Title:           Mommy Issues 5
Author:          AllOfMyRegret
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First Edit:      Friday 12th of February 2016 03:24:55 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 12th of February 2016 03:37:27 AM CDT

>You wake up snuggling Twilight in your bed.
>”Morning Sweetie!” She says, looking into your eyes and smiling.
“Morning Mommy!” You say.
>What the fuck.
>”You excited for preschool today! I hear you’re gonna be doing hoofpainting~”
“Yay! I loooove hoofpainting!” You aren’t even sure of what you’re saying anymore, your voice sounds younger than it was before.
>Have you regressed even further?
>You keep trying to scream, to call for help, but no sound comes out.
>Twilight smiles.
>"Well, I can make your fingerpainting last forever, you're getting too old for it now~" She says, her horn glowing.
>You’re panicking now.
>Everything’s getting bigger now, you’re regressing more.
>Your bed changes into a crib, with Twilight looking down on you.
>"Now we can hoofpaint forever and ever! Together, you, my little filly, and me, your protective Mommy~"
>Giggling, you grin up at her, you must be barely one year old now.
>Suddenly, there’s a wet warmness spreading underneath you.
>Twilight’s head tilts as she sniffs the air.
>”Aww, did my little sweetheart have an-”
>You wake up screaming.
>A dream, it was a dream.
>Thank fucking god.
>Twilight slams the doors open, “Hornet, are you okay!?” She asks as she rushes over to your bed.
>You latch onto her instinctively, despite still fighting the spell’s effects.
“I-I had a bad dream...” You say, out-of-character normally, but you’re too spooked to care at this moment.
>Twilight looks at you, concerned.
>”Do you wanna talk about it?” She asks.
>You nod.
“Y-You were there and then everything got bigger and my bed turned into a crib and I was a little baby and then I peed myself and-” Twilight puts a hoof over your mouth.
>”It’s okay, it was just a dream, I would never make you younger, I love you just as you are right now, alright?” Her voice calms you as she wipes away the tears from your eyes.
>As you sniffle and hug her, your nerves begin to calm.
>Then you’re reminded of why this is happening.
>You push her away, not wanting any more contact.
>She pouts for just a moment, but obliges, letting you go and lifting you off the bed and onto the floor.
>”Feeling better?” She asks.
>You nod.
>”Great!” She exclaims, starting to walk down the corridor to the dining room, “Today is packed for both of us!”
>Following after her, you wonder what she has in store for you.
>There’s a flash of purple light as Twilight materialises a checklist in front of her.
>”After breakfast, I have to run in to the town center to check up on the stage for the announcement of your arrival, you’ll stay with Spike so that no-one sees you before you’re ready.” She explains.
“What stage, what announcement?” You ask as you catch up to her.
>”Don’t worry, I’ll do all the talking, you just have to be the cute filly you are and make sure you come on out when I say so.” She says, “Then we have to go submit your adoption papers to the archives so that you’re officially a citizen of Ponyville, after that it’s...” She continues to read down the list,
>You don't really pay much attention though, thinking about the ‘announcement' or whatever.
>”And finally, we have to visit Miss Cheerilee!” You snap back to reality [spoiler]oh there goes gravity[/spoiler] as she mentions the teacher of the local schoolhouse.
“Why do we have to see her?” You ask.
>”To meet your new schoolteacher, of course!” She says, beaming down at you.
“What? I don’t need to go to school, I’ve already passed school!” You say, pouting.
>Twilight raises an eyebrow.
>”In that case, I’m sure you can tell me exactly who Princess Luna’s advisor was in the war against Discord, and which battle left him crippled for life?”
>You open, then close your mouth.
>She has a point
>Sighing, you walk into the dining hall.
>The smell of pancakes assaults your nose.
>Your mouth begins to water as you imagine what pancakes could taste like in this new body.
>Twilight giggles, your face may have given away your enthusiasm.
>You blush, exhaling sharply through your nose in annoyance.
>Spike walks out of the kitchen carrying three stacks of pancakes.
>Hot damn they looked good.
>You bounce onto your chair, watching intently as Spike places the plate in front of you along with some knives and forks.
>Noting that you are still unable to confidently grab your cutlery, you elect to go without, biting straight into the stack and taking a large chunk into your mouth.
>It was every bit as good as you thought it would be.
>The pancakes fill your mouth with their silky texture, the maple syrup dripping down your throat balancing out the sharp buttery taste.
>You wolf down the rest of the stack, covering your face in syrup and butter.
>Twilight smiles at you and immediately begins to wipe your face with a napkin.
>You scrunch your nose as she does so, prompting her to giggle lightly.
>”I need to run off to the town soon to get ready,will you be okay you stay with Spike until I get back?” She asks, finishing off cleaning your face.
>You nod, Spike’s a bro, should be pretty chill.
“Yep! I’ll be fine!”
>”Okay, you two use this time to get to know each other, you’ll be together for a while, so get along!” She says, standing and heading for the door.
>Spike looks up from his pancakes.
>”Alright! You have fun” Spike says as you both watch her leave the building.
>The door closes and Spike whips back to glare at you.
>”Alright, spill, who are you.” He demands.
“W-Whaddya mean! I’m just me!”
>”Okay ‘just me’, tell me how Twilight made it to Manehattan and back with you in the space of three hours, while Anon simultaneously disappeared into the Everfree?” He asks, seems he’s a little skeptical of Twilight’s explanation as to who you are.
>You now have three options.
>One: Run away into your room crying so he gets in shit with Twilight.
>Two: Punch him.
>Three: Bullshit.
>Option one would probably damage your relationship with him further, which wouldn’t be great seeing as he’s the only one who knows how to cook in the entire castle.
>You don’t even know how to use a fork, let alone punch a dragon without hurting yourself in the process.
>Luckily for you, bullshit is one of your many talents.
“Who in the world is this ‘Anon’? What kind of name is that?” You retort.
>”I think you know exactly who he is, I dunno what you did but he was here and now he’s not, and just when he vanishes, you show up.”
>Seems that angle isn’t going to work.
>You  roll your eyes at him.
“I don’t care what kind of crazy con-spy-race-ees you have about me, but Miss Twilight adopted me weeks ago, she was just coming to pick me up!” You intentionally mispronounce the longer words to sell your filly disguise even further.
>Spike raises an eyebrow.
>”That’s awfully coincidental…”
“Well it’s the truth!”
>Spike huffs.
>”Well, I have to entertain you so Twilight doesn’t get mad at me, so I’ll drop it for now,” The dragon says, “But don’t think I haven’t got my eye on you.” He’s kinda scary when you’re this small.
>Kinda.
>You roll your eyes again.
“Whatever.”
>He sighs.
>”Whaddya wanna do?” He asks, “Twilight bought you a bunch of weird filly toys, so if you wanna play with those, feel free.” He points to a box behind you.
>You almost tell him you don’t want to play with them, but you realize that he’s watching everything you do now.
>Between a rock and a hard place.
>Forcing a smile and trotting over to the box, pushing it open to find it filled with dolls and accessories, along with a pink dollhouse resembling a Barbie set from back home.
>You pull it out with a little effort, along with some figures and accessories.
>Seems you’re slowly getting used to picking up things,
>One of them looks a bit like you.
>You almost instinctively put the princess crown on it.
>If you’re being forced to play with this crap, you may as well make the most of it.
>At least that’s what you tell yourself.
>You take out a few more dolls as Spike sits up with a comic.
>How are you supposed to do this?
>You place the dolls in the house.
>Coming up with a narrative for the story, you begin to play out a story.
>The gardener is secretly love with the princess (you), but he’s not allowed to date you because of his social standing.
>There’s also a noblepony looking to marry the princess but she doesn’t want to marry him even though her dad wants her to.
>It’s a pretty simple and average setting which should be easy enough
>You play out the scene, adding characters as you go.
>A guard who helps the gardener.
>The noble’s maid who wants him to fail.
>The queen who wants the princess to follow her heart.
>Despite your inhibitions, you find yourself getting more and more invested into your story, rooting for your good guys and despising your bad guys, even if you’re controlling their every move.
>You must have spent more time than you realised with the playset, as Twilight strolls back into the dining hall.
>”I’m back!”
>”Hey Twlight!” Spike says, closing his comic and hopping to his feet, “Is everything ready for the big reveal?”
>”Yep!” Twilight replies, strolling over to you, “What have you got going on here?” She asks, looking up and down your dollhouse, you must have added at least ten characters at this point and you’re running out of space for all the scenes you have playing out at the same time.
>You giggle and grin sheepishly at Twilight.
>She chuckles in return and levitates you onto her back.
>”I’d love to hear about what’s going on, but we have to get to the stage!” She says, moving back towards the doors, “Are you coming, Spike?”
>”Nah, I’m okay, I already know what happened anyways” He stresses the last part of his sentence slightly, unnoticeable to Twilight, but you look back at him to see him glaring straight at you.
>His message is clear.
>Don’t mess up.
>”Alright, we’ll see you when we get back!” Twilight says, opening the doors to the outside world.
>This is it, your first time in the open as a pony.
>The light pours into your eyes as Twilight steps outside.