Anon and Twimom.

>I feel like writing this with Anon as a young adolescent displaced in the world.
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>"Anon! Come on, you're gonna be late for school!"
>You hear the door swing open as Twilight walks in and levitates your bag.
>"Get out of bed! We are NOT doing this again!"
>Her hooves grab the sheets and yank them off, leaving you in your pajamas.
>You grumble and slowly sit up.
"I don't feel good."
>Twilight cocked a brow, rolling her eyes.
>"It didn't work yesterday, and it won't work today, mister! Get changed! Cheerilee has only so much patience for obnoxious colts!"
"But I'm not a colt, Mom!"
>You curl up your knees and rest your head on them.
>Twilight softens her attitude at your remark.
>"Were the other foals teasing you again?"
"...Yes."
>She looks a bit upset.
>"Who was it?"
"Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon."
>"Those fillies are nothing but trouble! I told you don't worry about them."
>You sigh and slowly get out of bed, moving into your small closet to change into your school clothes.
>Twilight is waiting at your door to lift your bag over your shoulder.
"Mom, why am I different?"
>Twilight freezes, looking at you.
>"Well, you're just special."
"But, I'm not a pony."
>"Is that why they were teasing you?"
>You nod.
>Twilight gives a sigh, moving her head to push you toward your bed.
>You move and sit with her.
>"I think we should talk about this..."
>Twilight brings a hoof around you and pulls you against her gently.
>You curl against her for comfort.
>"Anon, you're clever... You know-"
"Y-You're not my real mom."
>Twilight looks like she's been wounded by the truth of the statement.
>"Yes, hon. I'm not your biological mother. But I'm still your mother!"
>You hug around her and squeeze, burying your face against her neck.
>"I wasn't sure when Princess Celestia first told me to raise you as if you were my own foal... She said since I was doing well with Spike a human should be like graduating to the next level..."
>You look up to her as her hoof comes down to rub your hair.
>"We found you when you were just a baby. I had read books, talked to other mares, I thought I was prepared to be a good mother, for you."
>Twilight looks sad.
>"It was a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. I had no idea how it could seem so simple but be so complex."
>You lower your head and pull in against her.
>Her foreleg tugs you tightly.
>"But I did my best to raise you like any other pony. Like Spike, it doesn't matter if you're not a pony. You're still my little colt."
"You're a great mom..."
>Twilight smiles as a tear runs down her cheek.
>"And you're a good son, Anon. Don't think for a second I don't love you any different."
>You feel a tug in your chest as you both begin leaking tears.
>"And don't let anypony think that I won't protect my foal if they try any funny business."
"They called me a 'biped' and say I'll never have a cutie mark."
>Twilight rubs your cheek.
>"Hey, buck up. Don't be ashamed of who or what you are. Bipedal organisms are amazing! And you might not get a mark, but that doesn't mean you're not naturally really good at something."
>You turn your head up to look at her again, sniffling a bit.
>"Princess Celestia gave me some books about humans. Things they've done, amazing accomplishments. All without magic! That's what's the most fascinating!"
"Like what?"
>Twilight shifts off your bed, trotting over to a bookcase. You never did read through some of the odd looking books, but the Daring Do spines that lined the shelves were worn to shreds.
>She brings a large encyclopedia over, flipping open to a few marked pages.
"What's that?"
>"That's the Apollo 11 Lunar Lander. Your people went to the moon in a big ship, all the way up in the sky!"
>You recall the legends and old made tales she used to tell you when you were younger.
"Did they find Nightmare Moon up there?"
>Twilight shook her head.
>"No, but they were the first humans to ever leave Earth and bring back something from space. We ponies haven't even done that yet!"
>You get a welling up of self esteem as you continue talking with your mom about things humans have accomplished.
"Earth... That's where I'm from?"
>Twilight winces.
>"It's... Where most humans come from. To be honest, sweetie, we don't know how you came to be in Equestria."
>You frown.
>"But it was one of the best things to ever happen to me."
>You feel tears welling up again as she gives you a firm hug.
>"Hey now, don't want you going to school all puffy eyes and sniffling."
>You wrap your arms around her neck and squeeze.
"I love you, Mom."
>"I love you too, son."
>Twilight teleports you to school after making sure you look good.
>You wonder why she makes you walk like everypony else when she can just poof here and there.
>You pass Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon on the way inside, keeping your eyes forward with your chin up.
>Cheerilee moved your desk up to the front, so she can keep a watchful eye and shush any bullying.
>It didn't exactly help, but it was definitely nice to have a bit of support away from Twilight.
>DT and SS still manage to be little twats to you despite the move.
>You do your best to just sit there and not feed it.
>Later at recess, you sit at the bench reading one of the books Twilight had given you.
>It was a little difficult muddling through some of the words, but then again what fucking ten year old tries to 'read' an encyclopedia?
>Twi's little colt, that's who, mother fucker.
>You're sure you've got a bunch of new words to ask Twilight about when you get home.
>Suddenly, fillies.
>You look up to see Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo hop up on the bench opposite you.
>AB "Hey, Anon, we were wonderin'."
>SB "Since you don't have a cutie mark either, do you wanna join our club?"
"But I'm not a pony."
>SL "So?"
"I won't ever have one."
>AB "But you must have somethin' yer good at that you don't know about, yet!"
>SL "Yeah, you haven't even tried stuff! You might have some secret powers or something, even!"
>You get a little warm fuzzy feeling inside as the trio start bickering over what you might be good at.
"Okay!"
>The three fillies freeze.
>SL "Okay what?"
>They forgot already. Cute.
"I'll join your group. It sounds like fun!"
>Resume fillies cheering and making a ruckus talking at a mile a minute about all the fun things they're gonna do together.
>Cheerilee calls you all back in for class.
>You find a note stuffed in the corner of your desk.
>"Biped Bookworm"
>You see DT and SS snickering off to your side a few rows back.
>Not this time.
"Ms. Cheerilee!"
>"Hmm? What is it, Anon?"
>You wave the note to her.
>She takes it in her hoof, eyes snapping up as DT and SS immediately freeze and sit properly at their desks, trying to look innocent.
>Cheerilee puts the note on her desk, then moved to the chalkboard.
>The chalk clacked on the board in the corner as an audible gasp filled the room.
>She wrote DT and SS on the board under 'PT Conference'
>DT "B-B-But Ms. Cheerilee, we didn't write the note!"
>SS "Y-Yeah, somepony else did! We'd never call Anon a biped!"
>DT threw a hoof at SS to try and shut her up.
>"Both of you, stop! I'm very disappointed in you two. I simply have no more patience for your bullying!"
>Cheerilee puts two stools in opposite corners and forces the two fillies to sit facing the walls.
>"Now then. Where were we? Oh, yes..."
>Cheerilee returns to the lesson about proper manners as you glance between the punished pair of fillies.
>Justice, at last.
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>Later that day, you were inducted into the Cutie Mark Crusaders.
>Sweetie Belle even made you a cape, albeit more like a cowl or a shawl.
>AB "Now that we got openin' ceremonies over and done with, we should get started with our next ideas fer Cutie Marks!"
>The fillies throw a hoof up with a cheer.
>You join in, late, but eager.
>The rest of the day is full of bumps, bruises, scrapes, and awkward positions as you try various activities.
>You're pretty okay at most of them, but nothing stellar.
>At least you're a little more capable than the other fillies thanks to your anatomy.
>Evening rolls around and you return home to Twilight's surprise.
>"Anon! What happened?"
>You smile brightly and hug around her neck tightly.
>Twilight takes a moment to hug back, still surprised.
"I had a great day with other ponies! And I made some real friends!"
>"I heard that you had some trouble too..."
>You nod, but give a squeeze around her.
"Yeah, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were really mean, but Cheerilee made them sit in the corner."


>Times like this made you wish for everything to stop.
>Three days of this living hell.
>Twilight had a quill writing a log of your bodily occurrences, sneezing, vomiting, any major symptoms.
>She also had a stack of books nearby, some medically relevant, others for your amusement.
>You were out of school for the second day this week, a high fever and chills keeping you bedridden among your other symptoms. It was some kind of flu, but how you got sick was the true mystery.
>Without other humans how could you have caught a virus?
>Twilight's research was mixed between bringing your small trays of food throughout the day, some warm soup and bread with cool ginger ale.
>He bedside manner was less than maternal, however, fascinated by your illness.
>"Do you think you can do a run on the treadmill so I can get a reading on your heart rate? I need to stress your body for data!"
"M-Mom please... It hurts to exist."
>Twilight gives a frown, setting down the notepad.
>She was still having some trouble shifting into mother mode when new things happened with your body.
>Getting so sick you could hardly move was new.
>Twilight's horn began to glow and you felt yourself lifting, her magic bringing you up enough for her to tuck you in.
>"Try to get some rest, Anon."
"Thanks, Mom."
>You see her horn flicker for a moment as your eyes fall heavy, then nod off to sleep.