Title:           Mommy Issues 3
Author:          AllOfMyRegret
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First Edit:      Friday 5th of February 2016 09:51:30 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 5th of February 2016 09:51:30 PM CDT

>It takes you 45 minutes to get anywhere close to walking properly, but you finally manage to walk across the room, albeit very slowly.
>Twilight keeps encouraging you with pet names and cutesy one-liners.
>It disgusts you how good it feels to be congratulated like this, but you keep going anyways, you need to be able to walk.
>You reach the end of the room, facing Twilight, who pulls you into a tight hug, much to your discomfort.
>”Ah! Good job sweetie, I’m so proud of you!” She exclaims, setting you back down.
>The butterflies in your stomach return.
“Yeah yeah, whatever.” You say dismissively, Twilight takes no notice of your tone and sets you back on your hooves.
>”Spike should be home soon, should we go get ready for dinner?” She asks rhetorically, opening the doors and heading into the corridor.
“I’m good, thanks.” You don’t want to do as she says, fearing that it may make you sick with feelings towards her.
>Your belly has other plans, it seems, as it growls loudly.
>”Now now, young fillies need a healthy breakfast, lunch, and dinner to grow up big and strong!” Twilight says, you wonder where she’s getting all this experience with parenting, as she seems to be rather good at making you do what she says.
>Probably more mind tricks.
>You follow along, suddenly aware that you hadn’t eaten all day.
>Trotting down the corridor shakily, you enter the dining hall.
>Everything looks so different from your new height.
>The tip of your horn barely reaches the bottom of the table, you could probably lower your head slightly and walk from one end to the other with ease.
>The raised chair is still there, it stops at eye level, you could probably jump up, if you knew how.
>Twilight’s magic grabs you and sets up on the seat while she giggles.
>You notice the reason she’s taken so well to this parenting thing all of the sudden.
>Some twenty-five books on parenting were laying on the table, with a chart in the middle.
>Seems she’s been planing out exactly how to respond to anything.
>She notices you staring and quickly teleports it all away somewhere.
>You deadpan at her.
>She blushes and looks away.
>You sit in silence for a moment, before Spike walks in, arms laden with food and scrolls.
>You’ve always wondered how he carries all that stuff around.
>”Hi Spike!” Twilight says, trying to change the subject from her pile of parenting books.
>”Hey Twilight,” Spike replies from behind the pile of stuff, “I’m gonna go start making dinner, got something extra special in mind for Green Hornet’s first time eating with us as a family!” He says.
>Spike’s always been good at cooking, so you’re exited to see what he makes.
>Though you doubt that meat will be on the menu.
>”That’s great! We just have one or two more things to talk about out here, so take your time!” Twilight says.
>Spike walks off into the kitchen to prepare your meal.
>”Now, Green Hornet, I noticed that just before, you mentioned something about ‘feelings’?” She begins, “What were you talking about?”
>Seems she’s still playing dumb.
“You know what I was talking about! That... magic!” You say.
>”Magic? What magic? I haven’t used anything other than the spell to change your form and levitatio-” She stops herself, “Unless...” She says before teleporting out of the room.
>The room is silent for a moment, before purple light fills the room and Twilight reappears, holding an aged scroll in her magical grip.
>She reads it for a moment. Her eyes widen, a grin spreading across her face before her expression snaps into a clearly professional one.
>”This is the spell which allowed me to make you into the filly you are now,” She explains, before beginning to read from the scroll, “To change one’s age along with the spell, you must re-age the being involved, starting from a newborn child up until they are the age which you would like them to be. This means that all natural processes of aging will occur in the right way, but may have some side effects.” She finishes reading and rolls the scroll back up.
>You don’t get where she’s going with this.
“What’s your point?” You ask, bored of her rambling.
>”Well, when a foal is first born, they instinctively form a mother-child relationship with the first female they see, this is a remainder from when we ponies were still sentient, but not sapient.” She elaborates, you begin to understand what’s happening to you, “Do you know what this means?” She asks.
>Twilight was the first pony you saw when you woke up as a filly.
>She’s literally your mom now.
“Oh fu- damn” You catch yourself without thinking about it.
>Twilight is beaming, she gets up and jumps around the room happily.
>pic related. (TwilightSparkleYes.gif)
>You, on the other hand.
>You are not a happy filly.
>Just when you thought things couldn’t get worse, this shit had to go and rear it’s ugly head.
>You feel like you’re going to cry again.
>Twilight stops bouncing and trots over to you.
>”Hey, don’t worry, I promised you’ll like your new life, right?” Her voice is empathetic, and though you know why and try to resist it, it’s very calming and warm, “If you absolutely hate it, I can try work out a way to change you back, but give it 2 weeks, I’m sure you’ll warm up to it.” She reasons with you.
>Two weeks, doesn’t seem one-hundred percent unbearable, then all you have to do is tell her and she’ll fix you.
“O-Okay. But at the end of it, you’ll change me back, right?” You ask.
>”If I can, and you want me too, I will, I pinkie promise.” She says, doing the motions for one of Pinkie Pie’s notorious pacts.
>You nod, sitting in silence for a while before Spike comes out of the kitchen with your dinner.
>It’s... Hayburgers?
>You’ve seen these around before, Twilight loved them, but you never saw the appeal.
>Now, however.
>You mouth watered as the burger is placed in front of you.
>Each ingredient has its own unique smell.
>Ketchup.
>Onions.
>Pickles.
>Strangely enough though, the best smell of them all is the hay.
>You suppose this is because you’re now a horse.
>Twilight smiles at Spike as he places the food down in front of you.
>”Ooh! Thank you so much Spike!” She says, before turning to you, “Green Hornet, did you ever have Hayburgers in Manehattan?” She asks you, obviously expecting you to pull something out of your plot.
“N-No Miss Twilight, I’ve never had one before!” You say, hoping that it’s the kind of response Twilight’s looking for.
>”Then this’ll be a great first time for you, Spike makes the best Hayburgers around!” She says, nodding at you softly as Spike smirks.
>”Well, I’m sure I’m not the /best/, but I’d say I’m pretty good, I was taught by Canterlot’s top chefs, after all~” He says.
>If he was anything other than a baby dragon, his boastfulness wouldn’t be as endearing, for sure.
>”Well, dig in!” He encourages, watching you intently.
>You realize that you now have a second issue.
>You still aren’t sure how to pick things up.
>You remember what it is you did earlier to  pick up a tissue, and try applying it to your current situation.
>It doesn’t work.
>The burger falls out of your hooves before you can get it to your mouth.
>Luckily it doesn’t fall apart, that would have created more hassle than you needed.
>You blush as Twilight giggles at your struggles.
>Not helping.
>You scrunch your nose at her, prompting her to laugh more
>Spike looks confused, not quite sure what to make of what’s going on.
>You come up with a new temporary system to hold the burger.
>You pick it up in the same way as before, but this time you slide your hooves under the burger after you raise it off the plate, balancing it on top of your hooves.
>Spike looks satisfied, as you manage to take a bite of your burger.
>Crisis averted.
>The burger tastes as great as it smells, each ingredient perfectly defined and filling your mouth.
>The pickles are slightly sour, counteracted by the sweetness of the ketchup, the onions are tangy, but not raw, and the hay...
>The hay is the most amazing thing you’ve ever tasted.
>It’s indescribable.
>As if a gourmet chef had taken residence in your mouth and is paying you in flavor.
>You hastily take another bite.
>And another.
>And another.
>https://youtu.be/FSswEzWJdWo?t=6s
>You quickly finish the hayburger.
>Your muzzle and hooves are no longer green, as ketchup has soaked into your fur.
>Twilight finished hers a while before you did, and watched you eat with a dopey grin on her face.
>”Someone was hungry~” She teases as she levitates a napkin to your mouth, cleaning your face of ketchup.
>You grin sheepishly, “Y-Yeah... I-I haven’t had a meal like that since well... Ever... We only had oats and bread at the orphanage...” You say, you figure that if you can get enough feels from Spike, he’ll forget about your awkward method of eating.
>Spike’s expression softens, looks like your bullshit had the desired effect.
>“How about we clean you up before bedtime, it’s quite late, you must be getting sleepy, right?” Twilight asks, picking you up in her magic and heading for the washroom.
>You notice that you are a little sleepy, even though the clock on the wall only says it’s eight o’clock.
>Must be the fact that you’re a little kid now.
>How old were you, even?
>You’ll ask when you get away from Spike.