Age of Two is the New YouView OnlineA New Padded PerceptionAge of Two is the New YouThe next day saw Ponyville bathed in sunlight and clear skies. Ponies bustled around town merely between their appointments and activities. Almost everypony that is. Thunderlane made his way through the semi crowded streets, sulking as he went. The day had not gone well for him at all so far. When he woke up he found that he had wet the bed in his sleep, something he hadn’t done since he was a young colt. He washed his sheets and was going to get ready for training again, but found himself worried about if he had an accident during the day. He could never live it down if he somehow wet himself during practice! It was a good thing he had ended up picking up pull-ups in his size on his way home last night. He couldn’t remember at all why he got them or even where, but he was glad to have them now. He had chosen to simply slip the pull-up on under his spare flight suit, making nopony the wiser to his absorbent padding. If anypony asked about the faint online around his butt, he’d just say he had a date that night and that they were underwear. Sadly practice had not gone as planned that day. He couldn’t remember any of the flight maneuvers and found them confusing when his teammates tried to explain them. After a few failed attempts Spitfire dismissed him for the day, telling him to take the day off to get his head together. He found himself crying and wetting his pull-up as he walked back to the dorms, further embarrassed by his foalish actions. He had choosen to wear his gym cloths home to cover his pull-up, not wanting the reminder of practice that day on, but not wanting anypony seeing his pull-up either. He continued walking until he made it to the park on the one edge of town, walking through it to try and pass the time and clear his head. Soon he made his way to the back of the park where something caught his eye. A playground sat off in the distance from the path Thunderlane was on. It was fairly typical, with swings, riding animals, and slides, although the playground had seen better days. Much of the paint was faded and there were some weeds poking up all around. Thunderlane remembered playing here when he was colt, but over the years the park had gone through lots of renovations and changes and had grown in size considerably. At one point the town council had simply decided to build a new playground closer to the entrance and leave the old one in the back. It looked like nopony had been here in quite some time. Thunderlane smiled as he remembered how much fun he’d had here. Back then he had no responsibilities and was free to play all day! It was then a thought began nagging at him that he should go play on the playground. He almost laughed at the thought, a grown pony like him playing on the playground. But the more he looked at old thing the more the urge grew. “Maybe just for a few minutes?” He thought as he trotted over to the swings and sat his butt down with a small crinkle, compressing his pull-up against his rear. He began pumping his hind legs forward and back, forward and back, forward and back, and next thing he knew he was moving at a decent pace, feeling like he was soaring through the air. “Weee!” yelled Thunderlane. He hadn’t had so much fun in years. For the next few hours he made his way around the playground, going down slides, riding the animals, and having lots of fun. At one point he felt the need to pee, but he ignored it. He was having way too much fun to stop now! He continued to play until he went to sit down to go down the slide again and felt his bottom squish. It was then Thunderlane noticed his crotch felt damp. He reached his hoof down, pulling back the waist of his shorts and pull-up to find the white inside of his training pants were now a bright yellow. He blushed, embarrassed by his accident. He didn’t even feel himself going! Thank goodness nopony was around to see him! He looked around and noticed a bathroom not far from the playground area. He slide down the slide and began to trot over in the small buildings direction. As he walked he could feel his pull-up shifting up and down with his steps, the warm insides grinding against his shaft began to make it stir. By the time he reached the door, his pants were tented by his full erection. Thunderlane blushed even redder then he had before. He couldn’t believe he was turned on by his pull-up! He quickly went inside and was happy to find the bathroom still stocked with what he would need to clean himself up. As he took off his shorts and set them aside, his focus shifted to his pull-up. It was white, with pink and purple stars on it that had faded to show he’d had an accident. Pink frill designs wrapped around his legs and waist. Thunderlane hadn’t taken notice of the design of his pull-up when he put it on that morning, being too much in a rush. He recognized the designs as being more at home for a filly, but there was something about them that he liked. He felt they looked good on him. They made him feel, cute, happy almost. As Thunderlane gazed and thought about his pull-up his cock twitched inside it, tenting the wet garment and drawing his attention. There was no way he would be able to slip on a new one with his stallionhood in the way. He would need to take care of it. He made his way into a stall, locking the door behind him and sitting on the toilet with a squish. He brought his hooves to either side of his tented pull-up. Part of him felt conflicted on what he was about to do, but another part of him was urging him to begin. He began to rub his tented pull-up up and down with his hooves. It felt so good! Better then the inside of any of the mares he’d been with. As he rubbed himself, he could see images of himself in his mind wetting his pull-up in front of everypony as they watched and laughed. He found the thought so erotic, himself looking like a little filly in front of everypony in his wet pull-up. It wasn’t long before the thought sent him over the edge and he came, spurting ropes of cum into his pull-up. Thunderlane laid back on the toilet as he caught his breathe, coming down from the greatest orgasm he’d ever had in his life. He soon regained his composure, pulling off his now wetter pull-up, disposing of it in the trash can, using wet paper towels to clean himself up, pulling another pull-up on from his saddle bag, and putting his shorts back on. He left the bathroom and began to head towards home. The sun was just starting to set which meant the park was closing anyway. As he walked he tried not to think about what he’d just done. He felt like a naughty little filly for doing what he’d done. He’d never had feelings like that before. He knew it was really wrong but, boy did it feel good. He’d be lying if he didn’t want to experience a rush like that again. Before long he was home and found the zebra waiting there for him. It was so nice that she offered to bring him his medicine right to his house. He was half tempted to tell her he didn’t need it today, having missed most of his drills and skipping the gym, but his body still did ache a bit from playing. After their typical greeting and exchange Thunderlane soon found himself under Zecora’s spell again, listening intently to her every word. “If you’ll kindly let me in, your next lesson can begin.” Said Zecora. Thunderlane did as she asked and walked inside, stopping when they got into the living room. She looked at his shorts knowingly before pulling them down, revealing his pull-up to her emerald eyes. She smiled before going back to Thunderlane and continuing her trance. “Being three filled you with glee, but age of two is the new you. Quite fussy about simple things, for your mouth some teething rings. Waiting and choices you will struggle, plushies you will love to cuddle. Reason you’ll no longer know, your impulses will only grow. Make believe you’ll love the best, most words now hard to express. Sippy cups, binkies, wet with your drool, your pull-ups soaked like in preschool. From them your hooves must stay away, except when filly wants naughty play. You’ll stay here until I return, tomorrow you’ll have more to learn.” As Zecora finished her commands she made preparations for tomorrow. She had Thunderlane write a note saying he was sick and would be out from practice for a few days until he was better. She then sent him to bed and began preparing things for tomorrow, clearing out the living room to make space so it’d be perfect for Thunderlane to play in. She littered the floor with lots of colorful and simple toys a two year old toddler would love, along with a large sippy cup for the little pony to drink throughout the day. Satisfied with her work, she grabbed Thunderlane’s house key and left, locking the door behind her. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day.
Now to One We’re Almost DoneView OnlineA New Padded PerceptionNow to One We’re Almost DoneThunderlane awoke the next morning feeling well rested. He went to get out of his bed and found his one hoof had been in his mouth. This bothered him for only a second though before he placed it back in his mouth. It tasted good so why would he not put it in his mouth? As he went to walk downstairs he could feel a slight dampness to his pull-up. He had wet himself in his sleep. He went into the bathroom and reached his hoof down to take it off but found himself getting nervous and anxious every time he went to pull it off. He decided to leave it on for now. He was going to go into the kitchen and have breakfast but stopped when he got downstairs. Loads of fun new toys lay everywhere just begging for him to play with them! He ran over to some blocks in a bin, sitting himself down with a wet squish. He started building a tower, building it as high as it could go and then knocking it over, giggling at the mess he made. He then ran over to a stack of children’s books, looking through them at the colorful pages. Some of the words were a little hard for him, but he was able to figure them out. After that he found his sippy cup and began to drink from it, sucking the liquid from the end. It was grape juice! Yummy! He then made his way to a pile of plush animals, laying them out at a plastic table with a tea set on it and having a pretend tea party. He acted out little conversations just like he saw big mares do! By this point a few hours had passed and Thunderlane found his attention pulled away from his tea party to a growing warmth at his waist. He had wet his pull-up and could feel the warm pee flow into it as the garment swelled to contain the accident. By the time he was through, he was wet from front to back. When he’d finished, he went back to his tea party, not minding the warmth one bit as he continued his fun. A few minutes later though he found himself distracted again. His pull-up was tenting out just below his tummy, the warm confines of his pull-up exciting the little stallion. He began to whine loudly. He was pent up and wanted relief! His hooves immediately jumped to his pull-up and began to rub his poofy erection. He began to pant in pleasure at the feeling, enjoying how it made his simple mind feel. As he stroked himself, his eyes fell to a large stuff bear that lay against the wall. It was the same size as him, and looked quite inviting. Thunderlane got up from the chair and quickly waddled over to the bear, his pull-up now so swollen that it spread his legs far apart. The absorbent undies now sagged down to just past his knees. He lunged at the bear, knocking it over and onto the floor as he gave it a big hug and began humping his crotch against it. It felt so much better than using his hooves! He panted as he increased his pace, holding his bear tightly. His bear was his good friend. He was always fun to hug and hump! His humping increased faster and faster until he came, moaning loudly as his body clenched and shot stream after stream of his cum into his pull-up. Thunderlane collapsed against his bear and started to doze off when he noticed a pacifier lying next to it on the floor. It was pink and purple, with hit cutie mark on it. He groggily scooped it up with his hoof and placed it in his mouth. He sucked it rhythmically as he drifted off to sleep, enjoying his new oral fixation. When Thunderlane awoke from his nap a few hours later, the sun was just beginning to set. He stood up from the floor and walked over to his sippy cup, letting his pacifier fall from his muzzle onto the floor and began drinking his juice. He then looked around for something else to play with and found himself unable to decide. He pouted and whined, not able to make a choice but desperately wanting to satisfy his need to play. He then spotted a ring stack game out of the corner of his eye. He loved that game! He trotted over and dumped the rings off, picking one up in his hoof to start. He gazed at the plastic ring with curious eyes, then immediately shoved the ring into his mouth. The smooth surface of the ring felt nice on his tongue and was satisfying to bite down on. He quickly forgot about his game, content with just sucking on the plastic ring. Soon the sun was down and the room was now a bit dark. Thunderlane felt scared. It was the first time he noticed he was actually alone. He began to tear up and started wailing loudly! He didn’t want to be alone! He wanted his Mommy and Daddy. The little tot didn’t have to cry for very long however. He heard the familiar sound of a door opening and ran towards it eagerly. There the zebra stood, trotting toward him. “Zebwa!” He exclaimed, running toward her and giving her a hug. Zecora looked at Thunderlane with a knowing smile. “Seems my little filly enjoyed her day, my commands you did obey.” Thunderlane nodded. He had lots of fun playing with his toys! “Come lay down little one, your fun day is not yet done.” Thunderlane giggled as he trotted over to an empty spot and laid down on the floor, happy to follow the pretty Zebra’s instructions. He clapped his hooves and giggled in excitement for the game he thought they were playing. Zecora reached in her saddlebag and pulled out her crystal, swinging it above Thunderlane who locked onto it instantly. His mind was practically almost a toddler at this point. She had no need to use the potion to keep him in place when he saw her as a friend. “Being two you learned it true, but now to one we’re almost done. Walking you no longer do, crawling you will find more true. Rattles, mobiles, and saucers you love, as ponies beam from up above. In place of words you’ll cry and coo, fussy and happy all you do. Cares and worries not on your mind, playing you much better find. Your knowledge now gone down the drain, foalish thoughts now in your brain. As for pull-ups, you’ll no longer wear, potty training foals do not care. Filling you diapers with pee and mess, makes foals feel the very best. It feels so nice just wait and see, when your tush is nice and mushy. Mommy is who foals love the most, to fill that role I will host. I’ll feed you, play with you, and rock you to sleep, I’ll rub your diapers nice and deep. Now it’s time to go to bed, but your first diaper your tail must thread.” Zecora stomped her hoof, making the changes so and causing the expression on Thunderlane’s face to change slightly. Where the eyes of a happy toddler once were now sat the vacant expression of a complete baby. Thunderlane babbled and cooed up at Zecora, drool now running down his chin. Zecora took Thunderlane’s hind legs and raised them, then pulled off his heavily soaked pull-up and set it aside. She then pulled a thick diaper out from her saddle bag. It was two tones of pink, with hearts dotted around it and a big heart on the butt. The perfect diaper for a big sissy filly like Thunderlane. She slide the diaper underneath his butt and then coated his crotch and booty in baby powder and rash cream, making the big foal giggle from her touch. She then brought the front of the diaper forward and tapped it shut; sealing Thunderlane is his first of many diapers he’d be wearing for the foreseeable future. The big foal poked his thick padding with his hoof curiously, giggling when he found how thick it was. Zecora then picked the big foal up and carried him on her back up to his room, her strength now increased tenfold thanks to one of her potions. When she got to Thunderlane’s room she shook her head. This was no room for a proper foal. She reached in her saddle bag and took out a vial, taking it and sprinkling the concoction around the room. Right before her eyes, the room began to change. The dresser poofed into a changing table sized just for Thunderlane, stocked full of diapers and changing supplies. His bed poofed into a crib with white bars and pink sheets. The hardwood floor became carpeted in purple, while his white walls became a soft pink. His bedside table became a large pillow for his mommy, and his closets contents changed from his usual cloths to lots of frilly and girly shirts, skirts, and dresses. Pictures were on each wall of full grown baby boy stallions either showing off their poofy butts, their tented pamps, or their erect cocks with a wet diaper underneath them. Thunderlane beamed and cooed happy from his spot on Zecora’s back. He loved his pretty new room! Zecora carried Thunderlane over to his crib and tucked him in, placing his pacifier in his mouth and giving him a kiss on the cheek before turning off the light and leaving the foal to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a very big day.
A Sissy Much More Than a Colt in PinkView OnlineA New Padded PerceptionA Sissy Much More Than a Colt in PinkThunderlane awoke the next morning like all foals do, surrounded by the raised bars of his crib with his diaper on. The mindless adult foal babbled gibberish as he squirmed in his crib, any knowledge of how to do anything else long gone from his head. He heard the sound of the door opening and saw a Zebra then staring down at him, who he smiled and beamed up at. Zecora put the crib bars down and picked Thunderlane up, bringing him over to the large pillow that lay next to his crib and then laying down on it herself. Zecora then spread her hind legs to reveal her two engorged breasts which Thunderlane began to drool when he caught sight of them. Zecora nudged him close to her breasts, Thunderlane instinctively locking on to her nipple and nursing from her as milk went down his throat and into his tummy. From her spot on the pillow Zecora could see the front of Thunderlane’s diaper was tented out and chuckled. His adult instincts were the only part of his old brain that was still intact, so or course sucking a females boobies would make him excited. Before long Thunderlane had finished the first breast and moved to the other, draining that one soon too and thus finishing his morning breakfast. Zecora then picked him up and burped him, carrying him downstairs to play with his toys for a bit while see saw how his regression had progressed. Thunderlane enjoyed playing with his rattle Zecora had given him, enjoying the sound it made as he shook it. He moved on to a play mat and batted up at the items that dangled above on his mobile, trying in vain to try and grab one but not really knowing how anymore. His bladder seemed a lot more active, as Zecora had to change him twice when he got fussy from being in a cold and wet diaper. She fed him more of her milk at lunch time, which he suckled down eagerly. Afterword she placed him in a saucer to play with the different toys on it as she tried to think. Thunderlane had progressed well but the final step had not yet happened. She was beginning to grow a little impatient with her infantile charge. There had to be some way to complete the process more quickly. As she thought about this she spotted Thunderlane’s saddle bag lying on the floor, his Wonderbolt uniform sticking out slightly from it. She pondered for a moment and smiled. This would do the trick. She grabbed the uniform out from his bag and laid it out, then grabbed Thunderlane out from his saucer and laid him down on the floor. She then began to put his uniform on him, guiding his legs into the proper holes and then zipping him in. The baby Wonderbolt babbled and cooed up at his Mommy, content in his own little world. She picked him up and carried him up to his room, setting him down again before going over to the window and opening it. It was now mid afternoon, and ponies were bustling around the streets below. Zecora then turned her attention back to Thunderlane. She pulled out her crystal and put the pony under her spell for what she hoped would be the last time. “Your journey to foalhood you did well, from adulthood you did rebel. But a sissy much more than a colt in pink, makes a pony really think. This final hurdle you do alone, a stallion or sissy filly, the choice your own. If a stallion fly free, if a sissy, mess your diapee.” Zecora stomped her hoof and a look of knowledge came over Thunderlane’s face. His knowledge had been restored! He remembered everything that had happened to him the past few days at the hooves of the zebra. His cheeks burned red at how embarrassed he was at all his actions. He couldn’t focus on that now though. Now he had to make his choice and get his control back. He toddled forward towards the window, the thick bulk of his diaper making it slightly hard to walk, and jumped out the window and took flight. As he did do however, he heard a loud rip from behind him. He looked back to see his diaper bursting through his flight suit, his pink diaper on full display to the ponies looking at him from below. His cheeks burned red with embarrassment. How could he ever live this down? Nopony would ever look at him the same again. He wouldn’t be Thunderlane the Wonderbolt anymore, he’d be Thunderlane the diaper baby. He turned back and flew back in his window. If ponies saw him as a sissy baby, then that was what he was going to be. As his hooves touched down back inside his bedroom, he got into a squat and pushed. In no time at all, the seat of his diaper warmed as icky mess coated his butt, flowing out unabated until his bowels were empty. At the same time, Thunderlane began to feel a warm tingle in his head. All of a sudden everything seemed like it would be ok as his mind gradually became younger and younger until he once again had the mentality of a one year old foal. His body also began to change. His barrel slimed down, becoming thin. His butt began to expand, stretching ever outward until his diaper could barely contained his large behind. His thighs followed suit, giving him a lovely and full bottom half. His junk inside his diaper began to shrink, decreasing from a big stallions to a little one that looked more at home inside a diaper. Thunderlane now looked the part of a true sissy diaper slut, his stallion body being the last hurdle he now had surpassed, a new femcolt one taking its place. Thunderlane’s legs began to buckle, a baby filly not knowing how to stand without help and fell into a heap onto the floor. His body was feeling an amount of pleasure that it never had before and his now smaller erection was slightly tenting the front of his wet and messy diaper. Zecora walked over to the little sissy and began to rub his little diapered member, causing Thunderlane to writhe and moan in pleasure below her. She gradually increased her pace, the large foal bending to her touch until he came hard into his diaper, the only tight confines his sissy cock would ever know. Thunderlane passed out from the pleasure and laid on the floor, fast asleep with his mouth open. Zecora reached down grasped a feather from Thunderlane’s wing, plucking it seamlessly as to not wake the little sissy. “A feather from a sissy foal, happy in their new role.” Said Zecora with a smile, putting the feather into her saddle bag. She was about to leave when she gazed back at Thunderlane, a goofy smile on the sissy’s face as he slept. He looked so much happier now then the tired and exhausted pony she had met a couple days ago. She had planned to turn him back like she had his younger brother, but to do so almost seemed to leave him worse off than he had been before. She reached into her bag and pulled out a vial, sprinkling the contents on Thunderlane and the floor. The house and Thunderlane pulsed pink for a moment before returning to normal. She then stuck the vial back in her bag and took her leave, leaving the house and locking the door behind her. Her work here was done. The next morning Rumble made his way toward the home he shared with Thunderlane. He had a great trip in Cloudsdale visiting his family, but he was happy to be home and to see his brother. He came to the door of his home and unlocked it, stepping inside. As he did, his head began to hurt slightly. This quickly past however and he continued inside, going upstairs and hearing some noise coming from his Brother’s room. He went in and found a sight he was all too familiar with. His brother was laid down on the nursing pillow, nursing from his girlfriend and Mommy, Flitter. “Oh hi Rumble! How was your trip?” Said Flitter, giving the young stallion a hug. “It was great thanks! How was Thunderlane?” he asked her. “Oh he was a good little filly like always. Such a cute little guy.” She said as she ruffled his mane. “That’s good. I just wanted to say hi. I got a lot of unpacking to do.” Said Rumble, heading for the door. “Alright Rumble. I’ll see you at dinner. Welcome home!” She said as he left, turning her attention back to her foal boyfriend so she could burp him and jerk him off before his nap. Rumble went into his room and began unpacking. As far as he was concerned everything was normal. His brother had decided to become a born again foal not long after they had moved to Ponyville, choosing to regress himself back to the age of one and Flitter graciously deciding to become his Mommy. She found having a foal to be a much more rewarding experience then having a boyfriend, especially one so cute and frilly as Thunderlane had become. Rumble had been a bit embarrassed by his brother’s choice at first, but had grown to love the arrangement. He had full rule of the house and was able to do just about anything he liked when he wanted, plus Flitter was a great roommate and homemaker. Plus his brother was happy, and that’s what really mattered. He put his things away and headed out for a bit to see his friends, closing the door behind him gently as not to wake his napping brother. Everything was right in the world, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
A Filly of FourView OnlineA New Padded PerceptionA Filly of FourIt was the end of another busy day in Ponyville. Many ponies were at home and getting ready for bed. Princess Luna’s beautiful night offered a bit of light as the moon shone down from the sky. A few ponies days were not quite over yet though. On the mostly empty streets of Ponyville walked Thunderlane, saddle bag strapped to his back. It had been another busy day at Wonderbolt HQ, and the stallion was eager to get home to sleep. He had the house to himself for the week, his brother Rumble was away in Cloudsdale for the week visiting their parents. His body ached slightly from his daily workout and the weight of his workout cloths and personal hygiene items in his bag were beginning to become an annoyance to the tired stallion. He was just glad he only had a few blocks until he got home to his comfy bed. As he made his way past a dark alleyway he heard a voice call out to him. “A tired stallion I do see, a cure for your aches I guarantee.” Thunderlane turned, slightly startled by the voice, to see who was there. Out from the darkness a female zebra by the name of Zecora emerged, gold jewelry worn on different parts of her body. She gave Thunderlane a warm smile. “A special brew to ease one so sore, making you feel better than before.” Thunderlane wasn’t sure what to think. He had seen the zebra around town in passing before, but didn’t really know her. She could try and pull a fast one on him and steel his saddle bag. Still though, her demeanor seemed kind enough, and he could probably catch her if she did try something. “Uh, sure. I’ll take some. How much?” He asked. Zecora shook her head. “My services are free to all first time, bits you will give me when I next rhyme.” She reached into her own saddle bag and pulled out a vial of greenish liquid, placing it in Thunderlane’s hoof. “Well thank you. That’s very kind.” He said, uncorking the bottle and drinking the contents. It had an earthy, bitter taste to it, but immediately Thunderlane could feel his body getting much more relaxed, his aches and pains melting away. He now felt like he was in a nice warm bath, his body tingling with the relief the potion brought him. He was about to say goodbye to the zebra and continue home, but found his legs would not move. In fact, he couldn’t move any part of his body! It was like he was frozen in place! Zecora smiled at him again. “It seems you cannot move, for my purposes you now can improve.” Thunderlane began freaking out inside. He didn’t know what the zebra would do to him but he was sure it wouldn’t be good. She reached into her bag and pulled out a pink crystal attached to a string that seemed to glow faintly. She dangled the crystal in front of Thunderlane, swinging it in front of his eyes. With each swing, Thunderlane found himself focusing more on the crystal, its glow intensifying the more he stared at it. Thunderlane’s mind began falling under a cloudy daze. His mind started to grow blank as the trance distracted him from coherent thought. Zecora grinned, happy to see the hypnosis was working. “A grown stallion works hard all day, while little fillies have time to play. Like a grown stallion you will act no more, better to be a filly of four. Shy and bashful you will be, your newfound personality. Following rules will fill you with glee, from anypony like your Mommy. If you understand what I have said, then simply nod your head.” Thunderlane nodded, the suggestions taking route in his mind. “When I stomp my hoof on the ground, you’ll once again be homeward bound. Tomorrow night you’ll come back here, to tell me of your day of cheer.” Zecora stomped her hoof on the ground and Thunderlane came to, unaware of what Zecora had done to him. The last thing he remembered was drinking the potion she had given him. “I feel much better now. Thank you!” Said Thunderlane, heading for home. Zecora waved and smiled at him as he left. The freezing of a pony’s body was a simple side effect of the potion she’d given him. She knew it wore off after a minute, but a minute was all she had needed to begin step one of her plan. She couldn’t wait for step two to begin tomorrow.
A Toddler of ThreeView OnlineA New Padded PerceptionA Toddler of ThreeThe 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.
