I slowly wake up from the warm thing around me, it’s bright and purple and soft, and especially warm. I open my eyes sadly. I like the soft and the warm, I liked the dreams, they were so much better than this world. I expect to see mommy sleeping next to me, like the days before, but instead is a monster. The monster is huge and looks really scary, with scales and colours that look really creepy. The monster will eat me! What do I do? In desperation, a start to cry to try to help mommy find me. Where am I? Why am I next to a monster?
Luckily enough Mommy comes and picks me up. I feel her warm, her soft coat. I love her, and I need her. Every time I feel her a warm feeling shoots up me, and I feel very happy. Whenever she hugs me, I feel like digging my round thingies below me into her and feeling her warmth there, too. I stop crying, and tell Mommy.
“Mommy, you came to help me with monster!” However, she replies in some kind of gibberish. Why does everypony talk so weird? The only other things that can actually talk are the Brown thing and the Orange thing. Brown thing has little flappies on him, and he can go up and up! Orange thingy has a pointy, like me. She can make things move, like i can too, and we can go up even with no flappies. The world is so confusing! I can go up without flappies, but I can make other things move too. The orange thing likes to eat too, I know why though, everything looks delicious and strange. I just want to try and see what everything is like!
Also, not only this, but the world is always changing. At first the world was a nice room, where I could talk to other ponies, but now I am alone with the monster and, lucky, Mommy. Maybe the other world was a dream? No, it didn’t feel like a dream. The world is so confusing! Anyways, Mommy is here, and she picks me up in her warm round things. She feels so warm, so soft and nice. I can feel some weird thing beating past her coat. What is it? Why is it in Mommy? Whatever it is, it sounds nice, like music to my small ears. I like it. Whenever I touch Mommy, I feel soft and fuzzy. Pleasure overwhelms me, it floods through me, and I want it. I love it. I need it. I need mommy by my side, Mommy makes me happy. She helps me, even when there are evil monsters that are going to gobble me up. Then she says more gibberish, and the monster repeats back. I warn Mommy. “No, monster is going to eat you Mommy! Run!” But she only looks at me and smiles. Good she took my warning. But then she keeps talking in this wierd gibberish again, and the monster responds in a high voice. After even more gibberish, the monster goes on the ground, and lets out a mighty roar in pain. Whatever she did hurt the monster! I can see small tears of pain in it’s eyes. I laugh and cheer, seeing the downfall of the monster. But Mommy only sighs and shakes her head. The beast gets up again, and stops his howls of pain. That monster is strong! Why won’t it go away?
Suddenly, my tummy hurts and feels really empty. It hurts really bad! I signal in the only way I know how, and I release a loud wail. At first, Mommy looks sad and a bit angry, so I rub my empty belly to help her understand. She nods, and puts me on her big back. It raises and lowers like a warm bath, and I find this weird coloured string thing. I sometimes see it on Mommy, but this is much bigger. What is it? I realize that I could taste it to see. I crawl up her back and take a bit of the mane in my mouth, beginning to suck.Woah, this is weird, it is smooth, and yet is splits into tiny strand thingies.
That is when everything starts to move, the back I am on goes up and down slowly, and the weird wooden thing opens. This is a very big room. The ceiling is really high, and it looks blue and white with cool puffy thingies. So much new things, I can’t take all of it in.
I then began to stroke the small bundle in my hooves, and i realize how nice and soft it is. I complement Mommy on her really nice hair, and she turns to me. I smile, I love Mommy. She is the one I will always love. I remember when there was that pink thing, it looked like Mommy, and it was always smiling. I like smiles, but still, she put itchy white things on me, and she gave me good white stuff, like Mommy. But I knew she wasn’t Mommy, she was somepony else. The brown one and the orange one liked the pink thing. They said she was fun and nice. I understood, but she still wasn’t Mommy, nopony will ever be Mommy except Mommy. Oddly enough, the orange one called for Mommy too. Mommy is everypony’s Mommy. Because why else would they call her by her name. But, I heard Pinkie call Mommy “Wiwight” or something. Maybe “Wiwight” means Mommy in their weird gibberish? I don’t know, but I don’t care, Mommy is Mommy. But when I pointed to Mommy when The orange pony said it, she said that wasn’t Mommy. Then who was Mommy? Is Mommy called Mommy? The world is so confusing. But still, Mommy’s hair is really soft and comfy, but there is so little. I bite on Mommy’s mane and pull more, smiling when I have enough to play with. Unfortunatly, Mommy urns back to me, and shouts in pain. Why Mommy hurt? Mommy shook her head and pointed at the hair. Did pulling hair hurt? I guess it did.
Now I’m sad because I hurt Mommy, I’m so sad that I start to cry, not that I wanted Mommy’s hair, but because I was sorry, I tried to tell her, but she only said some weird thing in gibberish again. Why does Mommy have to speak gibberish all the time? Can’t she just talk to me for once? I cry, and cry, until she picks me up and I feel that happy feeling again. I want to be with Mommy, I love Mommy, and I need her. She will always be Mommy, no matter what anypony says. Mommy is Mommy, not some other weird pony. Mommy is Mommy of everypony, and I relish her infinite wisdom. I love Mommy most of all, more than any of the other fillies who call somepony else Mommy. I know who is Mommy. Not anypony else. Mommy is not blue or brown or pink or yellow or white. Mommy is purple, Mommy is nice, and I know that is her real name. Mommy.
I smile and look up at Mommy. I wave my soft thingies at her, I want to touch her, feel her, I want to feel the pure joy spread through me again. I giggle, and she puts me on her back, right next to her soft and nice mane. I want to be with her my whole life. Sometimes, I see Mommy open these big white things with gibberish written on them. She likes them, alot. And they can help her use her pointy. I want to use my pointy a lot, just like Mommy. I don’t want flappies, pointies are much cooler. I can use my pointy to make the world spin around me and come to life. With my pointy, I can be just like Mommy. With my pointy, I can be Mommy, I can do anything, and I don’t care if anypony says Mommy is not the Mommy I know, because I know Mommy. And I love her, I need her every second of every day. I feel like I have nothing, no matter where I am, or what I do. I feel like only half of myself when I am without her.
Whenever I see her, happiness fills my day, and when I feel her, I feel all of my senses melt with raw pleasure. I need her. I love her. I want her. She is Mommy, and I am me. I need her no matter what. I want to constantly touch her and feel her. I can barely remember from before, after all, all I remember before waking up in the room, with Mommy next to me. The only thing I know besides now, is a small her talking to me, her head is big, and her body is smaller, her gibberish sounds much higher, and she is giving me a tiny paper thing. But it was all cold, it was all nothing. I couldn’t move or tell her how much I love her. I only have that memory for a few seconds when I dream, but it is really scary. Whatever was before, I never want it again. Ever.