off again you can hear her voice
>"Sewfis...aww nummies...Giv..mumma...baybeh miwk!"
>you are a baby
>you like milk
>maybe mother is talking to you?
>you are too tired to ponder this and go right to sleep
>your lip tingles a bit and you twitch it
>it doesn't stop and eventually wakes you up
>you open your eyes slowly and look around
>you can't find the twitching thing
>it happens again and you look down your snout
>there is a fuzzy black thing down there with many legs
>fuzzy
>it must be a pony
>you smile and open your mouth to tell mother about this exciting new discovery
"Mumma, new fwuffy fwiend hab lotsa leggies!"
>she doesn't respond but you are far too concerned with your new friend
>he's so happy he's wiggling his legs really fast
"Hewwo new fwiend!"
>it rears up
>this is going to be a fun new game!
>suddenly things get very dark
>your smile drops and you don't think you want to play this ga
>hurt
>hurt
>hurt
"Owwies! Mumma hewp!"
>you don't like this game
>without thinking, you cry out all the things that are wrong
"Dawk! Huwt! Mumma!"
>mumma will help
>fluffies will help
>anybody will help
>help
>you can't think straight or form any words so you just make noise
>it hurts too much
>the pain starts to recede
>mumma must be helping
>you can't see her, it's dark
>it's cold
>you don't like it
>you want a friend to hug you and make you warm and happy and better
>something warm is going down your face
>it reminds you of a safe place you can't remember entirely
>you like that
>you wonder where your friend with the weird mouth things went
>you think you'll ask mother if you can visit sometime
>you're getting sleepy
>maybe a nap first
>mother's fluff helps a bit but she's cold too
>why is she cold?
>your head hurts from thinking
>you sleep