The Padded Shapes of Nightmare

The Padded Shapes of Nightmare
By Scribe Feather

✶✶Chapter Four: Rainbow Dash✶✶

Out of the four trapped ponies, Rainbow Dash seemed to put up the most resistance. Even while her hooves remained stuck to the ground, the cyan pegasus continued tugging at her restrains, even going as far as to flapping her wings in hopes to upwardly escape.

This amount of resistance didn’t go unnoticed by Rarity. After watching the other mare put up such a fight for a few more minutes, the black unicorn floated the diaper over to her. “Of course. The answer’s so obvious,” she devilishly mused, “what better choice than the pony who insists on refusing me so adamantly.”

Rarity’s horn glowed and so did the Twilight diaper. In a flash the diaper disappeared from beside Rarity and appeared wrapped around Dash’s rump.

“Get it off of me!” Dash snapped back, jerking her rump to the sides as if that would somehow shake the diaper loose..

“No, I have a better idea,” Rarity simply said as her horn sprang to life once more, “I’m going to regress your mind, one year at a time, until you learn to behave yourself.”

A magical ball formed at the very tip of Rarity’s horn, charging the air with its electric power. Glowly blue for just a second, the ball of energy sparked once before turning translucent and shot straight towards Rainbow Dash. It bolted directly for the pegasus’ forehead, almost knocking her off balance with its disorienting force.

Dash winced at the intruder, feeling a brief headache pulse through her mind before quickly dissipating. She promptly returned to scowling at Rarity, her wings tensing up ready to pounce.

“One year,” Rarity simply stated, “at a time...”

Year by year, Rainbow Dash’s mental age was slowly rolled back. Beloved memories and experiences faded away as the spell worked its magic. Memories from one year ago disappeared like it was nothing, then another, and before she knew it she was reliving her high school days.

For a few brief minutes, she could genuinely feel how nervous she was about the upcoming math test or hoofball tryouts or the emotional roller coaster that was puberty. She could even fondly remember that stupid crush she had on that one stallion in her literature class. Wordsmith was his name and she could remember every little detail about him like she just talked with him yesterday. Everything felt so real like she was actually there.

Before her very eyes, memories of middle school began flashing by. Old friendships that didn’t withstand the transition between schools were fresh in her mind as she remember old faces long since forgotten. She struggled to remember high level algebra or all those old poems they had classes memorize.

Now she was in elementary school. She didn’t know it than, but she had lost so much knowledge in under an hour. Her mind lightened as math formulas and science facts disappeared without a trace.

But that wasn’t enough for Rarity. Seeing the diaper still bone dry, the unicorn intensified her regressive magic, bringing Rainbow Dash further down in mental age. Elementary was only briefly experienced, and was quickly skimmed through. Memories of spelling bees and talent shows were mere glimpses in Dash’s eyes as she felt those years slip away. Her first years in actual school were quickly fading away, slowly replaced by kindergarten and pre-school.

With this new perceived reality, Dash’s body did its best to adjust. Her legs quivered every now and then as well refined dexterity generated over years of practice drained from their muscles. Even her bladder control weakened, alluding to an earlier time in the mare’s life when she wasn’t as potty trained as she would reveal. Her bladder had no choice, but to relax its weak little muscles, promptly swelling up her diaper.

Just for a moment, Rarity let up on the regressing magics. “A wet diaper and hardly younger than six. Excellent,” Rarity grinned, “it would seem that you were a bedwetter when you were young, Rainbow Dash.”

“Shut up! I am not!” Dash snapped with a snarl. Her voice squeaking a bit in a small defensive whine.

“Rebellious even at such a young age,” Rarity smirked as her horn sprang back to life, “no matter. A few more years younger than.”

Years continued to fall off of Dash’s mind once more. Before long everything she learned in elementary school was lost. Everything learned in preschool and kindergarten followed shortly after. Not much remained in her mind as it grew younger and younger. Counting any farther than five was impossible now and she could hardly recall her ABCs.

Finally her control over her bodily functions began to weaken as memories of how to control such basic things faded away with her age. Her rebellion against the authoritative unicorn was still visible, but that no longer included holding control over her bowels. She continued to scowl at Rarity even as the diaper bulged and filled up with her stinky mess.

“How adorable,” Rarity mused, eyeing the back of Dash’s diaper. “Such a fierce little pony. Even with a messy diaper. Won’t be long now...”

Dash’s last remaining years disappeared before they knew it. Gone were her memories of potty training or walking. She now only had the mental age of a one year old foal. Her legs wobbled for a moment until finally buckling under their own weight, causing her to plop to the ground landing squarely on her diapered rump. The urine beneath her feet from earlier splashed loudly as the plastic shell of her well used diaper smacked against it.

The suddenly drop to the ground surprised the regressed mare, almost frightening her. She scowled for only a moment before realizing she couldn't remember why she was scowling. All that mattered now in her foalish mind was the icky muck that squished and oozed around her rump. And ontop of that, the cold urine around her thighs was beginning to soak into her fur.

She didn’t like that feeling and began to cry in response. Like an overgrown foal, she began fussing about on the floor, wagging her limbs about in a desperate attempt to rid herself of that sticky sensation hugging her butt. Every flail only managed to spread the urine puddle out a little bit more, quickly making quite a mess of things.

“What a shame,” Rarity stated, promptly ignoring the grown mare’s cries, “reduced to a mind of a foal and you could have easily avoided all this if you did as I said.” She tsked, “such a waste.” She then looked down between Dash’s legs where Twilight’s cutie mark could be seen among the adult foal’s flailing legs. The padding was properly used at this point with a lovely yellow discoloration bleeding the lower parts of Twilight’s cutie mark like a real wetness indicator. A stink wafted from the backside of Dash’s diaper, filling the room with the big foal’s fragrance. “But there is a bright side to this,” Rarity started again with a grin, turning her attention to the rest of the ponies, “Twilight has had the opportunity to do everything a diaper’s suppose to do.”

With a flash from her horn, Rarity simultaneously disenchanted the other ponies’ hooves, freeing them from their bindings.

“I must say this has been VERY entertaining,” Rarity laughed, turning her back to her friends. “I wish I could stick around to change little Dashie, but I’m oh so busy with other plans.” She brushed a hoof across her own diapered crotch. “I’m sure one of you knows how to change a diaper. Don’t all volunteer at once!”

Another laugh grew as a black fog enveloped the black unicorn. The laugh echoed through the room as the misty coverage quickly grew thick before dissipating in an instant. When the laughing disappeared, the group was left in silence, save for the pleaful cries of a heavily regressed Rainbow Dash.