Twily's Relaxation

Chapters

Tricking Twilight
Double the Fun
Toys and Treats
Playtime, Playmates, and Punishments
Good Nights and Goodbyes

Tricking Twilight

"How much farther is it, Rainbow?"

Rainbow Dash gave a smirk back to her partner as they flew, opting to let that silent gesture be her answer. She could have very easily provided an actual answer, as she was the only one of the two who knew it, but she was feeling particularly playful today. Besides, Twilight Sparkle was used to discovering her own answers through research and testing anyway. If she provided the quick and easy answer of "just a few minutes more," then she would have been depriving Twilight of a learning experience, and she just couldn't do that to her.

Rainbow grinned to herself as that thought wafted through her head. The learning experience alluded to earlier was far from the only learning experience she had in mind for her lovely marefriend. What she had in mind for her was likely much more learning than Twilight would have ever expected. Finally, she would exact her revenge for what Twilight made her go through weeks ago.

It was only a scant few weeks ago that Rainbow had been tirelessly training for Wonderbolts tryouts. "Tirelessly" was the key word in that sentence, as in truth she was anything but. It was a combination of her stress and fatigue that had led Twilight to worry about her well-being, and it was said worry that spurred her on to direct Rainbow towards an ad for a new business in town: Sweet Dreams Relaxation Center. Twilight had perceived it as a simple place for ponies to take a load off and rest their weary bodies, but as it turned out, it was a bit more complicated than that.

The center was run by its namesake, a kind and gentle pony named Sweet Dreams. Miss Sweet's demeanor was quite maternal, which fit perfectly with the odd type of business she ran. Her mission statement was to help ponies relax and forget all of their troubles, and with her potions, she managed to do exactly that. Due to a volatile mixture of a short attention span, a little white lie, and a stubborn streak a mile wide, Rainbow had agreed to her peculiar form of treatment: a potion which reduced her motor control and mental capacities to that of a toddler. Rainbow spent the rest of that night and part of the next morning being coddled and cooed at, a diaper strapped around her waist and a mind devoid of cares and troubles. The potion in her system ensured that she would think and behave like a foal, from simply being more playful all the way to using the diaper she wore for its intended purpose. Needless to say, it was a very unique and bizarre situation for Rainbow, one which she would have found very embarrassing.

And yet she didn't. Not at the time, at least. It was a little embarrassing thinking about it now, but she had to admit that she actually enjoyed it. Enjoying it while it was actually happening was one thing; that was an intended effect of the potion. While she was regressed, she was meant to be happy and enjoy being, for all intents and purposes, a foal. But even when thinking about it afterwards (after she got over the awkwardness of regaining her adult mind and having the memories of being babied fresh in her head), she found that she was looking back on the experience fondly. She normally wasn't one to enjoy being coddled, but the more she thought about it, the more she found herself wanting to go back and experience it again. She'd finally made the decision to go back today, but this time, she was bringing somepony with her.

Rainbow wasn't quite sure why she was looking at this as revenge against Twilight. Revenge typically wasn't meted out via enjoyable methods; such an idea was a direct contrast to the very concept of "revenge." But the fact remained that she had ended up spending roughly 18 hours in diapers because Twilight had suggested the relaxation center to her without doing any research into what happened there. The irony of Twilight not researching something wasn't lost on her, but it also wasn't her concern at the moment. And whether or not she enjoyed it, it was still mostly Twilight's fault that it happened. Sure, she could have actually read the release form that Sweet had handed her which contained all the information about what was in store for her, but she still wouldn't have been there if it wasn't for Twilight. And so revenge was necessary, with the added benefit of Rainbow having an excuse to experience it all again.

"This is the place!" Rainbow said with a smile as she touched down at the center's familiar sign. She felt her heart flutter as she looked at it. She really was excited to do this all again, and hoped Sweet would be happy to see her again.

"Heehee...you were right, Rainbow," Twilight said with a grin. "This place does look a little dull."

"Well hey, looks can be deceiving!" Rainbow responded. "Take me, for example. I look awesome, but the truth is I'm actually super-awesome!"

"Point taken," Twilight responded with a little roll of her eyes. "Now come on, let's go inside."

"After you!" Rainbow said through a grin as she held the door open for her. This was going to be a cinch. She would convince Sweet to give Twilight the treatment without having to read the release, and then not only would she be able to get her own treatment again, but she'd be able to watch Twilight get diapered up as well. It was the perfect plan, and she couldn't help a devious smile as she followed Twilight inside.

"Rainbow Dash!"

Rainbow's ears perked as she heard that soft, familiar voice for the first time in a few weeks. She turned her head to see Sweet trotting towards her.

"Hey Sweet!" Rainbow said cheerfully. She chuckled lightly as Sweet wrapped her forelegs around her, and retuned the hug in turn.

"My goodness, Rainbow!" Twilight said, holding back a giggle. "You really left an impression on your last trip, didn't you?"

"She sure did!" Sweet responded, giving Rainbow a little squeeze. Even without any potion affecting her, Rainbow felt almost like a child in her nana's safe embrace as Sweet hugged her. It was only a matter of time before she was happy and infantile, accepting Sweet as her nana until the next afternoon.

"And who might this be?" Sweet asked, eyeing Twilight and smiling warmly at her. "As if I didn't know already...this must be the pretty little marefriend you told me about last time! I didn't know you were dating a princess!" Twilight smiled a timid little smile in response, giving her wings a little ruffle. She had mostly gotten over the slightly-embarrassing feeling of being recognized as royalty in public, but something about the mare's tone made her blush. Her tone was just so sweet and gentle. Despite the fact that she and Twilight looked to be around the same age, her tone reminded Twilight of her mother's.

"Heehee...yes, I'm Rainbow's marefriend," Twilight responded, feeling almost like she did when Rainbow was introducing her to her father. "Twilight Sparkle. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss..."

"Sweet Dreams," Sweet said. "Should I bow? I wouldn't want to offend."

"Oh no no, not at all!" Twilight told her, grinning. "Please, treat me exactly as you would anypony else."

"Aww...and so humble!" Sweet cooed. "You really found yourself a good one, missy." She patted Rainbow on the head, and Twilight was surprised to see the smile on Rainbow's face. She was never one to react positively to being treated like that. She would usually even roll her eyes when Twilight did something like that. Sweet must have really left a big impression on Rainbow as well.

"So!" Sweet said. "Are you just bringing Miss Dash here, or are you here for treatment as well?"

"Oh, I'm here for the treatment too," Twilight responded. "Rainbow seemed to be so relaxed after her visit, and truth be told, I'm a bit stressed out over an upcoming delegation with the Griffon Kingdom. I figure a night of relaxation is in order." Rainbow's grin grew as she listened to Twilight. The idea of seeing her put into diapers was an oddly intoxicating one. Seeing Twilight's shapely rump padded up as hers was, watching Sweet treat the Princess of Friendship like a tiny foal, all while Twilight was happy to be receiving said treatment...she tried to convince herself that she was enjoying these thoughts simply because it meant getting revenge, but she couldn't help but admit that wasn't the case.

"Excellent!" Sweet gushed. "I'll be more than happy to take care of the two of you. You're all mine until tomorrow afternoon!" Rainbow had to hold back a squeal of delight as she heard those words. She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost failed to notice Sweet producing the release forms.

"Now," Sweet said, approaching Twilight. "Since this is your first time here, Miss Sparkle, I'll just need you to look over and sign—"

"No!" Rainbow suddenly shouted, giving her planned sense of subtlety a swift kick out the door. "You don't have to do that!"

Both Twilight and Sweet stared at Rainbow, confused. Rainbow looked between the two, blushing a bit. Her brain worked as quickly as it could to try and save the situation, and she gave the first answer she could come up with.

"I...uh...filled Twilight in on it already!" Rainbow blurted out. It was a blatant lie, and she instantly felt terrible for it. The plan might have been to trick Twilight into the treatment, but that didn't mean that she felt good about a bold-faced lie to her marefriend and to Sweet. Twilight raised a brow towards Rainbow, but didn't say any more, which only made Rainbow's guilt grow more.

"Well," Sweet said, breaking the awkward silence. "Either way, we require that anypony who comes here for our treatment has to fill out a release form before we begin their treatment. Makes things more safe, you know?"

Rainbow tried to come up with a response for this, but found herself at a loss for words. She watched as Sweet passed the form to Twilight and sighed. She'd have to figure out another plan.

"As I was saying," Sweet continued. "Please look over and sign this form while I prepare the tea. Hopefully you're a better reader than your marefriend here." She gave a wink in Rainbow's direction before heading out of the room and towards the kitchen.

Rainbow watched as Twilight's eyes began scanning over the release form. Twilight was possibly the fastest reader she'd ever met, so she had to act fast if Twilight was going to be left in the dark about what was going to happen tonight.

"Eh, you really don't have to read all that," Rainbow said, sidling up to Twilight's side. "Trust me, it's a whole lot of boring nonsense. Totally unnecessary." One hoof reached towards Twilight's form, but Twilight's magic pulled it away.

"Come now, Rainbow," Twilight chided. "You know me too well to think that I won't fully read something like this. And Sweet seemed to think it was important." She gave Rainbow a playful little nudge. "Besides, it sounded like you didn't read adequately enough for her tastes."

"I read it!" Rainbow shot back defensively, once again lying through her teeth. If Twilight read that release, there was no chance that she would agree to it. "And since I've read it all, I know that it's totally safe to just skip the whole reading thing and just sign it." Rainbow made another attempt to grab at the form, but this time it was her hoof that Twilight's magic grabbed.

"What has gotten into you, Rainbow?" Twilight asked. "I would have thought that you'd know by this point in our relationship that I love to read and I have to follow rules by the books. What would make you think that I'd want to just sign without reading the terms and conditions?"

"But nopony reads those!" Rainbow whined.

"Nopony but me then," Twilight responded, looking back down towards the form.

Rainbow began to panic. Her entire plan was falling apart before her eyes, and if she didn't do something about it, everything would be ruined. Something drastic had to be done, and in typical Rainbow Dash "act before thinking" fashion, she found herself hurtling towards Twilight. In a flash, both ponies were on the ground, the papers flying every which way.

"Rainbow Dash!" Twilight shouted. "What in the hay is wrong with you?!"

Rainbow stammered. She hadn't even thought about pouncing Twilight at all, let alone a viable reason for doing so. Her mind raced, but every ounce of thought she put into it was wrecked when she caught sight of the angry glare that Twilight was giving her. Twilight's eyes were lethal weapons, but their usual function was to induce feelings of happiness. Their secondary function was guilt, but this time they'd picked up a healthy dose of intimidation along with it. There was practically nothing that scared Rainbow Dash. She was tough and typically fearless, but something about the fury in her marefriend's eyes shook her to her very core. The mighty Rainbow Dash cowered before Twilight, and she wanted nothing more than to cool Twilight's fiery rage. As such, she went with her first instinct, and even though part of her knew that it would likely just get Twilight angrier, she found herself spilling the beans.

"I'm sorry!" Rainbow said. "I just wanted to get back at you because you didn't look into what kind of place this was when you told me to go and it's a place where Sweet uses a potion on you to make you think and act like a foal, and that's what happened to me last time so I wanted you to have to do the same thing so that's why I brought you here! I wanted to get you back and if you read the release form and saw what was going to happen then you never would have agreed to it!" She got up off of Twilight, shrinking back in shame. "And I'm really sorry, and we can leave if you want. At least let me tell Sweet first though."

Twilight didn't respond at first. She was completely flabbergasted at Rainbow's sudden admittance. Had her jaw possessed the capability to detach itself and drop to the floor, it likely wouldn't have, but Twilight was still quite surprised. Rainbow watched in nervous silence as Twilight silently picked her form back up and looked at it, looking more and more surprised as she read.

"So...you spent that night and the next morning in diapers, thinking you were a foal," Twilight said, less as a question and more as a statement.

"Yeah," Rainbow responded, hanging her head.

"And instead of telling me about it, you decided to get revenge on me by bringing me here to put me in diapers too," Twilight continued. "Thinking I just wouldn't read the form."

"Uh-huh," Rainbow responded with a sigh.

"And I'm guessing you didn't read the form, which is why Sweet said what she said about you," Twilight said.

"Right," Rainbow mumbled.

"And you were still going to come back and do it again?" Twilight asked, this one more of a genuine question.

"It...was actually kind of nice," Rainbow responded, blushing brightly. "Sweet's really nice and took care of me really well, and I was so relaxed and stuff..." Her blush became brighter and brighter as she went on, now fully realizing that she was digging herself deeper and deeper, but her guilt had gotten a hold of her something fierce. Her tension only grew as the silence resonated through the room, a silence that was eventually permeated by a sigh from Twilight.

"What am I going to do with you, Rainbow Dash?" Twilight asked, smirking lightly. The existence of amusement in the question was lost on Rainbow, who was looking down at the floor in shame.

"We can just go," Rainbow said dejectedly. "I'll tell Sweet we've changed our minds." She turned to leave, but she was stopped by a purple wing.

"Oh no you don't," Twilight said. "You came here to be babied, and you're going to be babied." Rainbow smiled a little, glad that Twilight hadn't judged her as harshly as she'd expected for admitting her interest in Sweet's form of treatment, but the majority of the enthusiasm in her actions was gone.

"Alright..." Rainbow said. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Wrong again," Twilight said with a playful grin. Rainbow looked up at her curiously.

"...Are you dumping me?" Rainbow asked. In a move that she had become infinitely more familiar with since beginning to date Rainbow Dash, Twilight rolled her eyes.

"No, silly," Twilight said, turning the release form to the last page. "I'm staying here with you."

Rainbow Dash woke up. Or, rather, she would have woken up had she been dreaming like she thought she was when she heard Twilight tell her that she was staying.

"What?!" Rainbow exclaimed, her wings flaring out. "Seriously? Why?"

"Well," Twilight began. "I do feel bad about putting you in that situation the first time, even though it was more your fault for not reading the form. And even though you apparently enjoy being treated like this." She grinned a satisfied grin as she watched Rainbow blush. A Rainbow Dash blush was a rare sight, and seeing one was akin to catching sight of a unicorn in Cloudsdale.

"Besides," Twilight continued, readying her pen. "If you enjoyed it so much, I suppose it's worth trying. I could use the relaxation. And it'll certainly be a unique experience that I can learn from. Not many grown ponies get to experience things from a foal's perspective, and I might be able to learn how she makes those potions." She gave the still-shocked Rainbow a playful nudge as she signed the form. "So are you ready to regress then?"

Rainbow could hardly believe her ears, but she managed to anyway through sheer force of will. She gave Twilight a tight hug, nuzzling her cheek lovingly.

"Ready."

Double the Fun

"Did I hear you girls say you were ready?"

Sweet's singsongy voice rang through the room as she entered, a tea tray levitating beside her. Rainbow perked up, excited to see the beverage that would put her back into the carefree bliss from last time. She knew what was coming this time, and the anticipation was strong in her. She looked sideways to her beautiful, wonderful marefriend, trying to read the look on her face. Twilight was not quite as excited as Rainbow was, but it was evident that her curiosity had been piqued. Rainbow grinned, imagining Twilight being reduced to a drooling, diapered mental foal. The idea of it was way more appealing than she ever would have imagined, and she had no idea why. She'd initially attributed it to her desire to get revenge on her, but that aspect was no longer pertinent, yet the appeal remained.

"Yes, I believe so," Twilight responded, levitating the signed form over to Sweet. She knew she had said that she was ready, but believing it was another story altogether. It was at times like this that she would have pangs of regret over her unrelenting pursuit of knowledge. Although admittedly, it wasn't just the opportunity to learn from the experience that drove her to agree to this. There was the feeling of guilt over sending Rainbow here without knowing exactly what was in store for her, but even that wasn't quite it. That was more Rainbow's fault for not reading the release, if she had to be honest. No, there was something else to it. For some reason, the thought of being treated like a foal, doted on without a care in the world...something about it sounded so welcoming. And if Rainbow Dash—brash, rough-and-tumble Rainbow Dash—had thoroughly enjoyed being babied as much as she was led to believe, then surely there had to be something to it.

"Excellent!" Sweet said, nodding at the signature on the back. "Now, before we continue, I have to enact what I call the Rainbow Dash Clause. Because a certain somepony, who shall remain nameless, chose to sign without reading once, I have to ask if you've actually read the entire form." Rainbow bit her lip, feeling like a little child being playfully chided by her elders.

"I read most of it," Twilight said. "But Rainbow filled me in on some of the finer details, and I'm okay with all of it."

"Aww," Sweet cooed, giving Twilight a pat on the head. "I should have known you were a good reader!" Twilight couldn't help a soft giggle. Sweet's disposition certainly seemed appropriate for what she was planning on doing. She hadn't even had any of the tea and she was already feeling like a filly with how Sweet talked to her.

"Hey, I'm a good reader too!" Rainbow protested. "I just get bored easily!"

"I guess I'm just a bit of a better reader," Twilight responded playfully. Sweet giggled softly, watching her two soon-to-be foals already quarreling over her praise.

"Okay, girls, that's enough," Sweet said. "Let's not bicker. We have a long, fun night ahead of us, and it starts with teatime! So let's sit down and enjoy, alright?" The tea tray was set on the table, and Rainbow and Twilight smiled to each other before each sitting down and taking a cup.

"So what exactly is in this tea?" Twilight asked, inspecting it. "What ingredients are in the potion? I'm quite experienced with potions and—"

"Shh," Sweet said, gently placing her hoof on Twilight's mouth. "Cute little fillies don't need to know that. Just drink up and make those bellies happy." She patted Twilight's belly for emphasis, causing the alicorn to giggle again. Her demeanor was just so warm and welcoming that Twilight practically stopped caring about the nature of the potion. Perhaps she would ask again tomorrow when their treatment was done, but for now, she would drink up like the good little filly she was going to be.

"Oh!" Sweet said suddenly, interrupting the two as they were about to drink. "Another bit I forgot to put into the form! Miss Twilight, do you mind if I put a magic inhibitor on your horn? After all, little foals can't use magic very well, can they? You can say no if you want since it wasn't in the form, but it'd certainly add to the experience."

Twilight hesitated. If there was one thing that scared her more than anything, save for losing her friends or family, it was losing her magical ability. Magic was her special talent, one of the very things that defined her as a pony. Her tension about the idea of a magical inhibitor only grew as she watched Sweet produce a small silver ring with runes inscribed on it. That was an inhibitor, all right, and it looked exactly like the ones she'd read about, ones that law enforcement ponies often used to keep unicorn prisoners from using their magic. They were also used for some...more risqué situations, but those kinds of situations were completely alien to Twilight, and certainly not the type of things that a noble princess like her would read about in the mailbox section of the naughty magazines that she certainly did not stash just out of Spike's reach in her bedroom.

"C'mon, Twilight," Rainbow said between sips of her tea. "It's no big. You can trust Nana. Sweet." She instantly adopted a look of embarrassment as she realized how she was already calling Sweet "Nana," but a hug and some gentle bellyrubs from Sweet calmed her down. Twilight watched in wonder as Rainbow relaxed into Sweet's embrace. There was a real sense of trust there, and it impressed her greatly knowing how Rainbow could be. The idea of losing her magical ability, even temporarily, was quite scary to her, but if Rainbow could trust her that much, then perhaps she was worthy of that level of trust.

"Alright," Twilight said quietly. She reached out for the ring, but Sweet gently nudged her hooves away.

"Use your hoofsies to drink your tea," Sweet said gently. "Little fillies leave things like this to the grownups." Twilight giggled lightly, already enjoying this little game without even having drank her potion yet. She took a sip of her tea, sighing happily at its taste. She was quite knowledgable when it came to potions, but she couldn't fully place the flavor. There was definitely a bit of nutmeg and a tiny sprinkling of rainbow; the spice of the rainbow was unmistakable. Other than that, though, the rest of the ingredients were a mystery to her. Whatever it was, though, it was delicious, and she quickly drank it down.

Suddenly, Twilight felt a little shock on her horn. Her eyes looked up to see Sweet's hooves surrounding her horn, slipping the inhibitor onto it. A twinge of panic gripped Twilight as she felt the magic inside her cut off where the ring lie. Her eyes widened as she tried to cast a spell, but the inhibitor was doing its job efficiently. Twilight hadn't been wholly unable to use her magic since the Tirek incident, and the helpless feeling shook her to her core. Normally, she might have taken this panic in as much stride as she could manage, but for some reason, likely due to the potion's effects slowly beginning to kick in, she found herself trembling, barely able to move. She tried harder and harder, and harder still when harder didn't work. Her fear must have been quite visible, because she heard Rainbow call her name and felt Sweet hug her tightly. Suddenly, something clicked, and a bit of magic managed its way through the inhibitor, although it required a tremendous amount of effort. Twilight watched as her magic, which should have been enough to level a wall with the effort she was putting in, gently knocked over Rainbow's empty teacup,

"Whoa..." Sweet said, gaping. "I can't believe you managed to do that with the inhibitor on...now that is unbelievable magical power." She patted Twilight on the head. "You're very impressive, you know that?"

Twilight's fears began to subside. Her magic wasn't gone. It may have been greatly restricted, but the knowledge that she still had some of it at her command, albeit requiring far more effort than usual, was still a comfort. Hearing Sweet's bit of praise also had a strangely soothing effect on her. Sweet was impressed with her, and that filled her with pride.

"Okay, little fillies," Sweet said quickly. "Let's get those little rumps moving! We want to be in the nursery when our drinkies take full effect!" Sweet let go of Twilight and took off running, Rainbow in hot pursuit. Twilight giggled as she watched the two, and, not wanting to be left behind, followed close behind.

By the time the three ponies reached their destination, both Rainbow and Twilight were already beginning to feel some of the effects kicking in. Both ponies were still walking just fine, but they were feeling a little less coordinated. Most of the mental changes were yet to show up, but Twilight was certain that, had she walked into the giant nursery without the potion in her system, she wouldn't have reacted to it with such wonder. She certainly wouldn't have stopped in her tracks and admired her surroundings with the gusto that she had. Never had she seen such a place, with all of its childish decorations and foolish furniture and supplies increased to adult pony scale.

"This is incredible..." Twilight mused. She honestly wasn't sure exactly what she meant by that. "Incredible" could mean a few things in this case. At its base, it meant that its subject was difficult to believe, and being as she'd never expected to see foalish things at this size, there was some verity behind that definition. Colloquially, the word was used to describe something which one looked at in a very positive sense, and that was the one that threw Twilight for a loop. Was she really so subconsciously enthralled with the sights before her that she thought them to be colloquially incredible? Perhaps it was some of the potion's effects kicking in. But that crib did look strangely inviting.

"Isn't it, though?" Sweet said with a smile. "And this is where you'll be staying till noon tomorrow! Isn't that delightful?"

Twilight grinned a little, somewhat enchanted by Sweet's soft tone. That had to be part of the potion's effects...although she had found Sweet's tone to be soothing even when they had just met. Maybe it was part of her special talent? She hadn't really thought much into the little cloud-looking cutie mark that adorned Sweet's flank. Perhaps it wasn't a cloud at all, but a little dream balloon like they used in comics? That did make some sense to her. Maybe she was good at soothing ponies, which certainly seemed to fit quite well with her job.

Twilight looked over to Rainbow to see how she was doing. To her surprise, Rainbow was no longer by her side. Instead, she had headed to the center of the room, where Sweet was setting up some type of little mat. They were both right next to her a moment ago...had she really spaced out long enough to miss that?

"Now then," Sweet said, getting some supplies from a nearby bag. "Since Dashie has been here before, she's getting a slight change to her treatment."

"Change?" Dashie asked.

"Mhm!" Sweet responded. She patted the mat, and Dashie obediently laid down on her back with such eagerness that it caused Twilight to grin. "You're going to be the big filly, maybe about three years old. And newbie Twily here is going to be the little one, about two years old like you were last time." Twily smiled lightly. She usually only let her parents and her BBBFF call her Twily, but it sounded nice coming from Sweet.

Any lingering thoughts Twily was having stopped when she watched Sweet produce a diaper from her bag. It was so rare to see Dashie sit still for anypony, let alone let somepony do something like this to her, but there she was, willingly moving herself around to allow Sweet to do her work. Within moments, Dashie had been expertly diapered, and without so much as a fuss. In fact, her smile couldn't have been wider as she wiggled her now-padded rump. Twilight tried to think about how odd it was, but her thoughts were quickly becoming muddy, her mind beginning to dull. As she looked at the happily-diapered Dashie, she began to feel pangs of jealousy. She looked so happy and comfy...why wasn't she happy and comfy too? As if Sweet was answering her thoughts, she turned and smiled warmly at Twily.

"Your turn, little one," Sweet cooed. "Lay down for Mama Sweet."

"Nana Sweet," Dashie corrected, now sitting down and patting her diaper.

"For you, it's Nana Sweet," Sweet replied, ruffling her mane. "Maybe it's Mama for Twily! What do you think, Twily?"

Twily tilted her head in thought, thought which was becoming harder to focus on. Sweet sounded nice and cheerful when she said Mama. Maybe that was the right answer. Besides, Sweet was so nice like a Mama was supposed to be.

"Mama Sweet!" Twily responded with a smile.

"Mama it is, then!" Sweet responded with a smile. "But it's still Nana for you, Dashie." She turned her attention back to Twily and gave her a gentle smile. "Now lay down like a good little filly for Mama Sweet, okay?"

Twily smiled from ear to ear as she was called a good little filly. She quickly laid down on her back, looking up at Sweet.

"Good filly," Sweet cooed. "Bottoms up!" Twily felt a little tap on her cutie mark. She giggled softly as she raised her hips, enough capacity for thought in her head to figure that this was what she wanted. She tried to see what Sweet was doing, but couldn't see around her own raised hips. She knew what was happening, of course, but part of her really wanted to see it happening. She heard the telltale crinkling sound of a diaper sliding under her, then felt another poking hoof on her cutie mark.

"Bottoms back to bottom!" Sweet said. Twily giggled happily and did as she was told. She felt herself overcome with feelings of comfort and safety as her rump made contact with the diaper for the first time. It felt so nice and soft under her tush, as if she was sitting on the world's comfiest pillow.

"Isn't that niiiice?" Sweet cooed at her. "Twily like her diapers?"

"Yes Mama Sweet," Twily responded, a dull smile on her face. She found herself feeling blissfully happy as Sweet fixed the base of her tail into the tail hole. She felt a cool feeling as she was sprinkled with foal powder, and she began to gently kick her hind legs.

"What are these cute lil' hooves doing?" Sweet asked, taking hold of one of them. She gave its underside a little kiss, resulting in a playful little giggle from Twily. "Heehee...not as ticklish as Dashie, but still adorable!"

Twily felt absolutely at ease with Sweet as the diaper was folded up between her legs. She sighed a comforted sigh as the garment was taped closed, enjoying her pillowy wrappings. Never had she worn something so delightfully comfy.

"Who's Mama's little padded princess?" Sweet asked, beginning to gently rub Twily's belly. Twily relaxed fully into the rubs, letting out a soft coo.

"I'm still Nana's little Wonderbolt, right?" Dashie cut in, feeling left out.

"Of course you are, sweetie," Sweet responded, motioning for Dashie to lay down next to Twily. Dashie was more than happy to do so, and soon both padded ponies were on the receiving end of belly rubs.

Twily looked sideways to Dashie, smiling from ear to ear. Dashie returned the smile and leaned forward to boop Twily's nose with her own. Twily reciprocated the action, and the two giggled gently as they got into a vicious booping war.

"You two are so silly!" Sweet said as she finished rubbing their tummies. "Now come on. I've got everything you two could ever want right here for you. How about we have a little playtime before dinner?"

"Kay!" Twily and Dashie responded together. Both of them got up, and Twily was surprised at just how little coordination she now had. She attempted to walk and quickly found it to be difficult, although still doable. She took a few steps and found herself walking with a ridiculous gait, partially due to her decreased motor skills and partially to the thickness of the garment between her legs; a garment which, she noted, felt so warm and wonderful as it hugged her hindquarters. She felt Dashie quickly move to her side to help her walk a little straighter, and gave her a little smile.

"Good fillies!" Sweet praised. "Come on, we've got a lot of playing to do!"

Twily beamed as she and Dashie followed Mama Sweet. Things had only just started and she was already feeling so happy and carefree. She could only imagine how much better things were going to get.

Toys and Treats

Twily couldn't remember the last time she'd looked at anything with the amount of wonder that she was currently experiencing. Everything she was seeing, hearing, and feeling seemed so amazing to her, even the most mundane of things. The colors of the walls were delightfully eye-catching. The soft rug beneath her hooves tickled as she walked across it. The crinkling of the poofy diapers around her and Dashie's rumps made her giggle softly, and Mama Sweet's soft humming was so soothing. If she had any worries before, they were quite easily forgotten already.

Both fillies squealed playfully as they were lifted up by Sweet's magic. Twily was especially surprised; she was used to being the one lifting others with her magic. Truth be told, being moved around by another's magic was not something that she felt particularly comfortable about. It felt to her like a loss of control, and the only ones she would allow to do so without complaint were her parents and Princess Celestia. She looked to Mama Sweet, who smiled warmly to them as her horn glowed. Twily was already feeling a great deal of trust towards Mama Sweet. It was unclear to her whether or not the effects of the potion instilled that trust in her, but it was there regardless, and it was enough to make her okay with being levitated around by her. She was Mama Sweet, after all, and she would never hurt her little foals.

"Now you girls just sit here and play for a few minutes," Sweet said, depositing the two in a large playpen. "And Mama...and Nana Sweet will be right back once she's got your treats ready. Then we'll have a nice meal, and then I've got a special playtime surprise for you. Dashie, since you're the older filly, you're responsible for little Twily until I get back, okay?"

Twily scrunched her nose. Something felt odd about this. She was pretty positive that she was usually the one that her friends, Dashie included, came to when they needed something, she could swear that she was typically the de facto leader as far as interactions with her friends went. But...that couldn't be the case. Because she was a little foal, and Mama Sweet said that Dashie was older. Mama Sweet wouldn't lie, so it had to be true. She turned to Dashie and smiled at her, accepting the idea of her being in charge. She loved Dashie and Dashie loved her, so letting her be in charge probably wouldn't be too bad.

"Kay Nana Sweet!" Dashie said with a smile, leaning over and giving Twily a hug. Twily giggled and leaned into the hug from the older filly.

"Good fillies," Sweet praised. "I'll be right back!" She quickly made her way into the kitchen, leaving the two little ones on their own.

"Okay Twily!" Dashie said, smiling. "You gotta play what I wanna play cause I'm the oldest!" Twily smiled back at Dashie, staring at her with reverence. She wanted to be a good filly and listen to Dashie, and she was certain that whatever playtime ideas Dashie had would be super-fun.

"Okay Dashie," Twily responded. She felt a bit of wetness on the side of her mouth and quickly realized she'd been drooling a bit. That didn't bother her. Fillies her age sometimes did that. She watched eagerly as Dashie looked around the playpen for something fun for the two to play with. She wasn't sure why Dashie was taking so long; to her, everything in the playpen looked really, really fun. Knowing Dashie, though, she wouldn't stop until she found the single most funnest thing there was. Twily hesitated for a moment. If her adult mind could have heard her use the word "funnest" in earnest, it would have likely revolted. But right now, her adult mind was resting, and her foal mind found "funnest" to be the bestest possible word for the situation.

"Think fast!" Dashie suddenly shouted. Twily looked up to see a small rubber ball hurtling towards her. She was left with no time to react, and the surprise of being struck on the nose with the ball caused her to fall back on her diapered rump. It didn't hurt too bad, being a small, soft ball, but the tiny bit of pain and the large bit of surprise were a lethal combination for the foal-minded mare, and tears began to well up in her eyes. She tried to fight them, but a sense of fear overtook her, and however illogical it was, her mind was making her freak out about the pain and wonder if it would ever leave.

"I'm sorry!" Dashie said, rushing up to her as fast as her motor skills would allow. "I didn't mean to! Don't cry!" Dashie quickly wrapped Twilight in a big hug, squeezing her so tightly it made her squeak. She pulled back from the hug a moment later, leaning in to inspect Twily's nose. After a moment, she puckered her lips up and gave Twily's nose a wet little kiss. "All better?" Twily sniffled, managing a smile. Her nose was already feeling better, and she was convinced it was due to Dashie's sweet little kiss.

"Better," Twily responded.

"Good!" Dashie said, backing up and pointing to the ball near Twily's hooves. "Throw it!"

Twily's mind worked slowly, processing what Dashie had told her to do. She reached forward with both front hooves, getting a weak grasp on the ball. Picking things up was proving to be more difficult than she expected, causing her to drop the ball once, but she was determined to get it. After all, this is what Dashie wanted, and Dashie knew best. Another try proved fruitful, and she found the ball gripped tightly between her front hooves. With a cute little grunt, Twily threw the ball with all her might. She watched as the ball fell a mere few feet from her. She was no athlete when she was her normal self, but she certainly would have gotten it farther than that. It didn't matter to Twily though. She did what Dashie wanted, and it was still managing to bounce and roll its way over to her. Twily giggled happily; this was fun!

"Throw harder Twily!" Dashie said as she hurled the ball back, though a little lighter this time so she wouldn't smack her in the face. The ball bounced once and landed by Twily's hooves, and Twily giggled as she grabbed for it. Her lack of coordination caused her to miss, but it worked out anyway as she ended up accidentally kicking it in Dashie's direction. This delighted her even more as she watched the ball roll towards Dashie. The two ended up passing the ball back and forth for a while, unsure of exactly how long it was.

"Wanna do something else!" Dashie suddenly declared as Twily was about to throw the ball back. She began to look around for more toys, until her eyes settled on a set of markers.

"Twiiiiily," Dashie said with a grin. "We gotta play a new game!"

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"Okay, girls!" Sweet sang as she reentered the nursery. "Dinner's rea-"

Sweet stopped in her tracks. Sitting in front of her were her two little charges, and from the looks of things, perhaps leaving them alone for so long wasn't the best of ideas. Dashie was smiling an innocent little smile as she sat next to Twily, whose face was absolutely covered in marker. Silly little designs had been drawn all over her, and judging by the smile on her face, she couldn't care less.

"We play carnival!" Twily announced happily.

"I'm the face painter pony!" Dashie said with a proud grin.

Sweet just stared for a few moments before shaking her head and smirking. "You fillies are too much." She poked Dashie's chest with a hoof. "And you, missy, are lucky that those markers are washable, or else you'd be in big trouble."

"Trouble?" Dashie asked, her ears falling.

"Mhm," Sweet responded. "This is a place for ponies to relax, but I still have to do something if they misbehave. Luckily, you're off the hook this time. But no more drawing on Twily, okay? Let's be good little fillies."

"Kay Nana Sweet," Dashie replied, perking up a little once she realized that she wasn't, in fact, in trouble.

"Good girl," Sweet said. "Now come to the bathroom with Twily and I so I can clean her face off." She leaned in and gave Twily a kiss on the cheek. "Mama's going to make you all neat and clean, okay? We want to make sure everypony can see your pretty face."

Twily beamed back at Sweet. Out of the corner of her eye, Twily could see a little pout on Dashie's face. If she had the capacity to think like an adult, she likely would have caught the jealousy in Dashie's stare. She didn't, though, as she was far too focused on the praise from her mama. She waddled along happily, thinking about how pretty her face must have been for her mama to notice, while Dashie followed, much less enthusiastic. Thankfully for her, Sweet was quite attentive.

"Why the long face, sweetie?" Sweet asked.

"I wanna be pretty too..." Dashie mumbled. Sweet stopped and looked straight into Dashie's eyes.

"You are pretty, my little Dashie," Sweet told her. "You're so pretty...Nana Sweet wishes she could be as pretty as you two lil' cuties." This caused the two to gasp.

"You're real pretty Mama Sweet!" Twily exclaimed.

"You're the prettiest Nana ever!" Dashie added. Sweet giggled and reached out to hug the two of them, giving them little pats on their diapered rumps.

"Aww, thank you girls," Sweet said. "Now c'mon, no more time for dawdling. We need to get your face clean so you can eat and then go play!" The two fillies nodded obediently and continued on towards the bathroom.

Once Twily's face was all clean again, Sweet led the pair into the dining room. She used her magic to levitate Twily up, and this time Twily didn't even worry for a second. Mama Sweet only had her best intentions in mind, so she was welcome to move her about as she pleased. She found herself seated in a high chair and raised her forelegs at Sweet's prompting so the tray could be lowered to secure her into the chair. She was still getting used to the idea of the diaper around her waist. It was so thick and fluffy under her rump, she felt almost like she was sitting on a super-comfy pillow. She wiggled playfully in her high chair, taking in the feeling. Dashie, meanwhile, was lifted by Sweet's magic and placed into a regular chair as Sweet explained to her that she was grown-up enough to not need a high chair, although there was a little strap attached to it to make sure she didn't fall off.

"Time for noms!" Sweet said as she placed dishes of carrots in front of the two. "And a special little treat to accompany your dinners." Each plate of carrots was soon joined by a small slice of cranberry sauce, a fact which was greatly appreciated by the two.

"Open up, cutie!" Sweet said, moving a spoon towards Dashie's mouth. Dashie had different plans, though, as she pouted.

"I can do it Nana Sweet," Dashie said, trying her best to sound grown-up.

"Oh my, I'm ever so sorry," Sweet said with a bemused smirk. "I should know that you're a big filly." She placed the spoon in Dashie's hooves.

"Look! I can do it!" Dashie bragged, making sure to make a big spectacle of putting her own spoon in her mouth so Sweet would be proud of her.

"Very good, Dashie!" Sweet praised. "You're such a big girl now!" She moved over to Twily and smiled sweetly at her. "But the little one still needs Mama's help, right?" She quickly tied a little bib around Twily's neck, then moved the spoon towards her mouth, making little whooshing sounds as it approached. Twily giggled in delight and opened her mouth, letting Sweet spoon-feed her. She could vaguely remember being able to feed herself, but being fed by Mama Sweet was so nice and relaxing. She ate her food obediently, staring lovingly at Mama Sweet as she did. Every once in a while she would catch sight of Dashie glancing at her, but the sweet, nummy cranberry sauce distracted her from it. She ended up getting some of it on her face, and Mama Sweet was happy to clean it off for her, all the while praising her for how much she did manage to get in her mouth.

"You both ate so well!" Sweet marveled. "Now let's wash those num-nums down, hm?" She lit her horn up and quickly floated over a foal bottle full of milk and a sippy cup. The sippy cup was placed in front of Dashie, while the bottle stayed in Sweet's magical grasp. She gave Twily's belly a poke. "Let's go sit on the couch and have our ba-ba, hm?"

"Yes Mama Sweet!" Twily responded cheerfully. Sweet removed the tray from the high chair and helped Twily down, but she paused when she caught sight of Dashie staring a forlorn stare at her cup.

"What's the matter, Dashie?" Sweet asked, tilting her head.

"Don't like this," Dashie said with a frown, nudging the cup.

"It's juice, darling," Sweet replied. "It's very tasty!"

"Not the juice," Dashie said. "Cup."

"You don't like the cup?" Sweet asked. Then she equipped a sly little grin. "Are you saying you want a ba-ba too?" Dashie replied with a mumble, looking down and blushing. Sweet giggled softly and trotted over to pat her on the back. "You're a big filly, Dashie."

"But I wanna sit with you an' Twily," Dashie moaned. She let out a little sniffle, one which was quickly muted by a hug from Sweet.

"Shhhhshshsh," Sweet whispered. "Even big fillies can do foalish things. That doesn't make them any less of a big filly." She lit her horn up once more, and the sippy cup was replaced with a fresh bottle of milk. Dashie's eyes lit up, but a look of worry quickly crossed her face.

"I still a big filly?" Dashie asked. Sweet giggled and ran a hoof through Dashie's mane.

"Of course," Sweet said. "You're Nana's little big filly."

"I can't be little an' big Nana Sweet!" Dashie laughed as she got out of her chair. Sweet looked over the adult-bodied pony with the foalish mind and grinned.

"I think you can," Sweet told her. Then she gave both fillies' diapered rumps a gentle pat. "Now c'mon. Growing fillies need their milk." The two giggled and followed Sweet over to the couch. Sweet sat down and patted either side, and Twily and Dashie both worked on climbing onto the couch. Dashie got up with only tiny problems, but Twily was less coordinated and needed Sweet's help to get up on the couch.

"Heads on me," Sweet said with a smile, patting her lap. Both fillies were more than happy to curl up on either side of Sweet and rest their heads in her lap. Sweet held the bottles in front of their mouths, gently inserting the amber nipples once they were open. Twily looked a bit confused as the nipple entered her mouth, unsure as to how to work it. She watched as Dashie immediately got to drinking and tried to imitate her actions, and it was soon rewarded with a few drops of milk. Twily was delighted by this and tried to repeat her action, eventually falling into a gentle, rhythmic suckling. Little suckling sounds filled the air as the two happy fillies drank their milk. Sweet stroked their manes as they drank, cooing and telling them how good they were being.

Twily drank until she felt she couldn't fit any more in her belly, but was encouraged by Sweet to finish the tiny bit of milk remaining. Twily wanted to make Sweet happy, so she began suckling again. She eventually finished the last bit of her milk, feeling overfull but very satisfied. Sweet carefully sat both Twily and Dashie up, draping their upper halves over her shoulders. She began gently patting their backs, and Dashie was quick to let out a burp. Twily did the same shortly after, but a bit of milk accompanied the burp.

"Nana! Twily spit up!" Dashie alerted her. Twily blushed lightly, but Sweet shushed her as she pulled her back to a sitting position and began dabbing at her mouth with the bib that she still hadn't removed. Twily's brief moment of embarrassment passed quickly. What just happened was perfectly okay. Mama Sweet was there to take care of her.

Playtime, Playmates, and Punishments

Twily felt full. Very, very full. That bottle of milk had really done a number on her, and it felt like her belly had grown to about double its size. But she was very content with that feeling. She felt full and safe and happy, and the safety and happiness only increased when a little pink pacifier was slipped into her mouth. The pacifier might not have been giving milk like the nipple of the bottle had, but it still felt very nice and calming to suck on. She felt her eyelids begin to droop as she sucked her paci, and glanced over to Dashie. Dashie had also been given a paci, and she looked to be enjoying hers just as much. It was a little funny to Twily to see a big filly like Dashie sucking a pacifier too, but Mama Sweet had said earlier that it was okay for big fillies to do little filly things sometimes, and Mama Sweet was the smartest, nicest pony ever. If she said it was okay, then there was no chance that it could not be okay.

Twily tried to lean over a bit to get closer to Dashie. She began to lean across Mama Sweet, reaching a foreleg out towards Dashie. Suddenly, she felt Mama Sweet's magic take hold of her. She giggled lightly as she was picked up and sat down on Sweet's lap.

"Where's baby Twily going?" Sweet asked playfully. Twily considered responding, but that would have meant letting her paci fall out of her mouth, and she liked sucking on it so much. She felt Mama Sweet lift her knees a bit, causing Twily to bounce on her lap. She giggled joyfully, prompting Sweet to repeat the action. Her padded rump bounced over and over on Sweet's lap, and she was rather certain that this was the most fun she'd ever had. She burst into peals of laughter, not caring as her paci fell out of her mouth, now dangling from the string around her neck.

"I wanna!" Dashie shouted, sitting up. Twily glanced over just in time to see Dashie put both front hooves on her. She gave a quick push, and Twily found herself tumbling onto the couch. She landed on the cushion with a little bounce and stared up at Dashie as she tried to climb onto Sweet's lap. She hadn't been hurt at all, but being knocked off of Sweet's lap and forced from the fun bouncing upset her greatly. She sniffled twice before the emotional dam burst, and she began to wail, tears streaming down her cheeks. It wasn't fair that Dashie was bigger and stronger and older and could do that to her.

"Dashie!" Sweet exclaimed. "That wasn't nice!"

"Wanna bounce!" Dashie shouted, ignoring Twily's cries as she continued to try to sit on Sweet's lap. Sweet would not allow it, though, lighting her horn up and holding Dashie in place.

"Nana Sweet isn't going to reward you for pushing little Twily!" Sweet responded. "Now that's strike two. If you don't apologize to Twily by the time I count to three, then that's going to be strike three and you're gonna get punished. Understood?"

"Wanna bounce!" Dashie repeated, although a little quieter than before.

"One..." Sweet began, staring intently at the floating Dashie. Dashie shrank back a little, a bit of worry entering her eyes.

"But Nana Sweet..." Dashie began. Sweet, however, was undeterred.

"Two..." Sweet continued. Dashie looked panicked and conflicted, weighing her need for fun and her desire to avoid punishment. Just as Sweet's mouth began to form the next word, Dashie quickly gave up on her goal.

"I sorry Twily!" Dashie shouted. Sweet's face lightened, and she placed Dashie on the couch next to Twily as she helped her up.

"There you go," Sweet said. "I knew you were a good filly. Now hug Twily." Dashie complied immediately, wrapping her forelegs around Twily and even giving her a wet kiss on the cheek.

"Sorry Twily," Dashie repeated. "Sorry I pushed you. I love you." Twily sniffled and leaned into the embrace, smiling a little as her tears began to fade.

"L-Love you too Dashie," Twily said, making a little squeak as Dashie tightened her hug. Sweet beamed and joined in the hug.

"And I love you both," Sweet cooed, placing their pacifiers back in their mouths. "Now come on. I've got a special playtime surprise for you." She got up, and Dashie was quick to get up as well. Twily began to get up, but to her younger mind, the drop off of the couch seemed much bigger than it was. She felt twinges of fear begin to pop up, but they were soon settled as Sweet's magic lifted her up. She giggled softly as she was levitated onto Sweet's back and happily rested her chin on her mane.

"This way!" Sweet announced, heading out the door. Twily sighed happily, soothed by the gentle rhythm of Sweet's trotting. Her gaze danced along the walls, observing the colorful animal stickers adorning them that had somehow escaped her attention before. Every one of them was smiling, and even though Twily knew they were just pictures, something about seeing all of their smiling faces made her smile too. She closed her eyes, listening peacefully to the mismatched trotting sounds from Mama Sweet and Dashie. She had no idea where they were going, but she didn't care. Wherever it was, she would be with Mama Sweet and Dashie, so it would be fine.

The two fillies were brought to a door that Dashie hadn't seen on her previous visit. Sweet opened the door, and both Twily and Dashie's eyes went wide at the sight. Inside the room was a giant indoor playground. Swings, slides, a sandbox...every amenity a little filly could ever ask for in a playground, centered right here in this very room.

"Wooooooow!" Dashie exclaimed. "Coooooool!" Twily giggled, nodding eagerly and squirming slightly on Sweet's back, eager to go play with all the fun things.

"I had a feeling you two would like this room," Sweet said with a grin. "I wish I could have showed it to you on your last visit, Dashie, but it wasn't quite ready yet." The older pony's words seemed to be lost on the younger ones, who were both utterly enthralled with the idea of playing on that playground. Sweet noticed this and chuckled, lifting Twily up in her magic and setting her down on her hooves next to Dashie. "Go on then, little ones. Have fun! I'll be right here." Twily and Dashie smiled at each other, then began to gallop towards the playground. They only managed to make it a few feet before they stopped in their tracks. There was another pony here. The green earth pony mare smiled warmly at the two, a smile that attempted to calm the uncertainties currently dancing through their minds.

"Hello there!" the mystery mare said. "Aren't you two just precious?"

"Well hello there, Seafoam!" Sweet said cheerfully. "Girls, this is Miss Seafoam. She's one of the newer caretakers here. And Miss Seafoam, this is Dashie and Twily." Sweet gave her girls a smile. "You girls can trust her, she's a very nice pony." This seemed to be all Dashie needed to hear, as she broke into a big smile.

"Hi Miss See...Seefo!" Dashie said, struggling slightly with the name before settling on her own version of it. "Wanna see how high I can swing?"

"I'd love to!" Seafoam responded. She turned to look at Twily, who was not quite as eager as Dashie. Twily was currently trying to hide behind Sweet's legs, a feat which would have been far more successful had Twily actually been the size to match the age she was mentally.

"Aww...lil' princess is a bit shy," Sweet said softly. "It's okay, darling. Say, would you like to play with Miss Seafoam's little friend? She's taking care of a little filly too."

Twily hesitated. She hadn't even thought of the fact that there might be other fillies and colts relaxing here. If she had the capability to think deeper into it, she probably would have realized that this had to be the case, or else the establishment likely wouldn't be earning enough money to continue functioning. At the moment, though, all she could think of was how it would be fun to play with another little filly. She gave a shy little smile and a nod.

"Great!" Sweet said. "Where's little Bonnie, Miss Seafoam?"

"She's right over there in the sandbox!" Seafoam said as Dashie was trying to drag her over to the swing set. Twily tried to follow Dashie, forgetting her earlier thoughts, but Sweet put a hoof on her back.

"Don't you want to play in the fun sandbox?" Sweet asked gently. Twily smiled at her tone of voice and nodded.

"Yes Mama Sweet!" Twily said happily. Sweet giggled and led Twily to the sandbox. Twily smiled at the pony sitting in the sandbox. She was another nice filly, the same size as her. Her coat was cream-colored and her curly blue and pink mane was tied into little pigtails. Twily knew she'd met her before in town, and the name "Bon-Bon" came to mind, which made a lot of sense considering Sweet had called her Bonnie. She'd had no idea that Bonnie was a little filly too, but judging from the diaper around her waist, it was clear that she was.

"Hi!" Bonnie said cheerfully as Twily approached. "I'm Bonnie! Wanna be friends?" Twily beamed at the prospect of another friend. She knew she'd seen Bonnie around town before but never really got to know her very well for some reason. A nice, fun playtime would be the perfect opportunity to make a new friend.

"Friends!" Twily said, plopping her rump down in the sand. "I'm Twily! What you playing?"

"Playing sand castles," Bonnie told her, patting her little plastic shovel against the sand she'd gathered into her bucket. "I making a pretty one! Wanna help?" Twily looked over to where Dashie was for approval, since she was the older one. Seeing Dashie happily occupied with showing her swinging ability off to Miss Seafoam, she instead looked towards Mama Sweet, who nodded encouragingly.

"Kay!" Twily responded with a smile.

"Yay!" Bonnie cheered. "I make the castle, you make the moat!" Twily quickly nodded in agreement. She carefully picked up another nearby shovel, having a bit of difficulty grasping it. A few efforts were made to dig properly, but her motor control was a bit more inhibited than Bonnie's and it proved to be a much more difficult task than she'd expected. Frustration slowly started to set in, but Twily was determined. She wanted to be Bonnie's friend and Bonnie wanted her to dig a moat, so that was what she absolutely, positively had to do. With that thought in mind, she discarded the shovel, opting instead to dig her front hooves into the sand. This proved far easier than manipulating that silly old shovel, and she smiled widely in Bonnie's direction as she dug. Bonnie smiled back, and Twily couldn't possibly be happier.

Twily's digging slowed suddenly as she felt a new, yet still familiar feeling overtake her. It started with a slight shiver down below, and then was immediately followed by a spreading warmth in her crotch. She quickly realized that she was wetting her diaper, just like the little foal that she was. She hadn't even realized that she had to go, but mounting evidence within her diaper proved that she certainly had. The flow kept going, fueled by all the tea and milk she'd had earlier, and the warm wetness continued to spread. It felt like forever before the flow finally stopped, leaving Twily in a rather sodden diaper.

Twily sat still for a few moments, processing the events that had just transpired. A bit of worry began to spring up, mixed with a tiny bit of embarrassment as she noticed Bonnie looking at her. For some reason, though, both of those emotions felt alien to her, as if there was some reason to have them buried deep in her mind, but that reason refused to show itself. A third emotion poked its way into her mental battle: calmness. This one felt a lot more fitting. There was no reason to be worried about a wet diaper. Mama Sweet would change her. There was no reason to be embarrassed, either. She was a little filly, and little fillies wet their diapers all the time. In fact, upon a quick look at Bonnie, it was entirely possible that she was wet as well. Dashie very well might have been as well, seeing as they'd both had their tea and milk at the same time. It was all okay, because they were all foals and that was just what foals did. Plus, the warm feeling didn't hurt matters. Worry and embarrassment were quickly vanquished, and a calm smile once again crossed Twily's face.

"You okay Twily?" Bonnie asked. Twily blinked and looked back at Bonnie, finally realizing how long she'd been sitting there and doing nothing.

"I'm okay!" Twily responded cheerfully. And she truly believed it.

"I make big cannons for the castle!" Bonnie declared, pointing out two twigs that she'd put on top of the sand towers. "An' they'll blow up the bad guys that want our castle! Boom!" She threw a little pebble she'd found for emphasis, watching it land just outside the bit of moat that Twily had dug. Twily giggled, delighted, and began digging more.

"They never gonna get it!" Twily insisted. "Not with the biggest moat in the world!" She dug rapidly, determined to bring this claim to reality. Nothing would stand in her way. Not difficult-to-use shovels, not wet diapers...nothing.

"Aww, look at the little sweethearts!"

Twily beamed as she heard Mama Sweet's voice praising her and her new friend. She looked back with a big smile to see her approaching. Next to her was Miss Seafoam, and trailing behind them was Dashie.

"Such good fillies," Seafoam added, leaning in to pat Bonnie on the head. "You two have made such a nice castle!" Twily nodded eagerly, basking in the praise. She caught sight of Dashie out of the corner of her eye and was confused by the look on her face. Dashie looked upset, and Twily couldn't imagine why.

"I swung real high!" Dashie said loudly, trying to call the attention back to herself.

"Yes you did, sweetie," Sweet told her, turning to give her a smile. "But we should also tell Twily she did a good job with what she was doing, shouldn't we?" Dashie pouted a little as the adults turned their attention back to Twily and Bonnie.

"Is that a moat?" Seafoam asked.

"Yes!" Twily responded, beaming proudly.

"You did such a good job digging it!" Sweet told her, patting her on the head. Twily couldn't possibly be prouder. She thought the moat was pretty decent, but it was unfinished and she figured it could have been better. If Mama Sweet approved of it, though, then it must have been good. She smiled sweetly up to the two adults as they fawned over her. All the attention from the grownups was a really nice thing. She wasn't normally one to care much about getting attention, but she had to admit that it could be nice when it came.

Twily's thoughts were interrupted when she felt a tugging at the back of her diaper's waistband. She looked behind her just in time to see Dashie, one hoof pulling the waistband and the other holding one of the shovels. She tried to ask what she was doing, but before she could, Dashie tilted the shovel down, and sand began pouring into her diaper. Twily squealed uncomfortably as the scratchy, grainy sand was poured in, kicking her hind legs and wiggling. The wiggling, however, did nothing but make the whole situation even more uncomfortable. The sand was getting everywhere, and Twily couldn't take the feeling anymore. Left with no other alternative, she burst into tears.

"Twily!" Sweet gasped. Her gaze shot behind her, catching Dashie red-hoofed as she tried, but failed, to drop the shovel in time. She frowned, and before Dashie could get away, she lit her horn up, holding Dashie in her magic. "What do you think you're doing, young filly?" Dashie bit her lip, trying to squirm in Sweet's magical grasp as she began to realize the weight of the situation and that she had done a bad thing. Her stubbornness, however, would not allow her to admit it.

"I swung real high!" Dashie insisted, rather sure in her mind that this was a valid argument. She looked at Sweet desperately, expecting to be released, but release was not coming as Sweet hugged the still-sobbing Twily, whose sudden onset of tears had caused Bonnie to begin crying as well.

"Yes, and we watched you do it," Sweet said sternly. "We gave you plenty of attention, and it was Twily's turn. You can't go being mean to Twily just because you're not getting every bit of our attention."

"B-but..." Dashie stammered. The disappointed looks from Sweet and Seafoam as they tried to calm Twily and Bonnie down. Her resolve began to fade, and she soon found herself tearing up as she realized just how much trouble she was in.

"I'm afraid this is strike three, Dashie," Sweet said, shaking her head. "Seafoam, will you please watch Twily for a moment?"

"Of course," Seafoam said. Twily found herself shifted into Seafoam's embrace, but even that little bit of shifting was enough to irritate her, and her crying only increased in volume. She clung to both Seafoam and Bonnie, helplessly crying as the grownup tried to calm the two of them down. Sweet, meanwhile, levitated a worried Dashie away from the sandbox and sat her down near a bench, still not relinquishing her from her grasp. Dashie's eyes followed her as she opened a nearby closet, digging through it. Dashie's mind raced with worrisome ideas of what manner of punishment Nana Sweet had in store for her.

"Here we go," Sweet said, dragging a large foal carrier seat from the closet. The seat was padded, its padding covered in a blue cloth adorned with clouds, and had a handle affixed to the top of it. Dashie stared at it, unsure of what Sweet had in mind.

"I'm sorry I have to do this, Dashie," Sweet said, setting the carrier down next to her. "But I can't just let you act out without punishment. You're going to have to sit in the carrier and watch Twily have fun until playtime is over. You can use that time to think about what you've done."

Dashie felt herself lifted up as Sweet finished her declaration. She had expected something like a spanking, but the idea of being forced to watch playtime and know she couldn't participate was almost worse. She tried to struggle and actually managed a bit of wiggling, but a stern look from Nana Sweet made her reluctantly cease her struggling. She was placed down onto the soft padding of the carrier.

"Now sit still, Dashie," Sweet told her as she freed her from her magical grasp. "And let me buckle you in. I certainly hope you can be good and not put up a fight for Nana." The sentiment was not lost on Dashie, and as little as she wanted to be strapped in, she laid still and let Nana Sweet do her work. Within a few moments, she was securely buckled into the carrier seat. She whimpered slightly, frustrated at being locked down. Even the super-comfy padding that swaddled her from practically all angles wasn't putting a smile on her face, and things were only made worse when her carrier was magically lifted and turned around so she could get a view of the playground. It just wasn't fair. The only thing stopping her from whimpering more was Sweet placing her pacifier back in her mouth. That helped calm her a bit, but not enough to make up for missing out on the rest of the fun.

Twily, meanwhile, was beginning to calm down as Sweet returned to her and the others, the carrier only about ten feet away. She might have been calmer now, but the discomfort of the sand in her diaper was still quite prevalent. She felt Sweet's hoof slip around and give her diaper a little check.

"Well then," Sweet said gently. "Looks like we'll kill two birds with one stone by changing you out of this one, huh?" Twily only sniffled in response, prompting a gentle hug from Sweet before she was picked up in her magic. Twily soon found herself laid down on her back on a changing mat that Sweet had set out. She patted a hoof against the mat, interested in the crinkly sound that it made. This occupied her for a bit as Sweet undid the tapes on her diaper, letting it flop open. For the briefest of moments, Twily felt a bit of self-consciousness at being changed in front of Miss Seafoam and Bonnie, as if a tiny bit of her adult mind had come back to visit. It was quick to fade, though. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. All that really mattered was being put in a fresh, clean, sand-less diaper.

"Look how calm she is for her change," Seafoam marveled. "Bonnie here is always so wiggly and squirmy."

"She sounds an awful lot like Dashie," Sweet said with a smile as she began to clean Twily thoroughly with a foal wipe, making sure not a single grain of sand was left on her. "You can't stop Dashie from moving about." She glanced back towards Dashie, who was still looking quite unhappy in her carrier, her little struggles only helping to prove Sweet's point.

Twily, meanwhile, was staring up at Mama Sweet, love in her eyes. Mama Sweet was caring for her so gently and tenderly. Every little wipe with the foal wipe was relaxing her further, calming her so much that she nearly forgot what she was crying about moments ago. It felt so nice and cool against her body, a large contrast to the discomfort that the sand had been causing her. She noticed both Seafoam and Bonnie watching, but she wasn't concerned about it. She felt her pacifier slip back into her mouth and happily got to suckling, no longer paying much attention to her surroundings. Sweet's magic enveloped her hind hooves and gently lifted them up enough to pick her rump up off of the pad. Her new diaper was slid under her, and she felt herself lowered back down onto it, the soft feeling causing her to giggle lightly. A few sprinkles of foal powder later and Sweet folded the diaper up between her legs, taping it closed.

"All better," Sweet cooed. "Are you happy now, sweetheart?" Twily nodded in response, calmly suckling on her paci.

"Wonderful," Sweet said. "Now you go play with Bonnie while I sit with Dashie. You've got about fifteen minutes until bedtime, so make the most of it!" Twily giggled and nodded eagerly, crawling her way back to her new friend.

The rest of playtime was mostly uneventful. Every once in a while, Twily would interrupt her playing to look over towards the others. She wondered briefly why Dashie was strapped into that big, comfy-looking seat. She didn't look very happy about it, but Twily couldn't imagine why. It looked so comfy, she almost wanted to sit in it. Dashie didn't seem to agree, though, and spent a lot of time fidgeting, although her fidgeting slowed when Mama Sweet started to rock her in her seat. Miss Seafoam would move in here and there to help Twily and Bonnie when they needed it, but for the most part they were left to play on their own. Twily gave Bonnie a big hug when she was told that playtime was over. She was really nice, and Twily hoped to get to play with her again sometime. The mostly-independent playing made Twily feel like a big filly, a feeling that was only reinforced when Mama Sweet allowed her to walk on her own back to the nursery while the older Dashie was carried along in her carrier. Dashie's complaints had all but ceased by this point. As much as the active filly disliked missing out on the rest of playtime, she had to admit that her punishment for acting out was at least a comfortable one.

The three ponies soon reached the nursery once more, and Sweet led her two little charges inside. Twily was yawning by this point, and Dashie was on the verge of sleep herself. It had been a very active and exciting day for the two fillies, and they were certainly feeling about ready for bedtime. Dashie let out a little yawn as she was freed from the carrier and set down on her hooves. She began to head for the bedroom but was stopped by Sweet's magic.

"Ah, ah," Sweet said as she prepared nighttime bottles for the two. "Dashie, I believe you have something you have to say to Twily before you head off to night-nights?" Twily looked at Sweet, confused. By this point she'd practically forgotten about what Dashie did to her. Dashie, however, had not. She blushed a little and looked down.

"Sorry for putting sand in your diapee, Twily," Dashie said quietly. "It was mean, an' I shouldn't be mean to you cause I love you."

Twily looked at Dashie blankly for a few moments before memories of the incident came rushing back. She frowned a little, remembering just how uncomfortable it was. Her first instinct was to be upset with Dashie. She had no reason to be so mean to her. Then she thought about it a little more. Dashie might have been mean, but Twily could tell that she felt really bad about being mean. Maybe it was just because being mean got her punished, but either way, Dashie apologized, and as far as she could tell, she meant it. Twily smiled a big smile and wrapped her forelegs around Dashie, nuzzling her cheek.

"It's okay Dashie," Twily said with a giggle. "I love you too."

"Awww," Sweet cooed. "Good girls. Now come here, Dashie. You still need a change before bedtime."

"I do?" Dashie asked. She looked down and gave her diaper a poke. She giggled, not even having realized she'd wet herself, and waddled over to Sweet for her change. Twily sat by quietly, sucking on her pacifier while Sweet did her work. Soon enough, Dashie was happy and warm in a dry diaper. Both fillies were then summoned to the couch, where Sweet had them curl up on either side of her again to drink their nighttime bottles. The two noticed that the bottles were bigger than the previous ones, but after so much playing, a nice big drink was just what they needed. It took a while, but both Twily and Dashie managed to finish their bottles. The two were burped and set down on the floor once they were finished. Twily yawned a powerful yawn; she'd already been tired, but a belly full of warm milk was only making her that much more sluggish.

"Who's ready for beddie-byes?" Sweet asked. She didn't even bother to wait for the two to respond as she headed towards the bedroom. Twily and Dashie both waddled close behind, wanting nothing more than to get into bed.

Twily looked in sleepy wonder at the bedroom. Everything about it looked so cozy and inviting. She wasn't sure if it was just because she was so tired, but even looking at the big, comfy-looking crib was helping to make her yearn for sleep that much more. Her attention was drawn from the crib when she saw Dashie being dressed in a cute little Wonderbolts-themed footed sleeper. She stared longingly at Dashie, instantly filling up with jealousy. Why couldn't she get a nice, cozy-looking set of pajamas? Just as she began to pout, Sweet's attention turned to her.

"Aw, don't think I forgot you, lil' cutie," Sweet said with a grin. "I think I've got just the thing for you." Twily watched with excitement as Sweet began going through the closet again, and when she re-emerged, Twily's eyes grew as large as saucers. In Sweet's magical grasp was an adorable little sleeper that was fashioned to look like a princess dress, complete with frills and designs at the hooves that were meant to look like the same type of golden shoes that Princess Celestia usually wore. The set was completed by a small hood with a tiara stitched on top of it. Twily made a little happy squeal as she looked at the most amazing pajamas she'd ever seen.

"You like?" Sweet asked. She beckoned for Twily to come closer and she happily obliged, stepping eagerly into the sleeper. She smiled widely up at Sweet once she was snug in the sleeper and the hood was pulled up. Sweet stared at the two, positively beaming.

"Nana's little Wonderbolt and Mama's little Princess," Sweet cooed. "You're both the cutest things ever. Now c'mon, it's time for night-nights." She lit her horn up, gently lifting both ponies at once. The two were carefully deposited next to each other in the crib, and they turned to look at each other with little smiles.

"It's been a long day for you two little fillies," Sweet said. "I'm very happy we got to spend this time together. I hope you enjoyed your second visit, Dashie. And Twily, I hope you enjoyed your first enough to give it another try. You're a wonderful couple to do this kind of thing together." She gave the mobile over their heads a gentle tap, letting it spin slowly. Twily smiled sleepily as she stared at the spinning mobile, her already-droopy eyelids drooping even more once Sweet began to sing a soft lullaby. Twily sighed happily as she leaned up against Dashie, who had already fallen asleep. She cuddled up to her, drifting off to sleep in short order.

"Goodnight, girls," Sweet said. She gave each a kiss on the forehead, then rose the side of the crib and locked it. She set the walkie-talkie up to make sure she would hear the two if they needed anything overnight, then tiptoed over to the door, turning the lights off before closing it.

Good Nights and Goodbyes

Twily's sleep was a very peaceful one. It had been a very long time since she had slept straight through the night without waking up for even a brief moment, but that was exactly the case that night. Her night was filled with happy dreams of foalhood, some of which saw her as she was now and some with her as small as a normal foal. Some involved Mama Sweet, and some had her with her family. As varied as they were, each dream held two things in common: Twily was a foal, and she was happy about it.

The sun's rays shone into the window of the nursery, bright enough to cause Twily to stir. She opened her eyes, a deep yawn escaping her lips. She looked to her side, smiling lightly at the sight of Dashie fast asleep and snuggled up to her. A quick peek at Dashie's diaper made her giggle; judging from how much it was bulging, she had clearly soaked it overnight. Her giggling didn't last long, though, as she looked down at her own diaper to see that it might have been even larger than Dashie's. Those big bottles right before bed had really done their job, and thankfully the diapers had also done theirs. With how much the two of them had wet, Twily didn't want to think about what it would have been like if they hadn't.

Twily let out a happy, relaxed sigh, choosing to remain cuddled up for now, enjoying the warmth of her bulky garment. Not that she could go anywhere else even if she wanted; the potion she drank yesterday and the inhibitor on her horn made sure of that. There would be no flying and no teleporting. Until Mama Sweet came to get them, they would remain in the crib. Not that Twily had any complaints. She loved lying in a crib with a soaked diaper, cuddled up to Dashie. She was a good foal, and she loved being a good foal.

As if she could read her mind, the door opened and Sweet poked her head inside. Twily's ears perked, and she looked up from her comfy position with a wide foalish grin.

"Good morning, cuties!" Sweet sang. She entered the room proper and approached the crib, grinning lightly. "Have you been awake long, little princess?" She reached a hoof into the crib and gently tickled beneath Twily's chin, causing the regressed mare to giggle.

"No mama," Twily responded. "I just woke up!"

"Heehee...it doesn't look like the same can be said for Dashie," Sweet said. She popped a pacifier into Twily's mouth, and Twily immediately began sucking on it. The action had become practically autonomous by this point. Sweet then leaned close to Dashie and spoke in the most gentle whisper she could manage.

"Rise and shine, my little Wonderbolt," Sweet said, gently stroking her cheek with a hoof. "Nana's here." Dashie murmured softly, squirming a little as one eye cracked open. As soon as she caught sight of Sweet, she smiled a tired, but genuine smile. Sweet giggled and gave Dashie a little scratch under the chin as well.

"Hi Nana Sweet," Dashie said, stretching a little bit. One of her front hooves brushed against the front of her diaper, and she glanced down at it. Twily noticed the look on Dashie's face right then, and could tell that she had just realized how wet she was. She blushed lightly, but the smile soon returned to her face. She was apparently just as unconcerned about her wetness as Twily was about her own.

"Oh goodness, my little fillies are soaked, aren't they?" Sweet giggled. Her thought was interrupted by the sound of Twily's belly rumbling. Sweet considered her options briefly before smiling gently at the two. "Maybe we'll fill those tummies up and then get you out of those diapers, hm? Usually I save breakfast for when the potion runs out, but usually my fillies' tummies aren't this rumbly." Twily and Dashie nodded quickly. They were both quite hungry, and the warm feeling in their diapers wasn't yet to the point where it was uncomfortable.

"Hungry!" Dashie confirmed. Twily clapped her hooves happily, still sucking on her paci. Sweet grinned and lowered the side of the crib, then lit her horn up and picked the two up in her magical grasp. Each got a kiss on the forehead, and then Dashie was placed on the ground while Twily rested on Sweet's back. Sweet couldn't help an amused giggle as she watched Dashie forced into an even more awkward waddle by the bulk between her hind legs. Twily had no idea why Mama Sweet was giggling, but the sound made her do the same thing. Soon both ponies were laughing, and their laughter was quickly echoed by Dashie, unaware that it was initially at her expense. The three shared a nice, cheerful laugh as they arrived in the kitchen and were seated at the table, Twily in a high chair and Dashie strapped onto a regular chair. The feeling of being sat down on such thick, wet diapers was odd to the two, but they were more concerned with eating than being changed at the moment.

Breakfast time was uneventful, but more than pleasant. Dashie was happy to receive praise for being able to eat her oatmeal all by herself, while Twily enjoyed having hers spoonfed to her by Mama Sweet. The two were once again brought to the couch after their meal for their bottles, and once they were done with them, it was changing time; a face that both appreciated quite a bit, since the warmth had gone and their diapers were beginning to feel uncomfortable. Sweet les the two into the bathroom, and their sleepers were removed and set aside to go into the wash. Dashie was lifted onto the changing table first, and Twily watched quietly as she was changed. She was becoming slightly more conscious of the discomfort that her diaper was causing her, but she wasn't terribly upset by it. It caused a bit of squirming, but she knew that her turn was coming.

"Now you sit right here like a good little filly while I get this icky diaper off of Twily, alright?" Sweet asked Dashie as she set her on the tiled floor. Twily giggled slightly as she saw that Mama Sweet hadn't put Dashie in a new diaper. Mama Sweet was forgetful sometimes. Twily then felt herself lifted up off of the ground and set down onto the changing table on her back. Mama Sweet gave her belly a little tickle, causing her to laugh and squirm. The tickling soon turned into gentle rubs, soothing Twily as the tapes of her diaper were magically undone. Twily had no idea how Mama Sweet knew of her fondness for belly rubs, but figured that mamas just knew these things about their foals. She cooed softly as Sweet removed the sodden garment and disposed of it in the nearby bin. She loved her diapers, but had to admit that it was nice to get that one off. Twily looked towards the pile of fresh diapers, excited to have one put on her, but instead she found herself set down next to Dashie.

"Just one more thing before you can go back to playing," Sweet said, now running the water in the tub. The cold tile under Twily's rump was a far cry from the comfy diaper she was hoping to be put into, but still she sat obediently while Mama Sweet ran the tub. She found herself quite grateful to be lifted alongside Dashie in Sweet's magic once it was ready, and even more so to be deposited into the nice, warm bathwater. She felt a splash of water hit the side of her face, followed by a giggle from Dashie. She turned to face her, grinning playfully. Soon, an all-out splash war had started. It took quite a bit of effort for Sweet to calm the two down, due in part to the fact that she was having a good time with it as well. Sweet managed to calm the two down long enough to get them all soapy and scrub them down with a washcloth. She was very thorough in her cleaning, and made sure to scrub every bit of their bodies, including their manes and tails.

Bath time continued for a short time once the two were thoroughly cleaned. Neither fully seemed to want it to end, perfectly content with playing with the various bath toys and splashing each other. The fun only stopped when an errant splash hit Twily in the eye. Twily began to bawl, but Dashie was quick to hug her and apologize, and wouldn't let go until Twily stopped crying. Sweet decided that bathtime was over once Twily had calmed down, and lifted the two out of the tub, quickly wrapping them up in warm towels. The two were dried off, and Sweet even took the time to brush their manes and tails back into their normal styles.

"Alright, girls," Sweet said. "I'm going to let you two play for a bit. The potion should be wearing off any minute now." She began to head towards the door, but was stopped by the sound of a small whimper from Twily.

"What's wrong, lil' princess?" Sweet asked. Twily pointed a hoof, and Sweet traced its path over to the stack of fresh diapers. She raised a brow.

"You want me to diaper you again, princess?" Sweet asked. "Are you sure? That means you'd be wearing one when your mind goes back to normal." Twily hesitated. That sentence didn't make a ton of sense to her, but something about it sounded familiar. Either way, though, she knew that sitting on the floor without protection between it and her rump wasn't pleasant before, and the diapers were so comfy. She nodded a bit, pointing again.

"Well, alright, princess!" Sweet said cheerfully. "It's not the way I usually do things, but if that's what the princess wants, then that's what the princess gets!" She lifted Twily up, setting her down on the changing table once more. Twily giggled joyfully as her hind hooves were lifted into the air and the new diaper slid under her. Her rump came down on it with a soft crinkling sound, and she stared up at Sweet with a smile as she was lotions and powdered. The garment was folded up between her legs and taped closed, and Twily was diapered once more.

"Twi-Twi likes her diapers, doesn't she?" Sweet cooed. Twily nodded happily as she was set on the ground next to Dashie. Dashie looked a tiny bit bothered by the extra attention that Twily was now getting, but she'd learned her lesson about acting out on those impulses yesterday.

The two were led back into the playroom and sat down on a mat, in case Dashie were to have a last-minute accident. The two spent a short while playing with the various toys that were left for them. It was during a little tea party between one of Twily's dolls and an action figure controlled by Dashie that the potions began to wear off. The tea party slowly petered out as the ponies' adult minds gradually returned to them.

"Welcome back," Sweet said gently as she sat down next to the two. Twilight and Rainbow rubbed their eyes as the haze lifted itself. They looked at Sweet, the. At each other, before breaking out into little grins. Then Twilight looked down at the diaper that was still around her waist. She blushes rather brightly, but the smile remained on her face.

"You can wear that home if you'd like," Sweet said teasingly. Twilight blushed even harder; partially because of the teasing and partially because for a scant few moments, she actually considered it.

"Haha...n-no, that's okay," Twilight responded, one hoof absent-mindedly patting the padding. Sweet gave her a knowing smile.

"You really like them, don't you?" Sweet asked gently. "It's okay if you do. Some ponies do tend to like them even after the potion's worn off. There's nothing wrong with it." She gave a look to Rainbow and grinned. "I doubt Rainbow will judge you for it, right?"

"No way!" Rainbow responded, wrapping a foreleg around Twilight. "I mean, I wouldn't have come back here if I didn't enjoy it, right?" A look of relief passed over Twilight's face as she leaned into Rainbow's hug.

"Right," Twilight responded, sighing happily. Then she looked back down at the diaper. "Although I still don't want to wear it on the walk home." She tried to light her horn up to remove the diaper, but quickly remembered about the inhibitor on her horn. She gave an awkward smile, looking up at her horn pointedly.

"I've got it," Sweet chuckled, reaching over and pulling the inhibitor off.

"And I've got this," Rainbow said with a playful grin, leaning in and undoing the tapes of Twilight's diaper. Twilight's blush returned, and she shifted positions to let Rainbow remove the garment.

"I could have done that, Rainbow," Twilight said, grinning lightly.

"I know," Rainbow responded. "But it was more fun this way." The two laughed softly and hugged each other, then looked over to Sweet and waved for her to join the hug, something she was more than happy to do.

"Thank you so much for this, Ma-...erm, I mean, Sweet," Twilight said, catching herself at he last moment. "We had a wonderful time, more than worth the bits we'll be paying you."

"I'm so glad to hear it," Sweet said. "Does that mean I'm likely to see you two again?"

"I can practically guarantee it," Twilight responded with a smile, Rainbow nodding along with her.

"Wonderful!" Sweet exclaimed. "Maybe you could even refer the place to your friends!" Rainbow and Twilight looked at each other and laughed.

"Could you imagine Applejack or Rarity doing this?" Rainbow asked.

"Not at all," Twilight said with a smile. "But then again, I wouldn't have imagined you doing it either. Maybe they'd like it too! What about Fluttershy?"

"Fluttershy's probably more likely to want to work here than be a client," Rainbow said with a laugh. "And I wouldn't be shocked to see Pinkie Pie here."

"Oh, you know Pinkie Pie?" Sweet asked. "She's got an appointment tomorrow."

Rainbow and Twilight gave each other another look, then shared a good laugh. This news didn't surprise them in the least.

"We'll see you soon, Sweet!" Twilight said, passing her a bag of bits.

"And hey, maybe you'd like to come hang out with us sometime when you're not working?" Rainbow offered.

"That would be lovely," Sweet responded. She gave the two another hug. "You two have a fantastic day!"

"You too!" the two responded as they headed out of the room. Despite the haze hey we're in while under the potion's effects, they were still able to remember the path they'd taken to get to their playroom, and soon found themselves back in the lobby. Just as they were about to exit, a voice stopped them.

"Hey!" Bon-Bon called out. She quickly joined the two at the door, smiling broadly.

"Well hello again, Bon-Bon!" Twilight said. "Did you have a good time too?"

"Definitely!" Bon-Bon replied. "I have to admit, once my mind came back this morning, I was kind of nervous about the fact that I'd seen other ponies I knew here."

"Hey, c'mon now, there's nothing to be nervous about," Rainbow said. "Besides, if we wanted to blackmail you about it, you've got some pretty good dirt on us too."

"Good point!" Bon-Bon laughed. "I was thinking of bringing Lyra here next time. Do you two think it's a good activity for a couple?"

Rainbow and Twilight smiled to each other, then gave a nod in unison.

"Totally."

Six hours earlier...

Sunrise was the most beautiful time of the day. But then again, Celestia was a teensy bit biased. Every single morning when she rose the sun, she believed that it was truly the most beautiful sunrise of all, and that belief held steadily until the next day's sunrise changed her mind.It was important to always hold the utmost pride in one's own work, and Celestia always made sure to hold onto that notion.

The princess trotted away from the balcony, heading down the hallway towards the royal dining hall. Her belly was feeling particularly empty at the moment, as an offhanded comment from one of the nobles in court last week about the diameter of the sun, while completely unrelated, had caused her to begin a strict diet. The diet was going rather well, so she had requested a particularly tall stack of pancakes for breakfast this morning to reward herself. Perhaps it might have defeated the point of the diet, but she was the sun princess, and if she wanted ten pancakes instead of two, she was more than entitled to such.

Celestia's travels to the dining hall were only halted by the appearance of Luna. Celestia was surprised to see her; Luna tended to go to sleep just before Celestia rose the sun, so she could have a good rest before afternoon court and dinner with her sister.

"Sister!" Celestia said with a smile, giving Luna a warm embrace. "You're up late. Is everything alright?"

"Everything is quite fine, dear sister," Luna responded. It didn't take Celestia long to notice the impish little grin on Luna's face.

"Is something amusing you, sister?" Celestia asked. The moon princess's grin grew wider.

"Your faithful student had some rather interesting dreams last night."

Author's Note

Thank you so much for reading! This story was a labor of love. I'd been wanting to write this sequel for so long, but things kept getting in the way. I hope everyone enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.