A New Padded Perception

The next night Thunderlane made his way down the streets of Ponyville.

He body ached again like the day before, but this barely bothered him.

He was in such a good mood!

He had woken up feeling energized and excited to get to Wonderbolt Headquarters to start drills.

He had found himself a bit nervous being around his squad mates at first, which he hadn’t felt since he had first started in the Wonderbolts months ago.

These feelings soon passed however and he found himself eagerly focusing on Captain Spitfire’s instructions, following them to a t. She had even praised him a few times for his efforts!

It made him so happy she was proud of him.

Now he just wanted to stop by to see that Zebra and get some more of that potion to help his aching body again.

He found her just where she’d been before, right inside the same alley.

“Back again with tired physique. Is more potion what you seek?” Said Zecora.

“Yes please! It really helped yesterday. How much?” Said Thunderlane, happy to pay almost anything for it.

“I think two bits is more than fair, to aid your pains I do care.” Said Zecora with a smile.

“Only two bits? That’s more than ok with me! Thank you!” Said Thunderlane, exchanging his bits for the potion and gulping it down.

Zecora grinned as the side effect once again took effect, getting to work and putting Thunderlane under her spell.

“Seems you enjoyed being four, but younger still you will adore. From a four year old child to a toddler of three, is the new age you now will be. Frustrated easily when things go not your way, you’ll much prefer toys of simple play. Remembering things will start to get hard, going to the potty in the same regard. In pull-ups your butt will stay, but you may find them the better way.”

Thunderlane nodded, understanding Zecora’s commands.

She reached into her saddle bag and pulled out a pack of adult pony pull-ups, placing them in his bag.

“When I stomp my hoof on the ground, you’ll once again be homeward bound. Tomorrow I will come to you, at your house will be your brew.”

Zecora stomped her hoof and Thunderlane thanked her for her services once more before trotting home, not noticing his saddle bag was now a slight bit heavier and bulkier then when he had first stopped.

He wouldn’t remember them until he needed them, which Zecora knew would be very soon.