Six Foals, Three Fillies, and a Dragon

“What’s your deal, purple? I’m tryin’ to walk here!” The blue Pegasus filly exclaimed, magenta eyes narrowed. Spike’s jaw hung low as his mind desperately tried to comprehend the situation. “I…You….Rainbow Dash?!”

“Yeah, who’s askin’?” Rainbow Dash retorted.

“But…you…”

“But what, butthead?”

“How-how did you get so young?!”

“Whaddya mean? I’m four.”

“No you’re not! You’re supposed to be older than that!”

“Okay…you’re freaking me out now.” The blue filly took a few steps back.

Before Spike could react, a bright flash of blue mist popped into the room, followed by a small white unicorn foal that dropped to the floor. Her curly purple ringlets and piercing blue eyes quickly attracted Spike’s attention. That purple mane and those eyes…they were all too familiar to the little purple dragon.

He rushed over to the foal’s side, gasping, “Rarity?!”

The ivory foal squealed and hugged Spike’s leg, “’Ikey!”

“Who’s that?” Rainbow Dash inquired, jabbing a hoof in the foal’s direction.

“It looks like Rarity! But…it can’t be! I mean…Rarity isn’t a foal…” Spike trailed off. Suddenly it hit him: the foal that knelt at his feet WAS Rarity! It made sense in a way. Seeing a filly version of Rainbow Dash with absolutely no memory of her friends or her life as an adult mare made it clear that someone, or something, had cast a spell and reverted Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and whoever else involved into younger versions of themselves. Although one thing didn’t seem to make sense: Why weren’t they both the same age? Spike knew how old they were as adults, and their ages were the same. It didn’t make sense!

Rarity gurgled and cooed, happily babbling away some incoherent nonsense that Spike wasn’t able to understand. She pointed at the stairs and waved her hooves in the air as if trying to tell him something. Spike turned to look at the stairs and noticed two fillies perched at the top of the stairs, standing atop a flattened cardboard box. One was a tiny purple alicorn, wings buzzing rapidly and her horn ominously glowing. The other was a bright pink filly with a poofy magenta mane. The congruence was uncanny. They were Pinkie Pie and Twilight!

Before Spike was able to stop them, the two fillies shrieked in glee as the cardboard box slid down the stairs, launching them into the air. Spike attempted to catch them but they were instantly teleported away by Twilight’s magic. Seconds later they were teleported back, but this time they had two guests.

An orange colored earth filly, probably about Dash’s current age, with green eyes and a blonde mane, appeared within the telekinesis grasp of Twilight’s magic. The second filly was yellow with soft teal eyes and a pastel pink mane that partially shadowed her face, and she was without a doubt a Pegasus. They both were dropped to the floor when Twi’s magic died down and whimpered on impact.

Picking up Rarity, Spike rushed to their aid, alongside Rainbow Dash. “Are you two okay?!” He asked them, helping up Applejack.

The orange filly raised an eyebrow, “Who the hay’re you? This ain’t ta farm!”

“Applejack, it’s me, Spike!” Spike exclaimed, crossing his claws in hopes of her remembrance.

Applejack frowned, “Ah don’t know anypony named Spahk.”

“Of course you don’t remember me,” Spike momentarily rolled his eyes. He adjusted the squirming unicorn foal in his arms before asking, “Do you have any idea what happened? Can you remember ANYTHING?”

“Well, ah can’t put mah hoof on it, but ah rememba’ wakin’ up here. Plus ah do remember a bright light hittin’ me, and it hurted lots.” The orange filly bashfully brushed her hoof against the other.

“Wait…how old are you?” Spike asked.

“Ah’m three an’ a half, almost four.”

“Hey! That means I’m the oldest here!” Exclaimed a smug Rainbow Dash.

Rarity squealed again. Rainbow Dash nodded in agreement, “Yep! I sure am!”

Spike looked at Fluttershy, who was hiding behind Applejack, squeaking quietly to express her shyness. “It’s okay Flutters, I won’t let this purple dude hurt ya!” Rainbow Dash added gently, stroking her yellow friend’s wing. Fluttershy flinched, but smiled nonetheless.

Spike looked around the room in a panic. “Wait, where’s Pinkie and Twilight?”