>Frankly your death was not a very pleasant one.
>Certainly no death is ever a pleasurable one.
>Of course being reborn wasn't very fun either!
>Especially when you retain all of your memories from your past life.
>Being a fully grown man trapped in the body of a newborn foal is a hell in and of itself.
>You were still traumatized by your death and yet, here you are.
>Born a month premature with a strange birth defect.
>It has yet to be explained to you, but you can definitely tell that there is something wrong with you.
>That doesn't stop your new mom and dad from loving you though.
>They are a nice couple. 
>They have a nice house, a big family, and they have fucked every day since two days after they brought you home.
>Yeah, they will probably grow old together.
>To be honest, it is pretty nice.
>Sure you are a girl now, but now you have parents again!
>And this time they actually like you!
>”How's my little girl doing?”
>About as well as you can do mom.
>You are lifted up out of the crib and suspended in a magic field.
>”A goo goo blee bloo!”
>Ugh maybe if I look away they will stop.
>”Aww is the widdle baby cranky?”
>Honestly you can only take so much baby talk before. . .
>”I bet she is hungry Sweetheart.”
>Good old dad. Always was the more perceptive of your parents.
>You actually are pretty hungry.
>So hungry that you start to cry.
>”See Sweet she’s starving! Feed her!”
>”Oh alright Pictus, but I still wanted to play with her.”
>Dad moves over to nuzzle mom.
>She still blushes like a schoolgirl.
>”I know Sweetie, but she is still really weak right now and needs all the rest and food she can get. Besides, I'm sure you would rather play with me tonight.”
>Mom is still red in the face as she walks over to the bed.
>”Pictus! Not in front of the baby!”
>Dad responds with a deep laugh.
>”Here you go my little princess.”
>He drops a lacy hat onto your head.
>”Aww she looks adorable!”
>If you say so.
>Oh it looks like mom has decided that it is time to feed the baby.
>Nice!


>”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”


>Holy fucking shit, this is disgusting.
>Damn it Dad, get off of your lazy ass and change me!
>Mom is asleep and dad is just sitting on the couch letting you marinade.
>Lazy bastard always makes mom do the dirty deed.
>You intend to change that.
>”Hornet, why don't you go play with mommy?”
>He quickly buries his head in the newspaper that he is reading in a feeble attempt to bore you.
>He obviously wants you to go wake up Mom and have her change you.
>Not going to happen dad.
>Pictus is his name.
>At least that is what you hear mom call him.
>He's just Dad to you though.
>You rear up and put your forehooves on the couch cushion.
>Demon child stare. . .
>You make eye contact and he flinches upon seeing the weird face you are making.
>Red Rum
>"Don't you want mommy?"
>You see his face contort into a grimace as your scent finally gets to him.
>The cushions on the couch shift as he hops off and quickly darts to the kitchen gagging.
>Not wanting to reward him for ignoring his only daughter, you chase after him.
>You stop at the entrance to the kitchen.
>Dad is nowhere to be found!
>He must have ran out the back door.
>Wow Dad. Just leave your baby girl all alone because you can't change a diaper.
>Looking around, you see the perfectly clean and organized kitchen.
>Mom was always really particular about how the house must be kept.
>You know just what to do!
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>You quickly start opening the cabinets and throwing everything in them on the floor.
>All of moms pots and pans have been freed of their unjust imprisonment!
>Hmm, if that racket didn't bring him back, nothing will.
>Maybe you should just start screaming, since that usually works.
>Then again you don't really want to wake up Mom.
>Well if he doesn't want to help, then you are going to make his life miserable.
>You quickly make your way back to the living room.
>Tiny hooves clopping on the clean freshly waxed floor as you run.
>You quickly make note of possible targets.
>The floor is a beautiful polished hardwood, there are some bookshelves full of old well worn books and scrolls, a pretty glass table right in the middle of the room, there is a potted plant in one of the corners, several comfy chairs, and a nice couch round out the décor.
>Oh mom is going to be pissed when she wakes up, especially when Dad was supposed to be watching you.
>You immediately head for the bookshelves.
>One by one, books are thrown across the room.
>Next you start throwing the cushions from the couch and chairs onto the floor.
>Fort time!
>You pull the plant out of the corner and begin building your castle where it once stood.
>Your human ancestors must be proud that you maintain their age-old tradition of clearing forests to build pointless structures.
>Suddenly, you hear a door open and close.
>Acting quickly, you tip the plant over and start rolling around in the dirt and then jump into your fort.
>Partially because you wanted a bath after sitting in a dirty diaper all day and partly because you wanted Dad to get in even more trouble.
>You hear a clip clop coming from down the hallway followed by a gasp.
>”Sweet Celestia.”
>You peek out just in time to see her turn into the kitchen.
>The stunned silence is delicious.
>You decide that now is the perfect time to reveal yourself.
>Putting on your best “I missed you mommy” look, you trot to her side.
>”H-honey what did you. . .”
>I'm a dirty girl.
>”PICTUUUUUUUUS!”