Anonfilly Part 2

>”So what do you think doctor? Is she developing normally?”
>Well here you are. Once again sitting in a pediatricians office.
>For some reason you seem to find yourself here every weekend.
>”Yes I would say that she is. In fact she seems to be extremely healthy for a premature foal. Especially a defective one.
>Looking up you see your mother getting red in the face and puffing out her chest a little.
>Judging by the look your mom is giving the doctor, he is about to get chewed out.
>”How dare you call my baby defective! Why if I wasn't. . .”
>”It is the proper medical term Mrs. Sweetheart. I meant no offense. Now would you take your daughter back out to the waiting room? We will call her back in when the tests have been prepared.”
>Mom looks pretty pissed, but does what is asked of her.
>It is a short walk from the room you are in through a small unremarkable hallway right down to the waiting room.
>The waiting room itself is pretty typical. Lots of chairs, a few things for kids to play with, and a small bookshelf with children's books and magazines for the adults.
>You being born the way you were have become pretty familiar with the whole process.
>”You are not defective! You are perfect just the way you are!”
>The doctor calling you defective didn't really bother you, but poor mom always took it pretty hard.
>Anytime a doctor called you that, she would always start coddling you afterwards.
>As much as you loved her, it did start to feel a bit suffocating after a while.
>Luckily, a familiar face entering the office distracted mom just long enough for you to wiggle out of her grasp.
>Naturally you went straight for the colorful little pegs on the metal bars.
>You never did figure out what those things were called.
>Lucky for you, mom seems to be talking with the new mare while a purple unicorn filly approaches you.
>You stand ready to fight to the death to protect your thingamabob!
>Luckily she knows not to mess with a foal and it's thingamabob.
>She walks right past you and sits in front of the bookshelf.
>Losing interest in her, you look back to your glorious little thingamabob, but before you lay a single hoof on it you feel yourself being lifted into the air by mom.
“Fu. . .”
>You cut your curse before it is completed.
>The pink magic flows all around and you are slowly pulled in.
>Can't let mom know you can already talk!
>”Aww she is adorable!”
>Bitch I know I'm cute!
>You have seen her a few times. You think that she is a neighbor of something.
>Grey coat with purple and white mane and tail.
>”Velvet, do you want to hold her?”
>OH SHIT
>The new mare just snatches you right out of your mom’s magic field.
>”Oh look at her! She is as cute as my little Shining was at that age!”
>Mom help!
>”Yeah she is really something isn't she? Little Twilight has gotten big too.”
>Her muzzle is getting dangerously close to your belly.
>She wouldn't!
>It is at this point you have had just about enough of this shit.
>There is only one way to end this before it begins!
>You perform maximum scrunch.
“WAAAAAAAH”
>Open the floodgates! Emergency draining procedure has been activated!
>”Oh come here baby! Mama’s here!”
>Engage pneumatic impacting devices!
>”Oh she is kicking you Sweetheart!”
>You suddenly feel the cold hardness of the floor!
>”I guess she just wants to play with those toys Sweetheart.”
>FREEDOM!
>”Mrs. Sweetheart the tests are ready.”
>FUCK
>All your hard work getting back to the thingamabob. Ruined!
>”I'll see you later tonight Velvet.”
>You want to scream as you are picked back up.
>The little purple unicorn just looks at you while you are being picked up and rolls her eyes.
>Oh you don't like her.
>You quickly re enter the room you were in before, but this time a tray of familiar, yet terrifying objects lays on the counter.
>Now this will only hurt for a second.
“AHHHHHHHHHHH”