[Bluejay] The Game - part 2

>You are Anon.
>And it's too early for this shit.
>Is it morning already? Whatever.
>You stretch your legs, curl your hooves a bit, and--
>Wait, hooves?
>...Oh. Right.
>That happened.
>Fucking Twilight.
>Turning you into a filly for no damn reason.
>Because of her, you spent the better part of yesterday getting dragged around and spanked like a damn foal.
>And after that, she says she's not going to change you back "for a little while", however long that's supposed to be. Ugh.
>At least you made her regret that particular decision.
>Well, you did so in a way that prompted her to dress you up like a foal and put you in time-out, but, y'know. Small victories.
>And that's sort of how the rest of the day went.
>Just you and Twilight, trying to provoke each other.
>She relocates all of your stuff to a high shelf you're too small to reach, "for safekeeping"?
>You "rearrange" half her bookshelf in retaliation.
>She strips you naked and dumps you in the bathtub?
>You "accidentally" leave the faucet running and flood the whole room. (The look on her face was priceless, by the way.)
>She turns you over, pins you down, powders your bottom, forces you into a another diaper and a onesie, and puts you to bed?
>...Actually, you never managed a good counter for that one.
>And come to think of it, you're still wearing that outfit, diaper and all.
>Goddammit.
>"You're finally awake, I see."
"Hmmph."
>She hoists you into the air and pats your behind a few times.
>"So, are you going to behave yourself today, Annie?"
"Screw you, lady."
>"...I'll take that as a no."

>There's a knock at the door.
>Bookhorse sets you down and goes to answer it.
>She looks back at you and mouths: "Not a word."
>You see her freeze up as soon as she opens the door.
>"Oh! G-good morning! Heh, um, what brings you here?"
>Celestia enters.
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>The princess laughs softly.
>"Oh, I happen to have some free time this week. I thought I would drop by and say hello."
>"Y-yes, of course. Please, m-make yourself at home."
>Sunhorse obliges, making room for herself on the large couch in the main chamber.
>...Which is when she notices you.
>"Well, who do we have here?"
>You stammer.
"Me? I... um..."
>Twilight interjects.
>"Oh, her? She's s-someone I'm looking after for a bit... you know what I mean."
>"Oh, good for you, dear! She hasn't given you too much trouble, I hope?"
>She watches you for a minute or two. You try to act casual.
>Without warning, she levitates you into the air.
"H-hey! Leggo of me, you-- oof!"
>She gently taps you on the behind.
>"That's no way to speak to your elders, child."
>While sunhorse examines you, bookhorse quietly steps towards the kitchen.
>"Umm... can I interest you in anything? Tea? Coffee?"
>"Tea will be fine, dear."
>As Twilight leaves the room, Celestia continues to fawn over you.
>"Well, aren't you just the cutest little foal I've ever seen?"
>Oh, no. Nipping this in the bud right now.
"I am not. A foal."
>"Oh, really?"
>She turns you around, unbuttons your dropseat, and pokes your padded rear.
>"And I suppose you don't need to wear this, then?"
"No! She just dressed me like this to humiliate me. It's so stupid!"
>Twilight calls from the other room.
>"I heard that!"
"Shut up! You don't get to--"
>"My, aren't we a talkative little one."
"Hey! What're y-- mmph!"
>Celestia forces a pacifier into your mouth. Oh, great. Not this again.
>But then, she leans in close and whispers under her breath:
>"(Just play along for a minute, Anon.)"

>Wait, how the hell does she--
>Nevermind.
>"Excuse us for a second, Twilight. It seems like your little friend here needs someone to dress her."
>"Hmm? Oh, umm, of course."
>Ugh. A bit of privacy might be nice, but this isn't what you had in mind.
>"...And perhaps she needs a change, as well."
>Ohhhhhhellno. Not that.
>You hear bookhorse snicker from the other room.
>You're not exactly in any position to protest, so you keep quiet as Celestia carries you upstairs.
>Once you're sure Twilight's out of earshot, you spit out the pacifier.
"(Is this really necessary?)"
>"(Sorry, hon. I had to make it convincing.)"
"(sigh) (Whatever. Can you at least 'escort' me to the bathroom, first? I'd like to preserve SOME of my dignity.)"
>"(If you insist... you're still getting a change, though.) (snicker)"
>You groan in annoyance.
>She does comply with your request, but she also stays in the room as you deal with your business. So much for dignity.
>You strike up a (quiet) conversation.
"(So, anyway, um... how did you...?)"
>"(Figure you out? You look like a pony, but you don't carry yourself like one. Your body language and... attitude... was enough to draw a conclusion from.)"
"(Hmmph.)"
>Sunhorse lifts you up, removes the rest of your clothing, and sets you back down.
>"(And based on how the two of you reacted to my presence, would it be accurate to assume that she transformed you against your will, and neither of you want anyone else to know about it?)"
"(...Pretty much, yeah.)"
>She looks mildly annoyed.
>"(sigh) (Of course. I was worried she'd do something like this eventually. Transfigurative Ethics was... never one of her best subjects.)"
"(Gee, I never woulda gue)sshhd!"
>Sunhorse silences you again as bookhorse peers into the room.
>"Umm... tea's ready, whenever you want it."
>"Thank you, dear. We'll be with you in a minute."

>Twilight heads back downstairs.
>Looks like it's Celestia's turn to interrogate you:
>"(And you haven't asked her to change you back because...?)"
"(shrug) (Pride, mostly. I don't wanna take the cheap way out. I want to make HER want to undo it.)"
>"(...I see.)"
>You feel your tail raised and your rear end dusted with powder.
>"(Well, if that really is your intent...)"
>She turns you over and gently re-diapers you.
>"(...Then perhaps I might be able to help?)"
"(Y'know, you might have a more convincing argument if you weren't currently dressing me up like a baby. 'Cause, y'know, that's the same damn thing Twilight did.)"
>"(snicker) (All in good time, little Anon. For now...)"
>She smirks and holds up a small, frilly, cream-colored dress in front of you.
"Ohhhno. I don't think so."
>"Really? I think it suits you."
>Before you can speak up, sunhorse sits you upright, lifts up your front legs, and pulls the dress over your head. She straightens it out and tightens it with a bow around the waist.
>"There, see?"
>She floats you over towards the mirror, and you get a good look at yourself.
>Your new dress is tiny, and barely reaches past your midsection; your well-padded rump puffs out for all to see.
"Ugh. This is demeaning."
>She gives your diapered rear another round of pats.
>"Well, I think you look adorable. (And more to the point, hon, we're trying to keep up appearances here. If you want my help, then I'm afraid you'll have to put up with being babied for a little while.)"
>You take a moment to consider your options, or lack thereof.
"(sigh) (Fiiine. As if I haven't been humiliated enough these past 24 hours.)"
>She gives a soft laugh, sets you on her back, and ferries you downstairs.

>You idly run your hoof through Celestia's warm, flowing mane as the two of you return to the den.
>She seats herself again, and places you next to her.
>Twilight is waiting with a small tray, which carries a hot kettle, two teacups... and a baby bottle.
>Oh, for fuck's sake.
>"For you..."
>She pours one cup, mixes in one spoonful of sugar, and offers it to the princess.
>"Thank you, dear."
>"For me..."
>Another cup, no sugar.
>She turns her attention towards you; you glare at her in return.
>"And for you."
"You wouldn't d-- rrph! Mrrmph!"
>She presses the bottle firmly between your lips and forces you to suckle.
>You whine, and look to Celestia to bail you out.
>She giggles and tucks you under her wing.
>"Now, now, child. There's no need to fuss so much."
>Sigh. Not helping here, lady.
>Though to be fair, you've had worse things shoved in your mouth recently. A bit of milk is harmless enough.
>You drink in silence as the other two ponies sip their tea.
>"You must be rather busy these days, looking after this little sweetheart."
>"(sip) Hmm? Oh, um, yes, he... she's given me a hoof-full, for sure..."
>"She seems well-behaved, if a bit... forward, at times."
"I'm sitting right here, y'know."
>"Hush, now. The grown-ups are talking."
"Yeah, talking about me."
>"Just drink your milk, hon."
"Hmmph. Yes, ma'am. (suck) (suck)"
>"As I was saying... it must be stressful, on occasion. Keeping her out of trouble, I mean."
>"Y-you could say that, yeah... (sip)"
>"So... how about I foalsit her for you, for a day or two?"
>Twilight spit-takes.
>"...Come again?"

>"I can take her off your hooves for a little while. Don't worry; I assure you, she'll be very~ well cared for."
>You roll your eyes.
>"Oh, um, you don't h-have to--"
>"Oh, it's no trouble at all, dear! I'd be happy to do it."
>"But, you must be so busy, what with, um, and..."
>"I have plenty of time available these next few days. Didn't I mention that before?"
>"I-I'm just not sure it's n-necessary; I mean, I can h-handle, um..."
>You can see bookhorse start to sweat.
>"Please, Twilight, you musn't be so modest. You deserve a bit of time to yourself."
>"W-well, I guess, but, I mean, well, um--"
>"Hmm... you seem nervous, dear, and... atypically hesitant. Is something wrong?"
>"What? N-no. I'm fine. Imfineeverythingisfine."
>"So you're fine with me looking after her, then."
>"Nnnnnnnnyyes?"
>"Wonderful! I'll--"
>"WaitwaitIdidn-- um... I mean..."
>"Yes, Twilight?"
>"I m-mean, um, one moment, please."
>"(chuckle) Whatever you say, dear."

>In a hurry, bookhorse practically drags you over to the next room and shuts the door.
>She glares at you, her panic turned to frustration.
>"(What did you tell her.)"
"(Me? Nothing.)"
>Technically, a true statement.
>"(sigh) (Good. No one else has to know about this. Got it?)"
"(So you admit that you fucked up?)"
>"(...That's not what I meant, but--)"
"(Go ahead! Admit you fucked up by turning me into a filly.)"
>"(huff) (Please. You totally deserved it.)"
"(Well, you don't seem to think SHE'll agree with you.)"
>"(Well, I mean--)"
"(In fact, you seem quite certain that you'll be in deep shit if Celestia finds out about this, right?)"
>"(Um... that's--)"
"(And what d'you think she'll do if she finds out that you did it to force me to socialize on your behalf, so you could stay home like a lazy asshole?)"
>You can feel her staring daggers at you.
>"(Watch it, missy.)"
"(Hell, maybe she'll turn YOU into a foal, and YOU can spend all day playing dress-up and getting your ass spanked. How about that?)"
>"(Anon, I swear, I'll...)"
"(Hey, you brought this on yourself. You dug this hole, and I'm sure as hell not bailing you out. ...Unless, of course, you have something to offer in return?)"
>She thinks about it for a few seconds.
>"(groan) (...Fine! If, IF you can keep your sorry little mouth shut, then I MIGHT consider forgetting any of this ever happened.)"
"(sigh) (Close enough. Now, are we done here? I bet she's wondering what's taki)nnph!"
>Aaand the pacifier again.
>"Oh, I'm sorry, were you saying something?"
>Bitch.

>Twilight carries you back into the den.
"(I can walk, you know.)"
>"(Too bad.)"
>Celestia is waiting patiently for you two to finish.
>You're passed from one pony to the other.
>"Ready to go, hon?"
"...Please put me down. I-I don't need to be carr--"
>Sunhorse laughs, and sets you on your own hooves.
>"Like I said, dear, she's a talkative one. But don't worry; I'm sure we'll have plenty to converse about. Right, hon?"
"Um... yeah, sure."
>You see Twilight get reeeal nervous for a second or two, before calming herself.
>You're pretty sure Celestia noticed it as well, but she doesn't react.
>The two of you head for the exit.
>"Oh, um, make sure she... gets plenty of milk, and goes to bed early."
"Ugh."
>"(giggle) I'll keep that in mind, dear. Now, please, relax."
>"Erm... y-yes, ma'am."
>A minute later, and bookhorse is finally out of your hair (for now, at least).
>Sunhorse casually walks down the path; you follow close behind.
"Well, whatever your plan is, it worked... sort of... I think."
>"Oh?"
"Maybe. Twilight sorta agreed to turn me back, if I don't tattle on her. Which should be easy, since you already know everything."
>"(snicker) Of course."
"...Actually, given the circumstances, would YOU be able to turn me back? Just for curiosity's sake."
>"Hmm... it could theoretically be done; that is, if I knew which transformation spell she used."
"...There's more than one?"
>She nods.
>Magic is bullshit sometimes.

"(sigh) Nevermind. What d'you intend to do when you "find out" what she did, anyway?"
>"I'll think of a suitable punishment for her. For now, she has plenty of time to consider what she's gotten herself into."
"Oh, while we're at it, can we get back at Applejack and Rarity, too? I had an... encounter with them yesterday. I don't really wanna get into the details."
>"(giggle) I'm sorry, Anon; you're on your own with that one."
"Damn. Worth a shot."
>You walk in silence for a bit. It's a pretty nice day outside, actually.
"Anyway... all I have to do is hang out with you for a couple days, and I'm home free?"
>"Sounds like it, hon. And as I said before, I'll take good care of you until then."
"...You know, you don't actually have to keep treating me like a foal. I mean, it's not like Twilight'll noti-woah!"
>Celestia pulls you into the air and towards her.
>"(snicker) What, you don't want me to dote on you for a little while?"
"...Nnnah, I'm good, thanks."
>She gives your bottom a playful swat.
>"Well, it's happening whether you like it or not." (pat) (pat) (pat)
"(sigh) Maaan..."
>"Oh, there, there, child." (pat) "You have nothing to worry about." (pat) (pat)
"...Okay, you can stop that now. Where are we going, anyway?"
>"Currently, nowhere in particular. I just thought a bit of fresh air would be good for you."
"Oh. Um, thanks, I guess."
>"For now, just lie down and relax."
>She returns you to her back, and lets you nestle in her mane a bit.
"Whatever, lady."
>...This is probably gonna suck.
>But hey, you put up with Twilight's bullshit well enough.
>Compared to that, today shouldn't be too bad.
>...Right?