(MLO) Taking Care of Mommy Pt 1

>You wake up to the dawn breaking over the horizon of the Unicorn Mountain Range
>Just like every day since your mothers accident
>It hadn't been her fault, really
>Some unicorn genius had wanted to test out a new spell on a live pony, specifically a pegasus
>Some kind of performance enhancer that was supposed to increase the airspeed of pegasi
>Since your mother was a mailmare, she was chosen as a perfect candidate
>If the experiment worked, the mail would be delivered ten times faster
>And if it didn't, well, there were no shortage of pegasi to deliver the mail after her
>Of course, she hadn't told them she had been pregnant
>This was the opportunity of a lifetime, afterall
>So she tried their experimental spell, and it had even worked, your mother flew faster than any other pegasus in Equestria
>Well, until the speed had torn the stabalizing feathers from her wings
>Out of control, and going too fast to stop without tearing her wings to pieces, she had aimed for the softest patch of dirt she could find
>Unfortunately for her, it only looked soft
>Underneath the disturbed earth that had looked more inviting than the gravel around it, was a boulder
>The doctors had said it was a miracle that she had lived at all
>What was more miraculous was that her unborn foal, you of course, had survived the stresses on her body
>And at that, the doctors were stunned that you had been born with only stunted wings
>Your mother was not so fortunate as to come out of the accident with hardly a scratch, however
>She was in a coma until she went into labor, and even then she slipped back under almost the minute you were placed in her arms
>One of the nursing staff had named you "Anonymous", as he had said, "after his father"
>Since your mother was unable to name you herself, the name had stuck
>She had lain in a coma for three months, in which time you were fed by milk extracted from your mother
>After many tests, she was finally released from the hospital
>But that was before the mental aberrations had shown themselves
>So as you grew older, your mother, it seemed, grew younger
>At least, her mental age regressed
>The unicorn responsible for the original experiment started a fund to make sure that you and your mother had never wanted for anything
>Celestia herself had donated a large sum of her personal treasury to ensure that you two were taken care of
>A nurse had come over every day to check up on you and your mother
>Well, until you had seen her one day, when you were shopping for your mom's birthday, and had overheard her disparaging remarks about your mothers mental state
>Calling her by that horrible name so many had yelled at her around the town
>"Derpy"
>Not to mention her idea of what should be done to such ponies
>The next day, when she had reported bright and early, you had chased the nurse off with a skillet
>Ever since, you had cared for  your mother
>Cooking for her, cleaning up around the house, bathing her, even changing the diapers she'd needed since she had woken up
>It didn't matter to you
>You loved your mommy
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>So you made your way downstairs in your two-storey home
>You cooked breakfast for yourself and your mother, a very simple affair
>For her, a bowl of hot oatmeal with sugar and cinnamon and a muffin warmed in the over, and for you some almond butter on toast
>After eating your own food, quickly as ever, you brought the oatmeal and muffin up to your mother
>As you pushed open the door, you could hear her snoring softly, along with the rustle of sheets as she shifted in her sleep for whatever reason
>You couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face when you saw her
>Her yellow mane and grey head poked just out of the top of the duvet, the morning light streaming through the window catching her hair and making it glisten like golden thread
>Who else was so lucky to see such sights every morning?
>You trot over to her and gently nudge her shoulder in an effort to wake her up
>She clumsily swats at your hoof and rolls over, hiding her head beneath the covers before mumbling in a tired voice
>"Five more minutes..."
>You notice the small, barely noticeable really, wet patch on the sheets, a clear sign her diaper needed changing
>You push her a bit more forcefully this time
"Come on, mom. I've got some breakfast for you. Hot oatmeal and a muffin!"
>She bolts upright when you mention the food
>"MUFFIN! Gimme, gimme!"
"Ah, ah, ah. What do we say when someone is nice enough to bring you breakfast in bed?"
>She blushes and looks down at the crumpled sheets
>You feel bad for scolding her, but she needed to be retaught almost everything, like a little kid
>"Thank you for making me breakfast, Anonymous. May I please eat now?"
>Your grin widens, nearly splitting your face
>She was just so adorable, you could never REALLY be mad at her
"Of course, mom. Here you go."
>You place the tray on her bed and step back from the bed to give her some space
>The expression of rapture on her face would have given anyone with a weak heart instantaneous cardiac arrest
>You just couldn't wipe that idiot grin off your face
>Your mom digs into the breakfast with reckless abandon, the muffin disappearing in less than a second
>When she's halfway through her oatmeal, she looks up at you
>Those beautiful, golden irises flay away the skin of a colt raised by a nurse and himself, and into the soul of a young stallion who loved his mother dearly
>Even if they are a little off center
>She pushes the bowl, half full of sweetened, mushy oats towards you
>"Here, Anonymous. You were looking at me funny. Are you hungry?"
>You chuckle at her misinterpretation of how you're feeling
>But the gesture is touching, even after the accident it shows that your mother is a sweet pony
"No, mom. I already ate. I was just waiting for you to finish so I could change your diaper. Looks like you had an accident last night."
>You gaze pointedly at the damp spot on the sheets
>She follows your gaze and gasps, her off kilter eyes moistening with unshed tears
>"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it. Please Anonymous, I'm so sorry!"
>You immediately go over and embrace her, stroking her mane and shushing her whimpers
"Don't worry, I know it was an accident. I'm not mad at you, mom. It's not your fault. Just finish your breakfast and I'll change you after okay?"
>She pulls away a bit and smiles, the tears already drying from her eyes
>"Thanks Anonymous. You're the best!"
>You let her go and give her a pat on the head
"Thanks mom. Now finish your breakfast."
>She goes back to eating
>She isn't sloppy when she eats, despite the breakneck pace, there were hardly any crumbs on the bed
>Your musing is interupted by an empty bowl that had contained oatmeal mere seconds ago appearing less than an inch from your nose
>"All done!"
"Okay mom. Please bring your dishes downstairs and put them by the sink so I can wash them later. Then I'll change you."
>"Okay!"
>She grabs the tray and brings it and the bowl downstairs to the kitchen, skipping the whole way
>In the mean time, you took the stained duvet and sheets to the washing room and put them in a basin of soapy water
>The mattress had long been covered by a plastic "bed condom" as the nurse had called it, ever since the first incident where your mom had wet the bed
>Fortunately for the nurse at the time, and for you now, the incident that had crippled her bladder control and frontal cortextual functions had, oddly enough, left her bowel control intact
>Thank the alicorns for small miracles
>You, of course, would have cleaned up after her no matter what, it was just easier this way
>You waited in the washing room for your mother to come prancing back up the stairs so you could change her
>You could hear the slight crinkle of her diaper before she entered the room
>"Okay, Anonymous, I'm ready!"
>She hops up onto the changing table that had been installed in the room, stocked with powder, wipes, and diapers for changing
>Her wide hips are spread, awaiting your attention to the pink diaper clinging to her nethers
>You pull the diaper apart and peel it off of your mothers moistened marehood
>Taking the powder and a wipe, you run the damp towelette over her vagina, in almost a teasing manner
>At the action, she shifts uncomfortably and her damp folds glisten just a bit more
>You quickly powder her, wanting to get this over with so you could take care of your own...uncomfortable situation
>You put the new diaper on your mom and strapped it up quickly
"Okay mom, you're all done. What d'you want to do today?"
>She starts jumping up and down, excitedly
>"Can we go to the park? I love the park!"
>You grin at her enthusiasm, desperately trying to distract her from your growing stallionhood
"Okay. We'll go to the park. I just need to take care of something first, okay?"
>Your mother cocks her head to the side, then her gaze travels down
>Though you had desperately tried, it hadn't been enough to entirely hide your, now, full mast
>"Hey, Anonymous, why is your boy part getting bigger?"
>Oh great, you were going to have to explain sex to your mother
>What a perfect way to spend an afternoon
>Although...
>A terrible idea formed in your mind, so awful that you felt physically ill for even thinking it
>But the more you thought, the more it seemed not so terrible
>After all
>You really did love your mommy
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