The Foal's Mantra

"I don't exactly have any pants that can go over your diapees, but there's nothing wrong with looking cute and dashing." A red-maned colt stood before Mind, clad in a tuxedo top with a thick diaper in plain view below it. He watched a gorgeous pink mare stand beside the colt, wearing a dark blue sparkling dress. It didn't become clear to Mind at first what he was being dressed up for.

From the living room and into the foyer, where Mind marveled the vastness of the mansion; only having been through six rooms along the ground floor of the mansion’s north wall, he wondered if he’d ever be granted the opportunity to see the whole thing. Mantra led Mind through a door across the foyer, his sight lay on a large, wide, open room with crystal chandeliers adorning the ceiling. Most of the aged dark-gold floor was clear, saved for the dinner table with a lavish feast and candelabra decorating it along the side. More paintings of various landscapes decorated the walls; from the crippling heat of the desert to the frostbiting air of the north. The clipping of hooves echoed across the vast hardwood room as Mantra further led on Mind to the dinner table, where his adult-sized high chair sat.

The crackles of a vinyl prefaced an allegrissimo piano riff, a cover of a piece he had heard before. Strings joined in to reciprocate the piano riff at the next bar, then the melody changed its progression. The piece proceeded to slow to allegro, then it was joined by an intricate and fast guitar solo, which wasn’t done by an acoustic guitar on the original version. Mind couldn’t remember the original artist, but he remembered the piece specifically as a short instrumental that served as an overture to a much faster-paced headbanging tune, which didn’t follow on the vinyl. Mantra had a mix-record fashioned for her for this moment.

Despite the arrangements, Mind’s drinks were still served to him in a bottle while Mantra teased him further with a large glass of dark red wine cusped in her aura.

"I figured we both deserve something a little special since you've been so good with this." She took another sip of wine before continuing. "I'll even let you stretch your thoughts a little bit. Just for this occasion, think of yourself as a slightly smarter baby: You still need your diapers, your highchair, and your bottle, but help yourself to whatever's on the table aside from the wine, and feel free to talk to me like a grown-up... But don't upset me either."

Could he even ask her any question and get a sincere answer out of her? He felt sincerity from her, but a wrong question could convince her to turn around on that promise. He decided not to be pushy for some answers right away. Just act like Mind normally would. And with a sincere smile, he told Mantra that she looked very beautiful.

"Oh, why thank you." She chuckled. "You seem nervous."

"Well, uhm…"

"Perhaps we should wait on the questions then. Maybe filling your belly will give your little foal brain enough time to think about it."

The two enjoyed dinner in a somewhat comfortable silence, silence saved for the music and the clattering of silverware. Mantra would break the wordless air with offers of help and her comments on how little foals need their food cut up for them. His meal ended up being a thoroughly cooked salmon cut up into pieces for him with sides of mashed potatoes and broccoli, and some dinner rolls sliced open and buttered down the middle for him. Toward the end of the meal, all that remained of Mind’s plate were smears and a pile of broccoli with only a single bite in one piece.

“Really?” Mantra said. “You’re one of those foals?” She gave a smirk but received his shaking head as the only response. The vegetables levitated across the table over to her own plate. “It’s okay if you don’t like broccoli. I don’t get why it was such a big deal for kids back in the day to eat it; there are other vegetables out there rich in the same vitamins anyway.” Mind gave a courtesy laugh.

“Could you please pass the mozzarella sticks?”

“Still not full?” With another head shake, Mantra levitated the plate of piping hot mozzarella sticks fancily laid out with a cup of marinara next to them. Mantra, took another drink of her liquid courage, almost emptying the large wine glass, before continuing. "I guess I’ll break the ice. My name is Mantra, but of course, I still expect you to call me 'Mommy' or 'Master'. Or rather, I should say that it would make me happy if you continued to call me 'Mommy'."

The two chuckled nervously at each other, and Mind could sense that she was genuinely nervous for once, which he didn’t blame her for, as she was trying new approaches; still trying to assert her dominance while wanting to get insight on Mind’s true adult feelings. But simply leaving the door wide open wasn’t enough to herd Mind’s curiosity to ask the big questions himself. He only grabbed one of the cheese-filled breadsticks and drenched it in the marinara. The mare sitting across from him took it upon herself to break the ice.

"So, the big questions: Who I am, why you are here, and why I am treating you like this? Do you remember the bedtime story I told you about the sorcerer?"

"Hot!" A cloud of steam accompanied stretching cheese out of the bread. Mind had to catch his breath before responding, but he was certain there was going to be a bump on the roof of his mouth for a while. "Sorry about that. Yeah, I remember. I'm the sorcerer in this story."

"Yes, very good. Smart boy, as I expected." She took another small sip of wine. "You won't have any memory of it, but you were a very powerful and misunderstood unicorn, so I took you away from the cruel outside world and gave you a home." Mind reached for his head, feeling no horn nor any bump or scar if it were there before, and he didn’t spot any protrusion in his periphery. "Oh, you don't have it anymore, and you don't have your memories either. The baby treatment, while it's for my own pleasure as well, it was to keep you safe, calm, controlled even. Magic memory removal tends to have nasty side effects if one's life isn't watched properly, and conditioning you into babyhood was the best way to do that." She then smiled warmly. "I love taking care of you, though. And I love you."

"Well…” Mind briefly had to search for an answer that blurred the lines between honesty and politeness. “For what it's worth, I actually kind of like it too. You're a good mommy."

"Thank you, sweetheart." Mantra's ear flicked as she heard the fading in strings from the vinyl player. Mind felt himself being lifted out of his high chair and onto his hooves very swiftly. "I love this song~ Dance with me~"

On her command, the two took adequate distance from the dinner table, embraced, and shared slow rhythmic movements with one another. Pulses and heartbeats raced as the song picked up tempo; Mantra led their movements as the piece's pace picked up. Mind gazed into Mantra's eyes, the light reflecting off of them shifting around and getting brighter. He broke the gaze and took lead. Mantra, taken aback by the sudden shift, followed his movements without any struggle or qualm from her to try to take it back. He remembered the piece; an absolute timeless classic that proved powerful even in the face of amnesia.

Mind felt a familiar pressure build up mid dance. He couldn't believe it; of all times. He was confident he could hold it in, at the very least until the end of dinner. He was counting down the bars in the song in his head, breaking no sweats and not falling out of rhythm. Just two more quarter notes. E… A-flat… A!

The very last note was accompanied by a loud splortch, and the stallion felt the rear of his diaper fill right where he stood. Despite the noise and his pink-plastered face giving it away, Mantra leaned in after their final move and embraced Mind once again. A wet tap echoed across the hardwood in the white silence. A sniffle accompanied the mare’s aura drying the trail that streamed down her cheek from her now pink eyes. Her hoof, in veiled excitement, reached for his rear end.

"I didn't mean for that to happen. I'm so very sorry." The stallion covered his eyes and face in embarrassment. He lay on the changing table in his nursery, stripped of his tuxedo top, leaving only his, now untaped, soiled diaper to be properly disposed of..

"Don't apologize," His caregiver slid the soiled garment away, scooping up as much as she could with the already thoroughly used pant, then started cleaning him up, running wipe after wipe along his plot. "A foal has to do what he has to do afterall." She said with a smile.

"But I'd hate for your perfect evening dinner to end with this."

"Oh hush, I couldn't have asked for a better end to it, mush butt." After taping her date up in a thick, fresh, powdered diaper, she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Good boy, using your diapees like a good baby." Mind didn’t even lower his hooves, still squeamish. "Well, let's get you ready for bed. I bet that dinner and the subsequent diaper filling tired you out."

Mind, now only donned in a diaper, followed Mantra through the his primary series of rooms then was cradled telekinetically up the foyer stairs; Mantra commented on him being much too little to walk around in unfamiliar areas of the house. Up the stairs to the north side of the house and through a large set of double doors, the stallion was let down on a king-sized bed which wore a thick ivory quilt with violet lines. The color scheme of the rest of the room and its furniture matched the bedspread.

"You can snuggle with Mommy in the big bed tonight." The mare’s eyes remained shining pink and she pulled out a dark blue hoofed sleeper from the wardrobe. Of course she had a sleeper planned for if she ever took him up to the bedroom. Her dress then lay on the floor, and the mare lay next to her foal on the bed, coddling him close, feeling the soft fleece captivate her hoof.

"I love you with all my heart, Mind." A pair of lips smacked against the stallion’s head. "I know this might all still seem weird to you, but I couldn't have asked for a better baby, and I really hope you think I'm a good mommy."

"I love you, Mommy." His blue pacifier gently floated into his mouth, and he gave in to multiple sleep-inducing suckles.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Sweet dreams." Magic gripped his lower hoofs and he was gently brought into a curled position, then Mantra slowly reached her hoof to his rear, groping it generously and making plenty of crinkles, and she pressed on it more and more. Her irises still radiated pink and her other hoof found its way into her groin. She quickly suppressed what sparked through her. Watching a little colt innocently suckle on his pacifier helped her to do so. Mind slowly closed red eyes that remained vacant in ignorance of sparks alighted in her. "As you count sheep, remember that you are only a helpless little foal."

Mantra's lips pressed against Mind’s head, making a smacking sound when she pulled away.

"Good morning, sweetheart~" Mind nursed on his pacifier with a smile. Mantra then turned him onto his back, unzipped the blue hoofed sleeper, and checked his fluffy pant underneath. "Oh wow, bone dry~" She smirked widely before she leaned in, pressed her lips on the stallion’s exposed belly, and sent vibrations that forced him to laugh relentlessly. Amidst his raucous laughter, Mind felt a pressure become agonizing then swiftly release and a warm stream flow down his butt cheeks. And he just felt the flow go, and go, and go. The running river quickly wicked away from his rump. Mantra pressed her hoof against the now thoroughly soaked padding. "That's much better, my wittle foal." She said with a wide grin.

Assiduous pink light helped Mind out of his pajamas and lay him back flat on the bed in only his wet diaper. Mantra undid the tapes with her hoofs, his rump was lifted, then the heavy and soggy garment was slid out from underneath. She took a foal wipe and gently cleaned up his tender area before applying foal powder and massaging it into his area. Through the usual routine, Mantra made eye contact with the pony beneath her many times with her usual marigold eyes. Powder splashed onto his rear end, then her hooves started massaging it in. She then slid a new emblem-bearing diaper underneath, lowered his rump gently onto it, and taped it up snuggly.

"There we go~ Good baby."

"No spanks?"

"Nope~ You've gotten all you needed." Mantra’s bright smile then turned into a sinister smirk. "Unless you really think you need some incentive to stay out of trouble."

"N- No, I'll be good."

"Splendid~ Now, let's get you your breakfast, then we'll have playtime."

Mind would wake up next morning, and the next, and the next, in the nurturing hooves and watchful care of his caregiver. She helped make it really easy for him to give into it now. All of it. By the end of the week, he had completely accepted his place as a foal, forgetting more and more each day about being an adult, and even pondering about what his adult life before all this was like. It was all a mere shelter, but it felt to the both of them like paradise.

A few days later, Mind was surprised with another playdate with Snow Blitz, and with neither parental figure in the mansion with them yet again. The sound of the front door closing put a smile on his face; he was eager to share tales of his delightful week with his best friend.

"Yeah, I got ungrounded early. It pays to be good."

"It really does, I'm glad you have a daddy that makes you happy. I've been so happy with my mommy."

"You have?” Snowy replied with a raised brow. “It doesn't seem like she lets you do much."

"Well, I don't need to. In fact, I'd prefer it that way; I'd rather be in here babying around than out there."

"Hey, I love that Azure Burst is willing to treat me small, but he still lets me have freedom. I mean, I'm not in charge by any means at all, but he still understands me like a daddy would understand his own colt. Mantra pretty much just makes you do what she wants you to do." Snowy then looked away pressing a hoof to his chin, hushing his tone, "quite ironic, actually."

"But this is a dominance game; isn't that the point to this whole baby thing?" And as soon as he said that, Mind felt Snowy’s familiar flame of anger.

"Of course not, Mind. You know there aren't really any rules to this, and-" Snowy then took a heavy sigh, rubbing his hoof along his brow. "Your lack of memory is getting frustrating to deal with."

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing for shit that isn't your fault! It's just… I'm not allowed to say anything, but Mantra is keeping things from you, Mind. Very important things."

"...Like what?"

"I can't tell you.” The pegasus said with a groan prefacing his answer. “I promised Daddy."

"Didn't you say that last time?"

"Yes, and I'm not breaking my daddy's trust again.” The fiery anger was doused by a waterfall of sorrow. “You can tell me all you want about how Mantra spanked you tens of thousands of times, but the way Daddy said 'I am disappointed in you, Snowy' was just- I don't want to make him that upset with me again."

"Hey Snowy, I get you. It's perfectly fine."

"I owe you an apology too," Mind's head tilted in bewilderment, "I treated you like a criminal. Worse, I said you raped me, and you didn't deserve that. Quite honestly, you don't deserve Mantra's punishment either if you haven't had your memory all along. It's like punishing the wrong pony.

“Daddy helped me realize that I was out of line. At first, I thought he was just treating me like a child like he normally does, but he really made me realize that I really hurt you, and I really hurt him by disobeying him. I felt awful. I cried, and I mean I really cried. And I even further realized that I made you feel just as guilty as I do now, and I don’t want to make you feel that way ever again. And I’m really sorry.”

"No, I needed it. If I did something to lose your friendship before, maybe I just didn't deserve it in the first place."

"For fuck's sake, Mind," Snowy’s voice grew firm, "you're doing this thing again where you keep beating yourself up. You keep blaming yourself for unnecessary shit. Can’t you just accept my fucking apology and not twist it in a way that blames you for shit you don’t need to be blamed for?"

"I'm just trying to make things right again; to be good again."

"You are. And you are still one of my best friends. Honestly, it wasn't even your fault to begin with, and I wish I could tell you more than that, but I can't."

"And I won't twist your hoof for it."

"I know you won't." Mind soon let out a large yawn. "Nap time." The red-maned pony shook his head in response. "Come on, lay down." Snowy gently plopped a silicone nipple belonging to the blue pacifier into his friend’s mouth and pushed him to lay down on the floor next to him. Mind felt the tickling pressure in his bladder release and soak into the pant around his flanks, so much so that he couldn't help but give a sigh of relief as the garment swelled. A passing glance at Snowy's groin revealed to Mind that the pegasus was reciprocating, his diaper front gradually growing a faint yellow tint as he gave a smile. "Crinklesquish~" The pegasus positioned himself for nap time next to Mind, his diaper mimicking his onomatopoeia. Snowy snuggled up next to his friend and draped his left wing over him.

A loud smack of lips transcended the sudden darkness behind Mind’s eyelids. Blurred light soon found its way to his eyes and Mantra’s scent found its way through his nostrils.

"Time to get up, boys. And time for a change." Mantra took a sniff in the air. "Phew! Especially Snowy~ Hey Azure, what do you let this pegasus drink, liquid asparagus?"

"Shut up~" Snowy crossed his upper hooves and pouted while Mantra’s magic turned them both on their backs side-by-side. Mantra started on the pegasus first. Mind nursed away on his pacifier, watching Mantra remove Snowy's heavily soaked diaper and wipe his area with a smile behind his suckles. While doing this, he noticed the tapes on his own diaper come undone magikinetically. The aura dissipated in tandem with her humming.

"Hmmm, you need a stuffer."

"Oh, c'mon!"

"Ah ah ah." She replied as she quickly lifted the Snowy’s hind hooves to put a fresh diaper underneath then the stuffer, coated his area in foal powder, and taped him up. She then scooped away Mind's wet diaper and replaced it swiftly, wiped him clean, powdered, and taped the new diaper up as Mind could only stare up at her in response.

Snowy groaned, his hind hooves spread well, widening his stance.

"Do I really need the stuffer? I can hardly walk in this thing."

"Yes," Mantra replied matter-of-factly, "you might not be as smelly as my baby, but you're still a big potty-pants. You might possibly be an even bigger one than he is.” Mind and Mantra shared laughs at Snowy’s utter blush-plastered expense. “You boys must've had so much fun earlier if you were still napping when we got home." Snowy's caretaker slung his diaper bag around his neck, the bag rest beside him.

"Alright Snowy, let's go. We still have to hit the grocery store before heading home." The cobalt unicorn gestured his charge to follow him out of the mansion.

"You mean- You mean I have to walk through the store like this?"

"Not walk, waddle." His daddy replied with a smile. "I'm kidding, sport. I'll let you ride in the shopping cart." He speechlessly blushed. "Alright, let's go."

Later that night, Mind was settled back into the blue hoofed sleeper, his thick diaper bulging from within, and lay in his crib. Mantra gave him a kiss on the head and wished him goodnight.

"I love you, Mommy."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

"Can you tell me a bit about yourself, Mommy?"

"Myself? But why?"

"I want to know."

"Well, I'm not very good at talking about myself. How about I spend tonight thinking of it and tell you tomorrow?" Mind, being too distracted by her smile, didn’t even notice his blue pacifier floating toward him until the silicone teat was already in his mouth once again. “I promise.” She planted another kiss before turning and making her way out of the nursery. "As you count sheep, remember that you are only a helpless little foal." She shut the lights off and closed the door.