Mommy Issues 7

“So… What’s on the agenda?” You ask, regaining your composure as you step into the warm sunlight.
>Twilight immediately pulls out a list of tasks for the day. She levitates you onto her back again and sets off towards the town square.
>”Hmm, first on our list, we’re meeting your aunties!” She says.
>You tilt your head.
“Aunties? I didn’t know you had sisters…”
>Twilight giggles.
>”Not actually, but they’re like sisters to me!” She explains.
>You’re beginning to understand what she’s saying.
>The two of you walk through the town, attracting quite the crowd.
>It seems Twilight hasn’t used her spell to hide you this time.
>You feel a slight blush growing on your face.
>Normally, you’d be fine with attention, but the fact that you now have the emotional intelligence of an orphaned child, things are a tad different.
>You bury your face in Twilight’s soft mane and close your eyes.
>It smells pleasant and homely, like a warm fire in a snowstorm.
>You mentally kick yourself for enjoying this, but don’t make any effort to change, the embarrassment is too compelling.
>There’s a chorus of dawwing and the snapping of what seems like thousands of cameras.
>Sounds like the paparazzi have arrived.
>They start to ask all kinds of questions to Twilight.
>You don’t pay attention, the scent of Twilight’s mane distracting you from listening to what’s being said.
>Suddenly, Twilight comes to a stop and you hear a door close behind you.
>The crowd seems a lot quieter that before, so you poke your head out of the Twimane.
>You’re in…
>Sugarcube corner?
>Your eyes adjust to the difference in lighting, revealing shelves and glass cabinets lined with confectionaries, cupcakes and other sweet treats.
>The fresh smell of baking fills your nostrils as you sniff the air an-
>”Twilight! There you are!” A familiar raspy voice fills the room.
>The Rainbro is here.
>Rainbow Dash was second only to Pinkie in terms of bro-ness while you were still human.
>”Sorry, the media had much more to say than I thought they would…” Twilight says, turning to face her.
>Now you see the whole gang, including Rainbow sitting around a few tables that have been pushed together to make more space to sit at.
>Pinkie’s looking bouncy as usual.
>You thought she’d be a little depressed that you were ‘gone’.
>Then again, this is Pinkie we’re talking about.
>”Of course they did, darling! The newest Princess has just produced an heir to the throne, albeit not through the most orthodox of means.” Rarity stands and trots over to look at you, “And isn’t she the cutest little heir imaginable, what’s your name, dearest?”
>Her mentioning of Twilight’s methods make you realise that you actually have two options here.
>You could say your name and do as Bookhorse expects of you.
>Or you could expose her, Pinkie will definitely believe you, and the others will definitely believe her.
>You consider your choices.
>You have promised her to ride it out.
>But since when have you honored your promises?
>She’d be disappointed in you!
>No. You aren’t just gonna sit around and let Twilight push you around
”G-Green Hornet…” You mutter softly.
>What’s that all about?
>You literally just told yourself that you wouldn’t succumb to this BS spell.
>”Sorry, dear? We didn’t quite hear you…” Rarity smiles at you softly.
“G-G-G-Green Hornet!” You stutter, loud enough to be heard this time.
>”That’s a nice name, my name is Rarity,” The white pony nods, before pointing at each of the ponies sitting at the table in turn, “These ponies are Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash.”
>That’s right, they’ve never met you before.
>Okay, let’s try again, you’ll tell the girls what Twilight’s done and everything will go back to normal.
“W-We learnt about you in school! Y-You guys are the El-a-ments of Harmony, right?” You say.
>Why’d you mis-pronounce it?
>Why can’t you say what you want to say?
>Why doesn’t this feel as bad as it should?
>”... Seat” Applejack said something to you, but you missed it, lost in thought.
>Twilight nudges you and you immediatly snap back to the present moment.
“A-Ah, excuse me, Miss Applejack?” You say.
>The rest of the table giggles as Applejack shakes her head.
>”Y’all don’t gotta call me ‘Miss’, just Applejack is fine,” She says, the rest of the group nods in agreement as the farmer pulls out a tall chair suitable for fillies and motions for you to hop up, “Though if y’all do insist on a fancy title, ‘Auntie Applejack’ is mighty fine.” She whispers as you hop up next to her.
>Twilight sits in an empty chair next to you, calming you a little, much to your chargin.
>There’s a short silence, the sound of a whirring oven is the only sound that rings through the bakery.
>”So…” Begins Rarity, “You mentioned school, did you like school in Manehattan?” She asks, trying to make conversation.
>Shit.
>You have no cover story, you got thrown into this situation with no time to prepare.
>Even so, your mouth runs on autopilot once more.
“Well… I didn’t go for very long before the orphanage started to take out the older foals ‘cause we had no money, we had to go collect donations instead…”
>What the fuck?
>This isn’t what you would have said or done. Too soppy, to many further questioning options, it’s like you’ve never bullshitted before!
>Your words make everyone in the room look at each other awkwardly, before looking back at you with sympathy in their eyes.
>Time to take over.
>You struggle to overcome the spell’s effects for just a moment.
“But while I did go there, we had tons of fun! I love learning!” You say. Mentally patting yourself on the back for a job well done.
>”Th-That’s great! Twilight loves to teach, I’m sure you’ll have even more fun learning from her!” Rarity forces an optimistic response.
>Shit, you’re gonna have to learn from Twilight aren’t you.
>She was bad enough when she only came up to your thigh without being twice your size.
>Wait.
>You’re going back to being a human in a week, you won’t have to learn sugar-all.
>Shit. You meant shit.
>Anyways, no problemo. Just get to the end of the week and tell Mommy that-
>Twilight, it’s just Twilight.
>You’re getting worse, much worse.
>You don’t want to get worse.
>At least you think you don’t.
>It’s confusing, too confusing, what even led to this?
>You start crying again.
>No, you don’t want that.
>You’re bawling now.
>Back in the real world, the other six ponies at the table are looking very concerned.
>”M-Maybe we shouldn’t have been so forward, s-she’s only just been adopted and so much has happened, it must be awfully confronting…” Fluttershy stutters.
>”Sorry girls, I guess I was a little too eager to introduce her to all of you, do you mind?” Twilight asks as she trots towards the kitchen with you floating in her magical grasp.
>The rest of the mares at the table nod, muttering amongst themselves as Twi carries your curled up, sobbing form into the kitchen.
>”Are you alright?” She asks, “We can go home if you want, you can play with that dollhouse again! You’d like that, right?”
>You shake your head.
“I-I’m a… I-I’m a… I-I’m a freak!” You say, tears muddling your speech.
>Twilight holds you closely, immediately sending warm tingles down your spine.
>”Green Hornet, you are not a freak, whatever gave you that idea?”
“I-I don’t know how to feel! I-I’m not sure what I even am anymore!” You say as you push Twilight away unsuccessfully.
>”Aww… Don’t worry about those things! Right now, you’re my daughter, at least until the end of the week.”
“Th-That’s just it, I d-don’t know if I can make it til the end of the week, there are too many thoughts, a-and feelings!”
>”Okay, then I’ll let you decide now.” Twilight says, the spell to reverse the transformation materializing in front of her, “Green Hornet, or Anon. Which name do you prefer?” She asks.
>You think for a moment.
>Which name?
>Anon feels so far away, like a distant memory that you want to forget.
>Green Hornet sounds so unfamiliar, like it’s not entirely your name.
>But it is your name.
>Mommy said so.
>You don’t even correct yourself before you say.
“G-G-Green Hornet.”
>Twilight nods, before tearing the spell into millions of scraps of paper and teleporting them away.
>”Green Hornet it is then.”
>For the first time since you got turned into a small horse, everything made sense.
>You feel at peace in Mommy’s embrace, her warmth is exactly how it should be. Her scene is intoxicatingly comforting, her voice is familiar in ways you never knew.
>Mommy hugs you tighter, wiping your tears away as you grin up at her.
>After a few moments, Twilight releases you.
>She helps you onto your hooves, and heads for the door back to the shop floor.
>She snorts like an earth horse, you used to wonder why the ponies did this with their kids, but now, it makes perfect sense.
>You obey her command and follow her through the door.
>You step into Sugarcube Corner as Green Hornet, heir to the throne of the princess of friendship, and daughter of Twilight Sparkle.