Twilight and Fluttershy traveled through Ponyville as quickly as they could, which may as well have been getting nowhere fast. There were so many ponies out and about that it seemed amazing that anypony ever got anywhere, at least to Twilight. She has to be happy! Why won't these ponies just move?! Twilight thought frantically, worried that they had, some how, been pushed to the side ending up in the marketplace.

“Oh, Twilight, do you think anypony here might sell d-diapers for my- my- my,” Fluttershy stuttered a bit, blushing over the statement, “size?”

Twilight shook her head. “No, we have to find Rarity.” She tried to push through others, but it seemed impossible. Ponies seemed far too busy to get out of their way.

“Okay, um, will she have foal supplies too?”

Twilight blinked then turned around. “Huh?”

“Oh, it’s, um, it’s just you said I wanted to be a happy foal, right?” Fluttershy questioned meekly, with just the utterance of the words it seemed to ignite a spark in her brain. Tickling only pleasure.

“Yes, don’t you?” Twilight pressed, hoping the suggestions were enough.

Fluttershy shuttered for a moment; just being questioned about it seemed to cause quite the opposite effect. Pain. Lots of it. She quickly went to reply, eager to get rid of anything resembling pain. “Of course! Yes! But, um, don’t foals do more than just use and wear diapers?”

Another innocent question was asked by the butter mare, and suddenly the situation became much more complicated. Twilight shuddered, and twitched. Of course she was correct, she had said she would only be happy as a foal? Did I say that or just with diapers? I don’t remember! Twilight thought, desperately trying to remember exactly what she had declared, but the voices were quicker. Foals, all of them!

“You’re right, Fluttershy.” Twilight looked around, trying to see if she could spot a stand that sold foal supplies. Instead, she found an entire store dedicated to the items. Outside it was a simple building, constructed from bricks, something you would easily find in Manehattan. A sign hung from above, embroided on it was a cutie mark. A diaper pin and a babies bottle, along with a single heart behind it. Obviously the owner’s.

She turned to the cowering mare and smiled. “Follow me.”

“Um, okay.”

Thankfully, a path had been cleared by the simple shake of the mystical rattle. WIth each shake, Spike had banged a pony on the side, causing them to back up in confusion. They walked inside and shut the door behind them, they were greeted immediately.

“Welcome to Foal’s Paradise! Is there, uh…” A mare had said, at the front counter. She appeared to have a light pink coat, along with a white mane and tail. She was an earth pony, with the same cutie mark as the sign from outside. She hesitated, then looked to Spike, spotting the rattle. “I hadn’t realized he was actually a baby dragon, Princess Sparkle. I take it you need some supplies for him?”

Twilight blinked in confusion. “Of course he’s a baby. And, as a matter of fact, yes. I need some foal supplies for Fluttershy here,” she said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“I see, what for?”

“Um, for myself?” Fluttershy squeaked out.

The mare chuckled and shook her head. “I mean, what needs does your little one have? Do you need high chairs? Foal food? Bibs? Clothes?”

Twilight spoke up, before Fluttershy could complicate things again. “We need all of that, anything for a foal Fluttershy’s size. Also, do you happen to sell diapers in her size?”

The mare, to her credit, remained as silent as possible. She chuckled nervously and started to back away. “Um, Princess Sparkle--”

“Just Twi is fine.”

“Right, Twi. We don’t do that here… could you both please leave my store? Like… now.”

Foal, she is a foal! Twilight shook her head and sighed. “Well, I’m afraid we need some help. You see--”

The mare scowled. “You most certainly do, but not here. Now would you-- ouch! Hey, you brat!” The mare scowled, as Spike stood up and tossed his rattle directly at her head. “Control your.... b-baby d-dragon.” She started to breath rather quickly, feeling dazed. The same spell that had taken over all three of them, had slowly began to sink into the mare’s mind.

“I- wha…?” They watched the mare stand there for what felt like hours. Until her head began to droop, along with her eyes.

“Are you feeling better?” Twilight asked, smiling as wide as she could. The mare could only stare and slowly nod in return. “Well, good! I didn’t catch your name?”

“It’s… Tender Care.”

Twilight nodded, while levitating the rattle over to Spike. “Nice to meet you, Tender Care. Now, could you help us find some foal supplies for Fluttershy?”

The mare nodded. “Of course, but, um, I don’t have diapers in her size. Oh dear, diapers…” She trailed off, feeling a slight buzzing in her head from the utterance of it. She looked around and smiled. I need to order more supplies! What was I thinking? Only having foal supplies just for foals a foals size?!

“That’s okay, my friend Rarity can probably craft some for any size. What we really need is--”

The mare whipped around, then nearly smacked her face into Twilight’s. “Sh-she can?” The possibilities whirled through Tender’s mind, it seemed endless! “Could she for my store?! I need more than just diapers for a foal’s size! I need all sizes, Princess!” The mare’s eye twitched, a part of her surfaced. What am I thinking?! This is wrong! But a stronger part of the spell was still very active, sifting through her thoughts and memories. Not unlike Twilight’s suggestibility spell, it had a very sinister nature. Not to mention, it was far stronger than the pony’s will. Foals, all of them foals. Help them, she thought, feeling as if it were her own will.

Twilight backed up in surprise and nodded. “Oh, I’m certain she could, but…” Twilight trailed off, knowing she had the mare’s attention.

“Yes?! But what?! Please, Princess! I need them for my store, I’ll do anything!”

Twilight turned back to Fluttershy and smiled seductively.

“Twi- Twilight? What’s wrong?”

The mare waved them off, her eye twitching just as strong as before. I feel so weird… so good, though. She shook her head, trying to fight off the strange feelings, but feeling as if it were getting more difficult to even try. She watched the princess and mare walk away, with a wagon she had let them have. It was filled with essentially half of the supplies from her store. Maybe I shouldn't have let them just have all of that… She shook her head, ridding her thoughts of any self doubt. I’m doing the right thing! Twilight said so!

“Erm, Twilight?”

“Yes, Fluttershy?”

“Should we really have just asked her to give us all of this?” Fluttershy’s tail motioned to the wagon they were pulling. Inside it laid jars of foal food, formula, toys, stuffed animals and loads of other things. “It just seems like… stealing.”

Twilight shook her head. “Don’t worry. We’ll pay her back, once we talk to Rarity.”

She nodded, looking back at the supplies with a worried expression. “I-I don’t think paying her back with some adult diapers is going to make up for the cost of these, Twilight.”

Twilight’s eye twitched for perhaps the fiftieth time that day. She slowly turned to Fluttershy and spoke in a calm and collective voice, ensuring her spell was still active. “Fluttershy, little foals or big foals don’t need to question every little thing, you know.”

“P-perhaps not, but aren’t you always saying it’s important to--” Again, Twilight shoved her hoof into the mare’s mouth. The suggestions took over, causing Fluttershy to blush but smile, it felt good.

“Fluttershy, I want you to stop questioning me. I know what’s best for you and for all foals. Happy foals don’t question commands…” Twilight trailed off, feeling a buzz go through her brain. It felt so pleasurable and so primal, that she actually felt worried on what the voices were doing to her. “On, they, um…” She looked into Fluttershy’s eyes, the innocent smile and her dopey eyes. She knew, at the very least, something was very wrong. Slowly, still with her hoof in a mare’s mouth, she backed up at her son. At least, he seemed like her son, now. Oh, oh my… what am I doing?! Twilight shook her head as quickly as she could. Her eyes shot over to Spike’s rattle and she scowled. “Spike, get rid of that! Right now!”

You foal! You won't be happy! Stop! Twilight fought off the voices, shaking her head as much as she could. Even if they felt like they were her own voices, she knew they had to be a lie. Nervously, she watched the drake consider her command. He looked at the rattle, frowning. Then he smiled and looked to Twilight.

“O-okay, Twilight,” he said, his voice sounding dopey, but at least like he was still in command. He didn’t want to disappoint Twilight, he would never do that! Just a dumb rattle… He was about to toss it on the ground, when a feeling, in the back of his mind, stopped him. He remembered being told what to do by Twilight, all the time. He remembered being treated more like a servant than a friend. He remembered constantly being left home alone, when he wanted to desperately be with her and her friends. To be included with the group as an equal, instead of a burden or someone to be watched after.

She lies, use it on her! His thoughts commanded. Anger swirled within him, he scowled and looked back at Twilight, while tapping a few of his claws over his rattle.

“S-Spike? Spike, what’s wrong? It’s me, Twilight. Get rid of the rattle! You need- oof!”

Without a second’s thought, Spike swung it down, hard. Making sure it hit Twilight squarely in the head. It rattled once more, making Spike smile to hear his rattle do its job.

Twilight shook her head, looking around, confused. “I wha?” Slowly, she removed her hoof from Fluttershy’s mouth and set it down. Things seemed okay again. Why was I worried before?

“Twilight, are you okay?”

She looked over to Fluttershy, then swiftly remembered what they had been talking about. “Yes, now, where was I? Ah, Fluttershy, do you want to be a happy foal?”

“Yes, I would like that very much, but--”

Twilight happily shoved her hoof back where she felt it belonged. “Good, I want you to be a happy foal too. Happy foal’s don’t question what they’re told. They just listen, uh, to me anyway. Happy foal’s listen to Twilight Sparkle and do exactly what she says. And right now I want you to be very quiet and just follow me, okay?”

Fluttershy had no chance in even breaking free of the rattle’s spell, let alone Twilight’s. Happily, she nodded. Of course she should be quiet! I always listen to Twilight anyway, why wouldn’t I? she felt silly thinking other wise. Fluttershy nodded her head over and over, but said nothing.

Twilight sighed in relief and nodded. “Good,” she paused and wiped her hoof on the grass, “then follow me, like a good foal!”

Fluttershy shuddered a bit, feeling the pleasure centers of her brain light up. The three cantered forward, eager to pay the nice mare back. And to, of course, help out their friends.

Rarity, hearing the bell of her front door ring, looked up from her work. Before she could see who was coming in, she instinctively spoke. “Welcome to… to…” She trailed off, watching in curiosity as her friends entered. She was the most curious on Spike’s rattle, and why in Celestia’s name he even had one. I don’t think he’s actually that young, is he?! It seemed like a silly thought, but the sheer horror of that reality took over her thoughts for a moment. I’ve imagined things about him! What if he really and truly is-- her thoughts were interrupted, by Twilight clearing her throat.

“Oh, Twilight! What brings you three here?” she asked, her voice cracking just a bit.

“We need some help, Rarity. Can you craft diapers in adult sizes? Using your machines?” Twilight asked, in the most natural tone she could muster.

The word adult flew over her head and instead Rarity was left to think on her concerns. He is! Oh no. No, no , no, no! This is the worst possible thing! He’s really a baby dragon! I have to tear up my diary, right now! Twilight must never know of--

“Rarity, are you alright?”

“Y-yes, of course. I can craft some diapers for my Spikey ,” she quickly corrected. “Ho- how many do you need?”

Twilight blinked, looking back at the drake. I can’t believe I let him ride on me without protection. What kind of mommy am I? “Nice thinking, Rarity! I guess I’ll need about a dozen for him, but we also need some for Fluttershy. Oh, and we need you to craft a new line of them for the foal shop.”

Rarity, nodded thinking over how she could design some for a dragon. “I’d have to measure Spike’s waist. Though why now, Twilight? Surely he’s been… toilet....trained…” Rarity trailed off several times, just now getting at the exact nature of Twilight’s requests. Did… did she ask for diapers for Fluttershy?

Twilight, remembering that the drake had gone through the toilet training process, nodded. “Of course he is, but we still need some. No more toilets for him, or Fluttershy.”

She’s gone mad, poor Fluttershy must be too afraid to respond. She looked over to the butter pegasus, examining her facial expressions. Why does she seem so calm? “Fluttershy, dear, I’ll, erm, need to measure you in the back! Yes! Just follow me!”

Fluttershy looked to Twilight for guidance, who nodded without thinking. The mare walked past Rarity and into her showroom. Rarity shut the curtains on it and walked over to Fluttershy, whispering in her ear. “Dear, I don’t know what’s going on with Twilight, but we have to run. Celestia knows what’s going on through that mare’s head. Must be some stress induced fantasy of some sort.”

Fluttershy shrugged, but remained silent, like a good foal.

“Are you okay? C’mon, we must leave, now! If we hurry we can catch a train to Canterlot. From there we can contact Princess Celestia. She’ll know what to do.”

Fluttershy immediately turned around, away from Rarity and run out of the room. She began pushing Twilight forward, as per her voice’s request.

She must be a foal!

“Fluttershy, what’s wrong?”

Rarity watched from her room, ready to bolt at any moment. What is she doing?!

No sooner had Fluttershy squeaked something, Twilight had understood. “You can speak again, for now. Uh, sorry about that.”

“Oh, that’s okay. Um, Rarity thinks something is wrong, Twilight.”

That’s strange, she thought then shrugged. “Rarity,” she called out, “what’s wrong?”

Rarity, realizing her mistake, chuckled nervously. “Oh, nothing, Twi. I just forgot my…” Rarity decided to stop talking and simply run for it. Why didn’t I think of that? There was only one entrance, and thus exit, in her store, but it was worth a shot. She bolted through the curtains and sailed past them, not bothering to look at them. She didn’t make it, not before a certain rattle smacked her in the side of the head, still glowing a bright purple.

Rarity staggered forward, nearly toppling over as thought after thought continued to invade her mind. “Wh-what’s going on?” Slowly, she turned around then spotted Spike, perched on Twilight’s back. “Oh, right, diapers… yes, diapers. Twilight! What are you doing?!”

The unicorn quirked a brow while levitating the toy back to where it belonged. “Hmm?”

The mare scoffed, then swiftly levitated Spike high into the air. “He could burst at any moment. What were you thinking letting him ride on out unprotected?! Think of your glorious coat! The scandal! A princess’s coat must never be soiled or dirtied, especially not in that way! Especially not my carpet”

Twilight shook her head and rolled her eyes. “It’s just pee, Rarit- oomph,” Twilight tried to get out, but was interrupted as a certain mare’s hoof was shoved into her mouth. Why is that becoming a theme?

“Do not utter that word, it’s dirty. Now, you two wait right here and I’ll measure Spike and hopefully find some newspapers for him to sit on.”

“Rarity…” Spike muttered, feeling an odd calmness wash over him that hadn’t come from the rattle.

“Yes, dear, I’m Rarity.” She then wrinkled her nose in disgust, imagining the ‘baby’ drake doing what foals often did. “Come along,” she said and quickly levitated him along with her, walking back to the show room.

Twilight sighed and started following her. “Come on, Fluttershy. Now.”

“Oh, yes Twilight.”

They found Rarity using measuring tape along Spike’s body. WIth each measure she would write down a note and move on. “Yes, what is it?” she asked impatiently.

“What about my other requests? Fluttershy needs diapers too, and the shopkeep.”

“Fluttershy’s not a foal, dear. Stop joking around.” Rarity giggled, then gently set the drake down on a towel she had folded up and placed under him.

Twilight frowned and looked to Fluttershy for support.

“Y-yes I am. Twilight said so… I think.”

The voices continued to practically beg Twilight to fix things, something was wrong and she had to get to the bottom of it. I don’t understand. The rattle should have made her see the truth! She needs to be happy, Fluttershy… and Rarity. S-should I use my spell on her too? The voices, eager to push her, made the decision. Thus, she had a choice. “Rarity, I need you to listen to me.”

“Not right now, this must be done first. You can wait in the front room for now.”

“Not now.”

Twilight flared her nostrils. Element of Generosity, huh? Without much effort, she cast another suggestibility spell on Rarity. “Rarity, you need to listen to me.”

“Need to listen…” Rarity muttered, her eyes glazing over.

“When I wake you with another spell, you will not panic. You will listen to me from now on, understand?”

Slowly, Rarity nodded her head, not bothering to even speak.

Twilight nodded herself and cast one final spell, waking the new Rarity. The mare, seeming confused, went back to work on Spike’s diaper. Though, she seemed much less focused, but oddly enough she didn’t respond.

“Rarity,” Twilight said, wondering why she would not speak up.

“Yes, dear?”

“How are you feeling?”

Rarity hummed a bit, then shook her head. “Okay, a bit under the weather I suppose.”

“Right, will you listen to me?”

“Yes, Twilight.”

“Good, after you’re done with Spike’s diaper, I need you to make one for Fluttershy. Then I--”

“Yes, yes, I heard you before. Diapers for Fluttershy and the foal store. I’m not deaf, it would be my pleasure though.”

Fluttershy blushed, thinking of what to say next. It didn’t seem like a crazy suggestion so she blurted it out. “What about Rarity, Twilight? Should she wear diapers too? Is- is she a foal?”

For once the voices did not scream out or insist anything. Twilight hesitated, but then shook her head. “No,” she firmly stated. “Rarity, you don’t want anypony having ‘accidents’ in your store, correct?”

“Of course not!”

“Then be prepared to craft diapers for anypony you see. It’s…” She shuttered as she felt the voices push her to keep going. It felt great just thinking of the possibilities. “It is your responsibility to make sure the town is well protected, understand?”

She firmly nodded, then Twilight stopped the spell. After instructing Fluttershy to wait for her diaper to be finished and to wait for her to return, Twilight left. She had work to do.

Author's Note

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