Title:           Mommy Issues 2
Author:          AllOfMyRegret
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First Edit:      Friday 5th of February 2016 12:17:17 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 5th of February 2016 02:27:59 PM CDT

>Twilight carried you into the dining hall and placing you on a chair raised by a stack of books.
>”We’ll get a higher chair made up for you, but for now you’ll have to use this one, alright?” She says, still talking to you as if you were a child
>Which you were
“Or, you could just change me back before I let the princesses know that you used magic on me.” You say as threateningly as possible in your current form.
>Twilight giggled.
>”The princesses were the ones who let me do this to you, silly filly! I would never have done it if they hadn’t let me!” She explains, looks like they won’t be helping you anytime soon, “Now, as for what happened, you worked out what I did, which makes it easier! Now, as for what happens from here on out, the old Anon got insanely drunk, and headed into the Everfree Forest, where he unfortunately encountered a pack of Timberwolves, he will be sorely missed.” She explains.
“No one’s gonna believe that.” You say matter-of-factually.
>”The old you was enough of a nuisance that they’ll believe anything so long as he’s gone.” She replies, dropping  her patronizing tone for a moment.
>After thinking about what you did to the ponies while you were a human, you agree, but refuse to admit that Bookhorse is right.
>”Now, as for you, my poor, poor filly...” Twilight regains her tone, “I felt so sorry after seeing you on the sidewalk, forced to beg for cash to fund your orphanage’s continued operation, that I decided to adopt you there and then, and I promise to be the best Mommy possible for my new little girl~” She explains, she’s obviously been planning this for a while.
“You disgust me.”
>”I also promise to make sure that I fix your damaged mental state, after being thrust into the world by your abusive caregivers, analysis showed that you had depression and Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder, so I’ll ask that ponies around town excuse any outbursts you may have.”
“You aren’t fixing shit.” You state, adamant that though you’re in a different body, you’re still your own human-filly.
>Twilight looks at you with a slightly angry stare.
>”Now now, what did I tell you about saying bad words, young filly?” She asks, “I know all of this is a big shock, but I’m beginning to lose my patience with you.” There’s a slight anger in her voice as she looks down on you and you suddenly realize that she is now quite a bit larger than you.
>You shut up and allow her to continue.
>”Also, as the daughter of the Princess of Friendship, you are also considered a princess, though in training.”
‘Shit, that could mean something like responsibility’ You think.
>It’s all looking rather bleak to you at the moment, and you hope that it’s just a bad dream which you’ll wake up from at any moment.
>”This means it’s my job to teach you all of the things you’ll need to know before you ascend to my throne!” She says, exited by the prospect of teaching a filly of her own, “I also get to teach you magic!” She adds, pointing to your forehead.
>Your hoof feels around for a moment, until it hits a long hard cylinder with groves encircling it, your horn.
>There’s one plus in the infinite sea of negatives, at least.
>“Do you have any questions?” Purplehorse asks.
”Yeah, when do I turn back?”  You deadpan.
>“Oh Nonny,  I couldn’t change you back even if I wanted to!”
>What.
>“The only reason I could change you into a filly, was because I knew everything about being a filly, I honestly wouldn’t have minded a cute little colt too, but seeing as I don’t have the knowledge of a colts uh...” Twilight looks for a filly-appropriate word, “Parts, I couldn’t guarantee that something wouldn’t have happened to you, so a filly was all I could manage!” She explains.
>You’re shocked, no words can explain all the information you’ve been given, your life’s been stripped away from you, you’ve undergone a sex and species change, and now your mom is a horse.
>You feel something in your eyes, a few tears roll down your face as it all sinks in.
>“Now, do you have any othe-” Twilight notices you crying, “Oh Anon... I’m sorry, this must be so much to take in, but please trust me, it’s for the best...”
”For the best?! This is for the best?!” You scream, tears freely flowing now.
>“Yes Anon, it really is, you get to restart and get a good chance at life here-”
”I hate you! I hate you so much! Just die!” You continue, this is the first time in a long time that you’ve cried, had your mental state been any better, you would have wondered if it was a side effect of the spell.
>Twilight looks honestly hurt, her face softening as she levitates you into a hug.
>You struggle against her magic, but nothing can be done as she wraps her warm hooves around you and strokes your mane softly.
>It’s... Calming?
>“There there, I’ll help you through all this, alright, I promise you’ll like it soon enough...” Her voice too, it’s motherly and warm, it makes you feel...
>No.
>You shake free of those feelings.
>She took everything you had away from you.
>But you are tired...
>Maybe best to sleep for now, and deal with it in the morning...
>Your sobbing slows and your vision fades as you fall asleep softly.
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>You wake up to familiar surroundings.
>Pink walls.
>Pink sheets.
>Smell of strawberries.
>No sounds of hooves yet.
>You use this silence to take stock of what your past day or so has been like.
>You regressed in age.
>You lost your junk.
>You got magic, so that’s alright you guess.
>Bookhorse in now your mother.
>You can’t eat bacon any more.
>Oh yeah, everyone thinks you’re dead.
>All in all, pretty crap.
>You feel tears welling up again.
>Rolling over in your bed, you see one of those tissue boxes designed for kids, with the crayon drawings and smiling sun.
>You reach out to grab a tissue, which you don’t know how to do just yet.
>Attempt one, no luck.
>Seems just touching it doesn’t work.
>You try focusing on your hoof, maybe it’s a kind of magic?
>Attempt two, no dice.
>You finally try just using it like a human hand.
>It... kinda works? Maybe there’s some sort of technique to it.
>You manage to dab your eyes a few times before it falls to the bed.
>You feel like a newborn child.
>You’re gonna need all kinds of things done for you now, or at least until you manage to work out how to do things on your own.
>A fresh shipment of tears arrives.
>Just then, the door opens softly, seems Twilight’s arrived.
>You turn, and it’s not Twilight?
>It’s Spike.
>You aren’t sure if he knows or not.
>“Hey, you’re Green Hornet right?” He says, walking up to your bed, he’s obviously out of the loop.
“Y-Yeah...” You say, Green Hornet is obviously the name Twilight chose for you.
>”Are... You okay? You look like you’ve been crying...” He says.
“I-I’m fine! I just get bad dreams sometimes...” You mutter, you figure that Spike won’t trust you saying that you’re actually who you are, and it might put you in shit with Twilight, which is really not what you need right now.
>”Do you need anything? I can bring you some water or something if you want.” He asks.
“N-No, I’m okay” You stammer out, feeling somewhat... Nervous about talking to him? Odd...
>“Alright then, yell if you need something, it was nice meeting you!” He says, before heading out the door and closing it.
>You lay there for about ten more minutes, trying to pick up tissues to wipe your eyes and blow your nose.
>You eventually work out a semi-solid technique for holding things.
>This makes you feel good, now you know you aren’t too incompetent that you have to spend years relearning basic functions.
>You now gain another objective, walking.
>Shimmying out of your sheets, you use your hooves to commando-crawl over to the edge of your bed, where you swing your hind legs over the edge.
>Here goes.
>You push yourself off, but forget that you now stand on four legs, and lose your balance, falling flat on your face.
>Good start.
>You manage to kind of stand up, wobbling in the same way you did earlier.
>After gaining your balance, you almost step forward in the same way as before.
> You don’t make the same mistake twice.
>You do make another mistake as you try lifting your right hind leg and your left foreleg up, and pushing them together.
>You stumble, trying to regain your already shaky balance and bumping your horn on the nightstand next to your bed.
>It’s really sensitive, like a green funny bone on your forehead.
>You yelp, falling over again, this time knocking the nightstand over too.
>You obviously made quite the racket, as Twilight bursts into the room.
>”Green Hornet! Are you alright!”
>It seems there are a lot more tears where the last ones came from, you swear you weren’t this much of a pussy as a human.
“I-I was trying to w-walk and I hit my horn!” You wail as Twilight picks you up, hugging you like she did earlier.
>You recognize the feelings from earlier and squirm to escape her grasp, your pain leaving you as quickly as it came.
>She drops you and you roll away, seeing as your balance isn’t quite good enough to run.
“You st-stay away! Y-You keep making me feel like that and it’s sick! Sick!” You shout, attributing it to some kind of magic.
>”Feel how?” Twilight asks, perplexed by your outburst.
“You know what I mean bitch! You’re playing with my emotions or something, I dunno, but it’s fucking sickening!” You feel nothing but rage now as you scream at her.
>Twilight isn’t impressed.
>”Green Hornet! You I’ve mentioned this three times before, and I will not tolerate it, you must not swear, especially at me or anypony else!” She says, stamping her hoof and picking you up firmly in her magic.
>She moves you over to your bed, placing your forelegs up on it and flicking your tail aside as she raises her hoof.
>You look back to see her prepare to spank you, before she forces your head to look forward.
>You brace yourself for the impact, but none comes.
‘Maybe she decided not to?” You wonder for a moment, softening your rump before her hoof strikes you, cracking on your flank as a searing pain spreads across your behind.
>You scream. Loud.
“What the fuck? That hurt!” You yell, bad idea.
>”Each time you swear, I add two more spanks, you were going to get five so you’re at seven right now,  only six left.” She says in a harsh yet strangely loving tone.
>She spanks you again almost instantly, leaving you no time to prepare, this time on the other side of your flank.
>It hurts, but you resolve that she‘ll give up if it has no effect on your behavior, you’ll make her find a way to turn you back by rebelling, she can’t stand you forever.
“Try me bitch! I can take a spanking from a cunt like you!”
>”Another two, remember this carries over to any future spankings. You still have seven left”
>You’re already prepared for the spank this time, but you expected her to go for the other side of your rump, which she didn’t.
>You swear again as the pain doubles on your still-sensitive ass.
“Eight left, I know what you’re trying here, I’m not going to stop until you run out of spanks.”
>She’s completely serious, it seems.
>You are determined though.
>The pain continues until you rack up 18 spanks, it’s at that point that your will breaks.
>You bite your lip as she spanks you 17 times, different locations, different ass cheeks.
>It’s agony, this is your first spanking since you were a human child, you forgot this pain.
>It’s not welcome.
>She counts down from 16.
>”16, 15, 14...” The counting too, throws you off, she doesn’t say the number as she hits you, she’s crafty, but what did you expect coming from one of the smartest ponies in Equestria, “3, 2 and 1“ She finishes hitting you and levitates you onto your bed.
>”There, we’re finished, wasn’t too bad now was it?” She asks.
‘Yes it was, bitch’ You think to yourself, you’d say it out loud, but right now you can’t deal with any more.
>You may have lost the battle, but you won’t lose the war.
>”And I hope you’ve learned your lesson.” She adds as she wipes your spank-induced tears with a tissue, “Now, you were trying to walk? That’s very good of you, sweetie, I’m glad you’re trying to learn without my prompting! Maybe you’ll even take after Mommy with your studies too!” She says, her previous stern tone completely gone.
“Y-Yeah, I was trying to learn how to walk...” You say, figuring you’ve got nothing to lose by admitting it.
>”That’s great!” Spike should be back soon, how about we walk out to the dining hall and get ready for dinner?” She asks,  floating you onto your hooves.
>You wince as your flank moves to place your hind legs on the ground.
>”Oh! Just this once, I’ll help you with the pain so that we can get to learning, but don’t expect me to heal you next time.” Twilight says, taking away some of the pain with her magic, making it so you can move around to get your balance, “Now, watch me, I’ll show you how to do it, ready?” She asks before slowly trotting forward until she reaches the door.
>You watch intently, studying every one of her movements.
>She smiles at you.
>“Think you can do it?” She inquires.
“O-Of course!” You reply.
>”Okay then, go ahead, I’ll catch you if you fall so don’t worry!” She says, watching you carefully.
>You try to mimic her motions with one hoof, promptly falling as you forget about the other ones.
>As promised, Bookpone catches you and sets you right.
>”Remember your other hooves too, dear!” She giggles.
“D-Don’t laugh at me!” You scrunch your nose at her almost instinctively.
>”Of course not!” She says, “Do you wanna try again?” She asks.
>You nod, before trying again and failing.
>This process goes on until you manage to take one step forwards.
“Yeah!” You exclaim as you regain your balance.
>Twilight squees proudly.
>”Good girl!” She congratulates, you feel elation as she does so, another one of her spells, no doubt, at the moment though, you don’t really care too much as you bask in the glory of your achievement, “You’ll be walking backwards in no time! Care to try another?” She asks.
“You bet!” You say before confidently stepping out.
>And falling over.
>The process starts again.