Pattycakes 0
By Pegacorn Ondacob
What's in a name?
That's a question that the yellow pegasus sometimes asked herself. For whether it was a sign from the onset of her birth, or her parents’ idea of a joke, fate had dealt her with the name "Fluttershy". Having been given this name at birth, it was fair to say that it in many ways shaped her into the pony she was. "Flutter" is not the word used to describe great fliers like hawks or eagles, and the pony herself was far from being a good flier. Indeed she spent most of her time on the ground. "Shy" was word describing things that were timid and easily frightened. Putting it together Fluttershy was an easily frightened pegasus pony who was weak at flying.
Despite her shortcomings, Fluttershy never felt bad about herself. Her friends were always supportive of her and understanding of her strengths and weaknesses. They never asked of her anything she wasn’t capable of doing. In addition, she was born to a mare and stallion who loved her like any good parents would. She was an only child and so she always got their attention when she had troubles. Even if she was slow to learn to fly or even be potty trained, they loved her regardless. To them, she was their baby. This perhaps more anything else helped early on to shape the yellow pegasus' id.
Following the events of the sonic rainboom, Fluttershy found a new home on the grounds of Ponyville just outside of the Everfree Forest among the many animals that lived there. She found a new pleasure in taking care of these creatures and once again it was fate that led to her cutiemark having been saved from falling by a swarm of butterflies. The animals in many ways became both guardians and dependents of Fluttershy and she enjoyed taking care of them. It was in the years growing up taking care of the animals of Equestria that she realized what she really wanted was a foal of her own.
The first means to get her wish would be to get pregnant. However doing so would first mean being in a relationship with one of Ponyville’s stallions. This proved to be impossible as Fluttershy’s timid nature prevented her from finding the courage to ask any of the stallions out, let alone be in a loving relationship and have a stallion sire with her. She also wasn’t the sort of pony to be casual about intimate relations, so simply getting pregnant from a one night stand wasn’t an option for her.
The second means to get her wish was to try adoption. While courage was not an issue with this route, it presented a new set of obstacles. She had to undergo a psychological evaluation, her home had to be inspected, and even if she was accepted, there was always the fact that in Ponyville, couples were given preference for adoption over single parents. Furthermore the location of her home was another factor that contributed to the agency ultimately declining her application. Fluttershy wanted a baby but the normal means of doing so were unavailable to her.
One evening when Fluttershy was by herself and she knew she would not have any visitors, she went to a room of her house that she normally kept locked. In here she kept her most private things. Most of these things were items stemming around a fetish she had that she didn’t want anyone to know about. Unlocking the door and turning on the light, she stepped inside the room and saw the boxes of diapers of all sizes, and plastic totes full of infantile accessories. There was also a changing table, a large crib with a couple of stuffed animals and a small refrigerator. Grabbing a diaper in her size, she hopped on the changing table, diapered herself, went to the small fridge, grabbed a baby bottle full of milk, stepped into the crib and relaxed while she began to suckle the bottle. Fluttershy was an infantilist and no one except her animals knew it. Not even her best five best friends knew. It was something that she wanted to share with someone special but at the same time she was scared to.
As she finished half of the bottle, various thoughts floated about in Fluttershy’s mind. She certainly didn’t want to be the only pony in Ponyville with an interest in ageplay. She also wanted a baby really badly but couldn’t get one by normal means. Supposed she got a friend to be her baby, if only in roleplay. The idea was a little farfetched if not downright crazy. Or was it? Suddenly thoughts filled the yellow pegasus’ mind of all five of her friends in diapers, acting like babies. It was a thought that made Fluttershy giggle in spite of herself. What if it wasn’t just her friends? What if she could get every pony in Ponyville to be her baby at least once? But asking wouldn’t be enough. She would need to find ways to make it work. She laid in her crib enjoying herself and didn’t come out until the next morning.
* * *
The following morning Fluttershy decided to visit Rarity in her home and store Carousel Boutique. Rarity was perhaps the one friend Fluttershy valued the most. They certainly did the most together as weekly spa treatments had sort of become a traditional activity for them to do together. Opening the front door of Carousel Boutique made a little bell jingle. Rarity who wasn’t within immediate sight of the door began her usual greeting as she approached.
“Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where every garment is chic, unique and … Fluttershy! To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”
“Oh, you know,” said the yellow pegasus in her usual timid nature. “I was in the neighborhood and … wanted to stop by.”
“Well you are always welcome here. This morning I’ve been really inspired to create a new fashion line and I’ve been sketching ideas since breakfast. Maybe when I’m done I can have you model it? You always model my dresses so fabulously.”
“Oh that sounds wonderful, Rarity. Listen, can I see your catalog?”
“Why of course, darling!”
In that moment Rarity’s horn glowed, a sign that she was using her magic. Shortly after a large book levitated its way towards them and it opened, its pages flipping as if blown by the wind. There was all manner of sketches and photos here, every dress Rarity had ever made including those she designed for the Grand Galloping Gala.
“So, Fluttershy, are you shopping for yourself or a friend?”
“Ummm … I’m not sure yet. I was wondering if you made dresses for … fillies?”
“Fillies? Well I do some designs. Just a moment.”
Rarity still holding the book afloat with her magic flipped to some pages towards the back of the book. Here there were dresses that were much more juvenile and cute. They were exactly the sort of look Fluttershy was looking for. As Rarity flipped pages depicting formal, party and play dresses, Fluttershy noticed one and put her hoof on it. It was a rather adorable dress, possibly designed for a very, very young filly in mind. It had lace trim, booties, frills everywhere and had a matching bonnet.
“Oh that one is really cute!” said Fluttershy.
“Why thank you, dear. I designed that one with Sweetie Belle in mind, back when she was younger and could barely talk. It’s rather adorable, wouldn’t you say?”
“I’ll say. Listen … this may sound a little weird but … could you make something like this … in … an adult size?”
Rarity looked at her friend, letting her book float down to the ground. For a moment Fluttershy was worried. Did she say something that gave away her secret?
“Fluttershy! I had no idea …” said the white unicorn with a studying look, “… that you were into Sweet Lolita fashion!”
“Sweet what now?” asked the yellow pony surprised.
“Sweet Lolita fashion, darling!”
Rarity levitated another book towards them and opened it, flipping through pages displaying some rather interesting dress designs.
“Sweet Lolita is a subset of Lolita fashion along with Gothic Lolita and Classic Lolita. It puts emphasis on more pastel, light colors, juvenile and fairy tale looks with a Victorian flair. I’m surprised you’ve not heard of it before what with your own knowledge of sewing and all.”
“Oh I have!” said Fluttershy trying to feign knowledge of the subject, “I just didn’t know it went under that name. So can you make a dress like that?”
“Certainly, Fluttershy. How would you like it?”
“Oh you know … just make it look cute. The example in your catalog is fine.”
“You got it! I’ll have your dress ready by the end of this week.”
“Thank you, Rarity! This means a lot to me!”
“Think nothing of it, my dear. I’m always happy to use my talents to please a friend.”
Fluttershy thanked Rarity again and headed out of Carousel Boutique making the door jingle as she walked through it. Her visit had gone a lot better than she had hoped for and she decided to go forward with her plans.
* * *
It was still early in the day when Fluttershy exited Carousel Boutique, so she made her way back towards home. She stopped by her house only to fetch her saddlebag, and afterwards went straight into the Everfree Forest. At night Fluttershy would have never dared to enter such a dark and mysterious place, but during daylight it wasn’t nearly as bad. Besides, there was someone very important she had to see. Making her way down a worn path she came upon a house built into a tree. The outside was decorated with bottles hanging from strings tied to the branches and a couple of wooden tribal masks. Fluttershy tapped her hoof on the door and a familiar zebra answered the door.
“What pleasant surprise has met my eye?
Why it’s my friend and neighbor Fluttershy!
Do come in and rest for a few,
And speak how this humble zebra can help you.”
Zecora spoke in her usual rhyming manner. It was something that Fluttershy couldn’t help but smile at. It made her feel more welcome with her ever since she got over her initial fear of the zebra. Stepping inside she noticed that Zecora appeared to be at her usual alchemy work and that a pot of an unknown substance was boiling in the room. Zecora for the moment took a bottle from a shelf and emptied the contents into the pot.
“Thank you, Zecora. I was hoping to get some advice on herbs. I am wondering if there exists a potion to make a pony … feel … younger?”
The striped pony didn’t react peculiarly at all but turned to Fluttershy and smiled.
“I’ve cures for pains, depressions and warts,
Broken bones and injuries of all sorts,
As well as a brew made from Dorian’s Gold,
That is quite effective for when one’s feeling old.
Childlike happiness is contained in such brew.
Does such an elixir interest you?”
“Dorian’s Gold? What’s that?”
Zecora walked to her shelf pulled out a book and opened it before Fluttershy. She turned it to a page with a color illustration of a plant labeled as “Dorian’s Gold” along with a recipe of how to use it for a rejuvenation potion.
“A flower, my pony, and one most unique.
Near dead trees in Everfree is where you must seek.
It blooms in the morning when its petals are white,
But it turns to dark blue by the time it grows night.
If you pick the petals when they turn cyan,
And grind and distill them as best as you can,
Then combine with other ingredients you’ll find,
Rejuvenation in a glass and the perfect unwind!”
“So you pick the petals when they turn cyan, put it in a potion, and it makes you feel younger. What happens if you pick them while they are still white?”
“To use Dorian’s Gold while the petals are white,
Would bring about a most unpleasant sight.
It would make the pony think and act like a foal,
And on their body there’d be a serious toll,
Regression most severe and behavior most naughty,
And forgetting of things like how to go potty.”
“Oh my! Well we definitely would not want that!”
Fluttershy was trying her best to hide her delight. To learn that there was a potion that existed that could if prepare correctly regress a pony was even better than she could have hoped for. As long as she contained her emotions, Zecora would be none the wiser.
“So Zecora, may I have a copy of the recipe?”
“A copy? I’ll allow you to borrow the book,
For the recipe requires an extensive look.
Browse it at leisure in your humble home,
And when you are done you may return the tome.”
Fluttershy nodded and thanked the zebra, put the book in her saddlebag, and left Zecora’s house walking once more through the Everfree Forest. On her way home Fluttershy consciously kept an eye out for any dead trees she could spot. It wasn’t long before she spotted a rotting tree devoid of leaves not far from her path. Trotting over to investigate, she spotted Dorians’ Gold flowers exactly as depicted in the book. The petals were already cyan in color. If she picked them and used them in a potion, they would make whoever took it feel younger, but Fluttershy decided that she wished to harvest the petals while they were white. She made a mental note of the location of the flowers and went back home.
* * *
Back home, Fluttershy took the book she borrowed from Zecora into her private room and examined the page regarding Dorian’s Gold.
“Dorian’s Gold can be used to brew a potion that will cause the imbiber to be filled with a childlike sense of joy and wonder, perfect for times where the pony in question is feeling older than he or she really is. Okay, it says I have to pick the petals when they are cyan in color, grind five of them with a mortar and pestle, along with ten white chrysanthemum petals, distill in an alembic … oh my!”
Upon reading the instructions Fluttershy realized that the recipe called for an alchemy set which she did not have. She had a mortar and pestle, but nothing else that was called for in the book. She had to think of some way to acquire an alchemy set, not knowing what sort of shop in Ponyville would carry such items. For a moment Fluttershy hung her head. Then she realized that Twilight Sparkle might know of where to get such a set, so she quickly headed over to the library. Knocking on the door, it wasn’t long before the familiar purple unicorn answered.
“Fluttershy! What a pleasant surprise! Come in!”
“Thank you, Twilight!”
Fluttershy stepped into the library home of Twilight Sparkle. Every shelf was quite literally packed with books on every manner of subject imaginable. Spike was not in sight at the moment. Fluttershy imagined that he was off on some errand for the unicorn.
“So, Fluttershy, what brings you here? Need a book?”
“Information, actually. I need to know where I can find an alchemy set and I figured you would be the pony to ask.”
“An alchemy set? Are you interested in becoming an apothecary?”
“An apothewhat?” asked the yellow pony confused.
“An apothecary. It’s a fancy term for a chemist or pharmacist.”
“Oh no, I just need to make some special medicines sometimes.”
“I see. Well I do know of a place in Ponyville that sells supplies, but I’ve got a spare alchemy set you can have if you wish.”
“Oh that would be wonderful! How much you want for it?”
“Oh I couldn’t charge you for it. It’s not all that fancy anyway. It’s my gift to you. It comes with an alembic, a retort, two burners, four beakers, four test tubes, and some tubes.”
“Oh, Twilight! You’re too kind!”
Twilight Sparkle’s horn glowed and a cardboard box filled with glass and metal items floated out of the basement and rested before Fluttershy.
“Me? You’re the kind one! I’m just repaying all your kindness. The only thing is the set doesn’t come with a mortar and pestle.”
“That’s okay! I have a mortar and pestle!”
“Then it looks like you have everything you need!” said Twilight Sparkle as she levitated the box onto Fluttershy’s back. “I’m sure whatever you’ll make, it will be good.”
“I hope so, Twilight!”
Fluttershy held the box quite well with her wings. Thanking the unicorn once again, she headed out of the library and back. Excited, Flutteshy went home and set up her new alchemy set in one of the smaller bedrooms. She now had all she needed. All there was to do now was wait until morning.
* * *
The first thing Fluttershy did that next morning was head into the Everfree Forest wearing her usual butterfly emblazoned saddlebags. Not far into the forest she encountered a dead tree with Dorian’s Gold growing at the base. Examining the petals she found that they were all white as the winter’s snow in Ponyville. The flower itself resembled a tulip so it was easy to pick the petals off without picking the rest of the flower. She was a little unsure how much she would need, so she picked all the petals she could, filling up her saddlebags. She then returned home, grabbed a white chrysanthemum from her yard, put the Dorian’s Gold petals in a glass jar and brought it along with the chrysanthemum to the smaller bedroom where the alchemy set she got from Twilight Sparkle was already set up. Opening the book Zecora lent her, she read the instructions performing each action as she read.
“Grind five of the Dorian’s Gold petals and ten white chrysanthemum petals together with a mortar and pestle until it becomes fine and powdery. With your alembic and retort in place, add the contents of the mortar into the chamber of the alembic and light the burner. The distillation process will take some time. Once the essence has been distilled, examine the resulting contents. It should have a light pink color and the aroma of a rose. If the resulting color is magenta, the resulting extract it is too powerful and could cause regression if imbibed. Regardless of the outcome, the taste will be unpleasant. However, by adding one teaspoon of vanilla extract, the color, smell and taste will be completely neutralized and the result able to be taken alone or mixed with a beverage of choice.”
The instructions went further on about how to make vaporous form of the mix in case ingestion was not an option. The liquid that resulted from Fluttershy’s efforts was in fact magenta in color and miraculously enough the vanilla extract removed all color and smell from the mix until it looked no distinguishable from water. Now it would need to be tested, but she didn’t have a test subject and she couldn’t test it on herself just yet. It was about this time that she felt a spoon hit her in the back of the head. Only one such resident of her home did such a thing to her. Turning around she saw her pet bunny Angel. He was stamping his foot, had his arms crossed and was stamping his little hind paw on the floor.
“Oh! I’m sorry, Angel! I forgot your breakfast!”
Then a devious thought entered into the yellow pegasus’ mind. The little bunny of late had become quite spoiled and demanding. He could make an ideal initial test subject for her new concoction before testing it on a pony. All she needed to do was handle the situation with a little tact so he wouldn’t so the rabbit wouldn’t suspect anything.
“Why don’t you go wait in the dining room? I’ll be right there.”
Angel seemed pleased with this answer and hopped off. Fluttershy took the mixture from the beaker and poured it into a small bottle. Placing the bottle back into her saddlebag she made her way to the kitchen where she prepared a fancy salad, the kind that Angel would be pleased with. Taking a cherry, she washed it off and then took out the bottle of the Dorian’s Gold mixture she had prepared. She then pulled the stem off the cherry, placed three drops of the concoction into the cherry and carefully placed it on top of the salad. With her work finished, she carried the salad to the dining room where Angel was waiting. Fluttershy placed the salad at Angel’s feet and prayed he would accept it.
Angel sniffed the salad for a moment. Then much to Fluttershy’s delight Angel accepted the dish and began to eat, starting with the cherry which he ate whole. Angel was about halfway through with the salad when something happened. Angel stopped and leaned back, making some odd sounds. He began to move as if he was intoxicated and then without warning began to mess on the floor. Then he fell on his back and began to cry like a newborn baby. With a mix of surprise and delight, Fluttershy ran over to the crying bunny and scooped him up.
“Oh my! It looks like the Dorian’s Gold really did a number on you, Angel! The important thing is that the experiment was a success. You know … I think I kind of like you better this way! Now we can begin testing on ponies. But who should we test it on first?”
The wheels turned in Fluttershy’s head until the thought of the perfect test subject came to her. The first thing she did was place Angel in one of her spare bird’s nest and give him a bottle. Then she cleaned up the mess that Angel made and stored away the uneaten portion of the salad. The effects of the Dorian’s Gold mixture lasted about twenty four hours. Fluttershy took note of this fact.
* * *
The next morning was the same as ever for Twilight Sparkle except that there was a knock on her door early in the morning. Opening the door of her library home, she looked all around before looking down, surprised to see Angel there. The rabbit held up a letter which Twilight promptly took from the bunny with her magic. She barely had time to thank Angel before the rabbit went scampering off. Opening the letter, she read it to herself.
“Dear Twilight Sparkle. I wanted to thank you for the alchemy set. I have been hard at work with it and would like you to be the first to see the results of my labors. Please come as soon as you can to my home. My work is still in progress and I would like confidentiality in my work so please come alone. Sincerely yours, Fluttershy.”
Twilight folded the letter back up and considered this.
“Well whatever she’s working on, it must be important if she only wants me to see it.”
The purple unicorn looked around. Today the library was closed and Spike was relaxing in his little basket bed with a Daring Do book.
“Spike, I’m going out for a while. Mind the place, okay?”
“Okay, Twi. Have fun!” said Spike turning another page without looking up.
Twilight Sparkle placed the letter in a nearby waste paper bin and stepped outside. She inhaled the fresh air and trotted over to Fluttershy’s house passing random ponies as she went. She had to walk for a while since Fluttershy’s house stood on the edge of the Everfree Forest, but eventually she came upon Fluttershy’s moss-covered house. Twilight knocked on the door and waited. In no time a certain yellow pegasus answered and smiled widely.
“Twilight! I’m so happy you could come. Please step inside.”
“Nice to see you too, Fluttershy,” replied Twilight and she stepped over the threshold. “So what exactly is it that you wanted to show me?”
“Well …” said Fluttershy as she led the unicorn into her kitchen. “You know how there are days where you feel … old? Like you’re out of energy and some ponies don’t get you at all and the world seems like it’s out to get you?”
“Well … I do have to admit sometimes I feel that way. I mean between taking care of Spike, minding the library, and finding that often a lot of ponies have no clue what I’m talking about, I do feel a little old sometimes.”
“Good! Then in that case I have just the thing for you!”
Fluttershy gestured to glass on a table filled with a brown liquid with a straw in it.
“A glass of chocolate milk?” asked Twilight.
“Not just chocolate milk, Twilight. It has a special ingredient to reinvigorate and make you feel like a brand new mare. I want you to be the first pony to try it!”
“Oh! Well in that case it would be my honor, Fluttershy.”
Twilight walked up to the table and drew liquid through the straw into her mouth. It tasted really good. She turned to Fluttershy and smiled.
“Don’t stop, please,” said Fluttershy. “Please drink the whole glass.”
Twilight Sparkle obeyed and drank the entire glass, making little slurping noises when she finally imbibed all of the liquid.
“Ahhh! That was really good, Fluttershy. I have to admit it didn’t taste any different from normal chocolate milk.”
“Well that’s good to know,” said Fluttershy. “The actual formula is mixed in with the milk, but it’s supposed to be odorless and tasteless.”
“Well I think you succeeded in that department. So … how long is this stuff supposed to take to kick in?”
“I’m not sure about that myself. I guess we’ll just wait and see.”
“I suppose. This is kinda exciting. Not sure what to expect. I must say the delivery is good too. What with the chocolate milk and all. Hey, I’m not sure yet but I think I feel something. Hard to say … feeling kinda relaxed now … like … ohhh, that’s weird …”
“How do you feel, Twilight?”
“Like it’s getting hard … to think. Oh … I … I … wa … ma …”
Twilight Sparkle stood there looking kinda dazed. Her tail also lifted in an autonomous action. Fluttershy knew exactly what this meant and she was prepared for it. She quickly grabbed some newspaper that she had ready on a nearby counter and placed it behind Twilight Sparkle’s hind legs. Sure enough, some poop was released and it fell right on top of the newspaper. Fluttershy made a mental note not to use this stuff unless it was on a pony who was already wearing a diaper. She bunched the soiled paper up and tossed it into a trash can.
“Ma … ma?” said Twilight.
“Come with me, baby. We need to get you padded before you mess again.”
Fluttershy led the dazed unicorn into her nursery. In this state, it didn’t take much to convince the purple unicorn to follow her, nor to enter her nursery, nor to lay down on her changing table, nor to accept having a diaper placed on her. Fluttershy couldn’t help but giggle at this. She had diapered her first pony. She led the unicorn off the changing table and on her feet. Smiling, she couldn’t help but pat Twilight’s diapered rear.
“My, my! You look so cute in your diapers, Twi.”
“Are you my mommy?” asked Twilight Sparkle.
“Yes, sweety,” replied Flutteryshy, “You and I are going to have a lot of fun today!”
And for the rest of the day, Fluttershy had as much fun as she could with her mentally regressed unicorn. She dressed Twilight Sparkle like a little filly, fed her with a bottle, changed her diapers, and overall Fluttershy had the time of her life. She also took plenty of pictures of Twilight in her infantile state. The purple unicorn’s mind was completely at the whim of the yellow pegasus and she saw Fluttershy as her mother completely. The formula had truly mentally regressed Twilight Sparkle into a foal. Because of this, Fluttershy dubbed the concoction “foalmula”.
Fluttershy didn’t administer any more foalmula after the initial feeding because she wanted to see how long one dose would last. After about twenty four hours the effects of the formula began to wear off. Fluttershy noticed this and removed Twilight’s baby clothes and diaper and cleaned her up while she still had time. When Twilight Sparkle became fully awake and aware, she was the same as she was before albeit a little groggy. After some time she was able to speak again.
“Ugh … what happened?” asked Twilight.
“You don’t know?” asked Fluttershy curiously. “What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Uh … I remember coming here. You asked me to. Something about trying out something you had made. Did I pass out or something?”
Fluttershy decided that the best way to throw off suspicion would be to tell the truth but while hiding her ulterior motive.
“Yes. You came here to try a medicine to make a pony feel younger. Unfortunately it seemed like the medicine worked too well on you. You ended up regressing to the mental state of a foal. I took care of you during that time.”
“Oh my!” said Twilight in shock, “So how long was I … that way?”
“About twenty four hours,” replied Fluttershy.
“That long?! So a whole day has gone by? And you took care of me during that time? Oh, I hope I wasn’t too much of a bother. I hope Spike isn’t too worried. Thank you for taking care of me. Though I’m not sure I want word getting out that I was acting like a foal here.”
“Don’t worry, Twilight. It will be our little secret.”
“Thank you, Fluttershy! Now if you will excuse me, I have to head home.”
“Okay, Twi. See you later!”
And with that, Twilight Sparkle departed. With the purple unicorn gone, Fluttershy reflected on what she had learned. The foalmula worked and she knew about dosage and how long the effects of it would last. Now she knew that she could force somepony to become a foal, but the truth of the matter was that she wanted to keep foalmula as a last resort. Ideally she would want someone to play foal for her without having to resort to the foalmula. Despite how empowering the foalmula could make her, she knew it would be easy to abuse said power. She decided to only administer the foalmula if it was consensual.
Now that it was proven that foalmula worked, she decided that she now would endeavor to make every pony in Ponyville her foal at least once. But she would need a system, something that would help her overcome her natural shyness.
* * *
Later on that day Fluttershy walked into the basement and began looking through some old crates. Here she normally kept items from her past, things she wanted to keep safe, and things others had given her that she didn’t have the heart to simply throw away. Going through one of the crates she fished out a small wooden box. Looking to make sure it was the one she was looking for, she took it upstairs, placed it on her kitchen table and opened it. Reaching inside she pulled out a fully functional metal bingo cage with all 75 balls still inside.
Fluttershy was never much of a bingo player. It was a hand-me-down from an older relative. But for once the yellow pegasus felt like she finally had a use for the bingo cage. Setting the bingo cage on the table, she opened a drawer and pulled out an address book, a spare notebook and a pencil. Using these she began to write down a list with all the ponies in Ponyville herself included, skipping those she didn’t know too well. Before each name she wrote a number between 1 and 75, all the numbers available in bingo.
Now she had a number system to allow her to easily choose from different ponies and keep track of which ponies’ numbers had come up. She decided to try it out and put her hoof on the crank and turned it clockwise. The little balls made a delightful noise as they all clacked against each other. Then she reverse the direction, allowing the cage to catch a single ball and turned it some more. The cage released a single ball into a tray bellow the cage. Picking up the ball, she examined the markings of it.
“B 11.”
Fluttershy looked at her list and looked to see which pony’s name had been designated at number eleven. She let out a “oh my!” as she released that the name following the number eleven was her own! Giggling in spite of herself she thought that this was the perfect test of her system and took the ball back to her private room with the infantile supplies and put the B 11 ball inside a drawer of a babyish night table. She went back to the kitchen and turned the crank of the bingo cage, allowed the cage to catch a ball and released another. She picked the new ball up and examined it.
“N 37.”
Fluttershy turned once more at her list and examined which pony’s name was next to the number 37: Big McIntosh. At this sight Fluttershy blushed hotly. The truth of the matter was that Fluttershy had harbored a bit of a crush on Big Mac, and the thought of having him as her personal foal was a thought that both excited and frightened her. Still, she had the foalmula now and if anything that gave her courage.
Deciding that she might as well get it over with, she walked over to Sweet Apple Acres. It didn’t take long before she reached the fenced border of the farm. A distinct sign that said “Sweet Apple Acres” hung above the gate that welcomed visitors. In the background was farmland as far as the eye could see and the barn that served as the Apple family’s home. Applejack was within sight, carrying a bushel of apples on her back. She saw Fluttershy approach and gave her a friendly wave as she came near.
“Howdy, Fluttershy!”
“Hello, AJ.”
“What brings you to our humble farm?”
“I’m looking for Big McIntosh. Is he around?”
“He should be plowin’ the field over that way past the yearling plot,” said Applejack pointing to her right.
“Thanks a ton, Applejack.”
Fluttershy took her leave and went in the direction that Applejack had indicated. She passed plenty of trees along the way. Sure enough it wasn’t long before she encountered a familiar red draft pony who was indeed plowing the land. He was working without ceasing, pulling a plow through the soil, pulling the lower soil to the top and leaving a trench behind him. Fluttershy approached on the side where the soil was unplowed.
“Um … Big McIntosh?” Fluttershy said meekly.
Big McIntosh turned to the yellow pony but still maintained his at his task.
“Eyup?” replied the draft pony.
Big McIntosh was one of those soft spoken ponies who rarely said anything that couldn’t be summed up with a simple “eyup” or “nope”. By nature he was very shy and not very outgoing, so in many ways he was similar to Fluttershy except far braver and stronger.
“I was wondering if you might have some free time maybe later on today or tomorrow?”
“Today in the afternoon ah’m free. D’ya have somethin’ you’d like me to do for you, Miss Fluttershy?”
“Kinda …” said Fluttershy brushing her hoof.
“What type of job we talkin’? Repair? Manual work? Transport?”
“Um … it’s not a job. I was wondering if you … wanted to have dinner … er …”
Big McIntosh stopped plowing for just a moment and turned his full attention to the yellow pegasus pony.
“You askin’ me out, Fluttershy?”
“Um … maybe?” said Fluttershy with a really nervous tone.
“At your place?”
“Yes …”
“What time should I be there?”
“So you mean you’ll come?”
“Eyup.”
“Six o’ clock then!”
“See ya then, Miss Fluttershy.”
* * *
Fluttershy flew away away from Sweet Apple Acres, feeling as light as the air itself. Normally she was the sort of pony who despite being a pegasus would walk everywhere. Right now she felt like flying and so she did, all the way back to her home on the outskirts of Ponyville. When she got home, she wasted no time and began to prepare for that evening’s event. She cleaned the house with the help of some of her animal friends, began to prepare that evening’s meal. Unlike with Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy didn’t plan to drug Big Mac if she could avoid it. By six o’ clock Fluttershy had prepared a delicious meal and set the table. It wasn’t long before the doorbell rang. Fluttershy answered it and sure enough it was Big McIntosh who as always was wearing his trademark yoke. He was carrying a small keg of hard cider and smiled warmly.
“Evenin’, Miss Fluttershy,” said the red stallion.
“Good evening, Big Mac. Please come in!”
Big Mac nodded and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Bowing, he handed the keg to Fluttershy who accepted it and brought it to table and filled a glass for each of them. Big Mac could see that the rest of the table was already set. Fluttershy was the first to take a place at the table and the stallion followed suit. There was a very simple au grautin dish with a side of salad prepared for the two of them.
“Bon appetite,” said Fluttershy.
Big Mac nodded. The two of them began to partake of their meal. After about ten minutes Fluttershy got the nerve to speak.
“How’s the food? Is it okay?”
“Eyup.”
“You don’t think the sauce is too weak?”
“Nope.”
The two of them took a couple of more bites of their food.
“Big Mac, how long have we known each other?”
“Ah recon since you were a filly.”
“Yes, I think that’s right. Have you ever … had a secret that you don’t want anyone to find out about … but you do want people to know … but only those important to you?”
Fluttershy bit her bottom lip. The red stallion scratched his chin for a bit. Thoughts in his mind turned to Twilight’s Smartypants doll that he had kept to himself after the effects of her “want it, need it spell” wore off but he was fairly certain this wasn’t what Fluttershy was talking about.
“Ahm not entirely sure what you mean, Fluttershy. Was there sumtin’ you wanted to share with me?”
“Promise not to laugh if I tell you?”
“Ah promise.”
Fluttershy took a deep breath and exhaled.
“I like … well … I’m not sure how to say this … I’m an infantilist. I like being treated as a baby but most of all … I want to treat others like babies as well. I know it sounds really strange. Please don’t laugh at me for it …”
Fluttershy squeaked to herself and looked away trying to hide her face in her hooves. Big Mac just sat there. His expression hadn’t changed a bit since he sat down.
“Ah couldn’t laugh at you for that, Miss Fluttershy,” he solemnly replied.
Fluttershy looked back to Big Mac hesitantly.
“You couldn’t?” asked the yellow mare cautiously.
“Nope. Everypony has at least some quirk about them that others might find odd. Ah mean just look at Pinkie Pie.”
Fluttershy giggled at this fact and Big Mac couldn’t help but join in. The two then went back to eating. After they had finished the meal, Fluttershy spoke again.
“Big Mac, I want to ask something of you and I know you might say … well … nope, but I have to ask. Will you allow me to baby you?”
“Is this sumtin’ that would make you happy, Fluttershy?”
“Yes, Big McIntosh! It really would!”
“Then ah suppose it can’t hurt. What should I do?”
“Just follow me and let me take care of you.”
“Okay then.”
The yellow mare led the red stallion to her nursery, her sanctuary. Big Mac looked around wide eyed, trying to take in all of what he was seeing. In the back of his mind he had considered that Fluttershy was talking lightly of infantile desires, but seeing her nursery made it all the more apparent that she was quite serious.
“This is my nursery,” she said. “Could you kindly please lay down on that changing table please?”
Fluttershy gestured to the changing table to her left. Big Mac nodded and did as the yellow mare requested. The table made a sort of squeaking sound as if it weren’t designed for a pony of his weight, yet it was still long enough for him. Big Mac laid on his back, his hooves held close to his body. Fluttershy approached the table and pulled a diaper from underneath it. Unfolding the diaper, she stood in front of Big McIntosh, his nether regions exposed to the pegasus pony. True to his name, he was big in all aspects.
“Fluttershy, is that a diaper?” asked the stallion.
“It is. And I’m going to put it on you.”
“Do you have to?”
“It will feel good. I promise.”
The red draft pony seemed hesitant but Fluttershy proceeded to diaper him anyway. In no time Fluttershy had fastened the tapes and Big McIntosh was now fully diapered. Big Mac looked down at the snug disposable diaper hugging his hips. He could hardly believe this was happening at all. He hadn’t remembered the last time he had ever worn these. Fluttershy smiled and patted the diapers lightly.
“Do you need me to help you down?” asked Fluttershy.
“Nope,” replied Big Mac.
The stallion flipped himself over and landed with all four hooves on the ground. He looked over behind him and looked at the diaper on him. He swished his cropped tail and moved one leg causing it to crinkle. Then he looked back to Fluttershy.
“How does it feel?” she asked.
“It feels … soft, ah suppose. Now Fluttershy … do you want me to erm … use these for their intended purpose?”
“I would love it if you did, but I won’t force you to. And please, while we’re doing this, I would prefer it if you called me ‘mommy’ or ‘mama’ or even ‘Miss Fluttershy’ or something similar. It’s rude for little foals to call adults by their proper names.”
“Okay, Flu … er, ah mean mama.”
“You know, Big Mac … or should I say Little Mac … I do have a special medicine that could make this easier.”
“What kind of medicine are we talking?”
“Something I’ve been working on that will make you think and feel like a baby and cause you to mess naturally.”
“If it’s all the same with you, ah’d like to try doing this without the medicine.”
“Okay, Little Mac.”
* * *
For the next few hours, Fluttershy helped Little Mac engage in every infantile activity she could think of. Her nursery had more than enough toys which she encouraged him to play with. Fluttershy sat him in a bean bag chair and read stories to him. She also played little infantile games like peekaboo. Though in the case of the games, it seemed to be Fluttershy who was more amused by them then Big Mac. After awhile, the red stallion felt something building in him that he was dreading a little inside.
“Um … mama?” said Little Mac.
“Yes, baby?” replied Fluttermommy.
“Ah kinda … hear nature callin’ if you catch mah drift.”
“Go ahead then. You’re already wearing a diaper.”
“Ah know … but still it’s a lil’ … awkward.”
“Come with me, then.”
Fluttershy walked to the kitchen and got a saucepan and a tall mug of hot water from the sink. She then led the red diapered pony to the nursery, placed the two items by a bean bag chair and sat down in it. It was big enough for two ponies. She gestured Big McIntosh to sit down with her. And so he took a spot next to her in the bean bag chair. Fluttershy then pulled Big Mac close to her in a way that his head and part of his upper body was cradled in her arms.
“What are you doing, Miss Fluttershy?” asked the red stallion.
“Shhh … just close your eyes and try to relax.”
Big Mac nodded and did as the mare told him. Fluttershy then took the saucepan and poured the warm water in it. She then placed the pan on her belly and took Big McIntosh’s hoof and placed it into the warm water. If it wasn’t for the fact that the stallion’s coat was already red, it would have been apparent he was blushing.
“Mama I …”
Fluttershy only shhhed Big Mac and whispered into his ear.
“It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to worry. Just relax and let go. Your mama’s here to care for you. Don’t have to worry about anything anymore. Let yourself go all the way.”
Between the pegasus’ words and the warm water, it was enough for the big red pony to finally let go. He relaxed his muscles and emptied himself in his diapers. As soon as the deed was done, Big Mac looked down at his full diapers and began to feel really dirty. He looked up at Fluttershy, not exactly crying but looking very much uncomfortable and desperate for support. Fluttershy put the saucepan to one side and took a pacifier from a nearby end table and put the pacifier into Big McIntosh’s mouth. Big Mac was hesitant at first, but soon began to suckle.
“It’s okay, Little Mac. Mommy’s here for you.”
Big Mac continued to suckle at the pacifier looking a little unsure how to take all this.
“Let’s get you changed, shall we?”
The big red pony nodded Fluttershy led him once more to the changing table. Big Mac laid down on the table and Fluttershy did her craft, removing the diaper, cleaning the pony up and putting a new diaper on him. To an ordinary pony, changing the diaper of a grown pony, especially one who didn’t actually need diapers, might have seemed as a degrading task. To Fluttershy, this was pure bliss and she smiled all while she did it. After this was done she locked at a clock on a nearby wall.
“Oh my! It’s getting late! We’d better put you to bed!”
“Bed, mama? But ah thought ah’d be …”
“Going back to Sweet Apple Acres at this hour when it’s so late and I already have a crib set up just for you? I think not.”
“You won’t take no for an answer, will you mama?”
“Nope.”
Fluttershy led Big McIntosh to the crib in question which was intended for grown ponies. Inside the crib was a pillow, a blanket, a few stuffed animals. The crib itself featured a sliding down side for entering which Fluttershy slid down for her baby. The red pony hesitated at first but after a moment climbed into the crib. Fluttershy slid the side of the crib back up and Big Mac looked over the edge at Fluttershy.
“Now is there anything else I can get you before bedtime? A bottle? An extra blanket or pillow? An extra plushie?”
“Ah’m fine, mama.”
“Then in that case,” said Fluttershy as she pushed a pacifier in the red pony’s mouth, “good night, sleep tight and don’t let the parasprites bite.”
And with that Fluttershy tucked Big McIntosh in, kissed him on the nose and turned to walk out of the nursery. She stopped at the door and looked back at the pampered pony and smiled once more before turning off the light and closing the door. The red pony never slept so well before in his life.
The next morning Fluttershy woke up and went down to the nursery only to find that Big Mac was still sleeping in the crib. Though as she approached, he began to wake up. He was clutching a stuffed animal close to his chest and when he woke he looked disorientated. It was as if he could hardly believe he was in this situation at all.
“So it wasn’t a dream?” asked Big Mac.
“No it wasn’t … fortunately,” replied Fluttershy.
The yellow mare approached and opened the crib.
“Come with me, baby. I have breakfast ready for you.”
Big McIntosh obeyed and the two of them walked to the kitchen. Big Mac saw something that under ordinary circumstances should have surprised him. Seeing it now didn’t surprise him at all. It was an adult foal high chair.
“Need me to help you in your seat, baby?” asked Fluttershy.
“Nope.”
Big McIntosh climbed up into the adult high chair. Despite being tall as it was, despite the fact that he didn’t need a high chair, he sat in it. The high chair itself was not nearly as tall as a high chair for actual foals, but it still had a tray, and the image it gave was there. Big Mac truly felt small in it, even if he still dwarfed Fluttershy in height while sitting in it. Fluttershy picked up a bowl from the counter filled with some unknown substance and placed it on the chair tray. There was a spoon already in the bowl. Big Mac looked down at the substance with uncertainty,
“What’s this?” he asked.
“Breakfast! Now open wide!”
Fluttershy took the spoon in her mouth and scooped up a bit of the substance and held it up to Big Mac. It was a comical sight to be sure, a grown pony holding up a spoon of baby food to another grown pony to feed like a foal. The height difference was a bit of an issue, but Fluttershy didn’t mind at all. Big Mac opened his mouth and let the spoon enter. Closing his mouth around the utensil, he drew the food in while Fluttershy pulled the spoon out. Tasting it, Big Mac could tell it was some sort of corn-based dish. It didn’t taste too bad so the big red pony swallowed and continued to allow Fluttershy to feed him until he was done with the bowl. Once Big Mac was done with that, Fluttershy handed him a baby bottle to go with it. As before, he hesitated but Big McIntosh eventually gave in and began to suckle on the nipple, drawing milk into his mouth. Fluttershy enjoyed every moment of the sight. Once he was finished, Fluttershy took the bowl and bottle to the sink and then removed the tray from the high chair Big Mac stepped off and smiled.
“Was that enough food?” asked Fluttershy.
“Eyup!” replied Big Mac. “So what’s next for us?”
“Well…”
Fluttershy went to a nearby drawer and pulled out a simple camera. Smiling, she pointed it at Big McIntosh. Big McIntosh however didn’t seem to like the idea of a camera pointed at him like this at all.
“Whoa! Yer not gonna photograph me lookinh like this, are you?”
“I just want to keep the memory. That’s all.”
“Yer not gon’ share this with other ponies?”
“I’m not going to post this publically if that’s what you mean.”
Fluttershy didn’t answer his question directly because the truth of the matter was that she wasn’t about to promise that she wouldn’t show the photo to anyone else. Still, her answer seemed to satisfy the red pony.
“Oh alright, but for you, Miss Fluttershy.”
“Smile!”
Fluttershy held up the camera and looked through the viewfinder. Big Mac smiled as best as he could and Fluttershy pressed the shutter. A click and hum later, Fluttershy put the camera away and smiled.
“Thank you, Little Mac. This has been a lot of fun for me. Now with that, I think our time is up.”
Big McIntosh blinked for a moment. In all this adult foal play he had almost forgotten about the outside world.
“Oh … right.”
Fluttershy put a hoof to Big Mac’s diapered rear and squeezed which startled him a bit. Having his diaper checked was a feeling he doubted he would ever get used to.
“Well you’re not wet or messy so I’m won’t need to clean you up before you go.”
And without warning, Fluttershy removed the diaper from Big Mac’s rear and set it to one side. The red pony looked back as if a body part had been removed.
“I imagine you must have a lot of chores to do each day, right?”
“Eyup.”
“And you wouldn’t want me to keep you from your duties, right?”
“Nope.”
“Then I suppose you’d better be going now. I must say it was a lot of fun having you as my baby. This was wonderful!”
“Happy to have made you happy, Miss Fluttershy.”
Big Mac started to head for the door, but before he did, he turned back to Fluttershy and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Fluttershy in turn kissed him on the nose even though what she really wanted to do was kiss him on the lips. Then Big Mac opened the door and headed outside, turning to wave to Fluttershy.
“Goodbye, Miss Fluttershy.”
“Goodbye, Little Mac.”
And with that, Big McIntosh was gone. Fluttershy sighed in happiness. She has never had such a fulfilling time in her life. Going back into her house she walked over to the kitchen and opened the drawer where she kept the notebook of all the ponies she knew. She wrote a check mark next to the names of Big McIntosh and Twilight Sparkle. Looking at the rest of the names in her book she smiled to herself.
“Looks like a whole bunch of ponies will soon be getting a new mommy!”
* * *
Three days had passed since Fluttershy’s foal time with Big Mac. She hadn’t babied another pony since then because she hadn't quite gotten over how happy the first one had made her. That morning she decided to go shopping, so we went to the open market to buy various foodstuffs and other items she would need. She had just purchased a head of lettuce when she was pleasantly surprised to find Big McIntosh in the market as well. She walked up to him and smiled.
“Big Mac! I’m surprised to see you here!” she said excitedly.
“Jus’ was bringing apples to sell in the market is all,” replied the big red pony plainly.
“Oh, right! Um … listen … did you enjoy … the other day?”
“Ah did. It was … different, but ah did.”
“You think you might want to try it again sometime?”
Big McIntosh looked around just to make sure no one was within earshot that mattered to him.
“Ah think so, but there’s someone else who ah think might like it even more.”
“And who might that be?”
“Mah sister Applejack.”
“Oooo! Maybe you could both come sometime?”
“How does Friday afternoon sound?”
“It’s a date then!”
The two took their leave of each other for that day. On Friday Fluttershy had her home clean and ready for two guests. Sure enough there was a knock at her door that afternoon. Fluttershy opened the door to find Big McIntosh and Applejack on her front step.
“Come on in,” said Fluttershy to the two Apples.
“Thank you mighty kindly,” replied Applejack.
The brother and sister stepped over the threshold and into her house. Fluttershy closed the door behind them and locked it.
“I’m so glad you two could come over!”
“Well it’s nice to be here, Fluttershy,” replied Applejack. “Though Big Mac didn’t say what this was all about. Then he never says much when he can avoid it. Only that it was going to be fun. Isn’t that right, big brother?”
“Eyup.”
“Oh it certainly most will be for me and I hope you two as well!” replied Fluttershy.
Fluttershy led the two of them to her nursery door. Before opening it, Fluttershy turned to Applejack. She felt at first that maybe she should warn her about what to expect inside, but decided against it and opened it away. She ushered Applejack inside. The orange pony walked in followed closely behind by her brother, looking at all the infantile furniture and other objects strewn about the room, not entirely understanding what their purposes where. As quietly as she could, Fluttershy walked in and locked the door behind them.
“So … y’all run a babysitting service er sumtin’ Fluttershy?” asked Applejack.
“Something like that. Big Mac? Could you take a place on the table for me please?”
“Eyup.”
Applejack didn’t quite know what was going to happen. Even as she watched it happening she wasn’t entirely sure what was going on. She witnessed her older brother lay on top of the changing table with his legs open and his hooves up. Fluttershy then came over and proceeded to diaper him. Fluttershy performed her craft like she was born to do it and when she was finished she helped the big red pony off of the table and on the floor again. Applejack just looked in shock. Fluttershy then put a pacifier in Big Mac’s mouth which he proceeded to suckle on.
“There now, aren’t we all better?” asked Fluttershy soothingly.
Applejack slowly approached her brother and smiled, giggling to herself.
“Well now if this dun bring back memories. Shucks, ah used ta play house with Big Mac and Apple Bloom when ah was a lil’ filly. An he does look kinda funny this way.”
“Now it’s your turn,” said Fluttershy patting the surface of the changing table.
“Beg pardon?” replied a confused orange pony.
“You heard me. Up on the table if you’d please.”
Applejack was very hesitant. She stood frozen in her tracks. Fluttershy in turn looked at Applejack with large soulful eyes.
“Pleeease?”
“No way, no how, Fluttershy.”
“Just this once?”
“Er … ah …”
Applejack looked into Fluttershy’s almost abnormally large eyes. Suddenly they were making her more uncomfortable than the thought of being diapered itself.
“Okay fine. Have it yer way!”
The cowboy hatted pony trotted over to the table and with a slight huff laid down on the table. Approvingly Fluttershy smiled and walked over to the table, took out a fresh diaper and started her craft. Big Mac watched still suckling on his pacifier as he witnessed his sister getting the same treatment as he did. In no time at all, Applejack was diapered and not looking too happy about it. Fluttershy offered to help the diapered pony off the table which she reluctantly accepted. Applejack walked over to her older brother and sat down next to him with a huff.
“Well ah hope yer happy, you two,” she said.
“Eyup,” replied Big Mac.
“Delighted, but you don’t seem to be. I can fix that though,” said Fluttershy.
Fluttershy walked over to a mini fridge, opened it and pulled out a baby bottle that had been specially marked with a small pink strip. The bottles without it contained plain milk. Those with the strip contained milk with Fluttershy’s special ingredient mixed in. Of course neither Applejack nor Big McIntosh knew what the bottle contained. For all they knew it was a normal baby bottle of milk. Fluttershy held the bottle with the nipple pointed directly at Appleajack. Applejack didn’t look too happy to see a rubber nipple so close to her mouth.
“You can’t be serious, Fluttershy.”
“Just drink. I promise it will make you feel better.”
“What do ah look like to you? A filly?!”
Applejack looked down at the diapers hugging her flank and sighed.
“Fine, ah’ll drink from the stupid bottle.”
Applejack opened her mouth and Fluttershy placed the nipple inside, almost shoving it in. Applejack only looked at Fluttershy with a frown and began to suckle on the nipple. Fluttershy moved in closer and held the pony’s head with her hoof just to make sure she wouldn’t go anywhere. When half the bottle was gone, Applejack appeared to be getting restless so Fluttershy took the bottle away and put it to one side.
“How was it, AJ?” asked Fluttershy.
“Ah dunno. Ah drank yer little bottle an’ ah dun feel any beh…”
“What’s that?”
There was grumbling noises coming from Applejack’s stomach and she appeared light-headed. She began to sway this way and that and utter complete nonsense. And then without warning she messed herself until her diaper was completely filled and bulging. Applejack herself looked like she was not entirely herself. She stared off into space and started to giggle and drool. Big Mac looked at his sister with some uncertainty.
“Applejack? Can you hear me?” asked the yellow pegasus.
“Hee hee hee. Poopy,” replied Applejack.
“What’s come over her, Fluttershy?” asked Big Mac.
“Oh, it’s just the effects of the foalmula. Don’t worry. This is only temporary. By morning she will be back to her … old self,” Fluttershy reassured him.
Big McIntosh however was not completely reassured even it was hard to tell from his face. For the rest of the evening, Fluttershy babied the two Apples to her delight and took a couple of pictures for her scrapbook. The next morning Applejack was still sound asleep when Fluttershy and Big Mac had awoken, so Fluttershy arranged with Big Mac to carry his sister back home while she slumbered. When the orange pony came to her senses, she was in her own bed and had no recollection of what happened the night before. Meanwhile, back in a house near the edge of the Everfree Forest, a certain yellow pony was cleaning up with a smile on her face.
* * *
Later that day Fluttershy walked into the Everfree Forest carrying with her a certain book. She didn’t stop until she reached the hut of a certain zebra who called this mysterious forest her home. Knocking on the door it wasn’t before long when the door opened and a familiar face popped out.
“Fluttershy, what a pleasant surprise,
That at my door you meet my eyes.
“I’ve come to return your book, Zecora,” said Fluttershy holding the recipe book forward.
“So I see and this is good news.
Did my book prove a lot of use?”
The zebra took the book and placed it to one side.
“Most definitely, Zecora.”
“And the potion you sought of Dorian’s Gold?
It helped the person who was feeling old?”
“Oh I would definitely say so!”
“To know I helped makes me happy.
Perhaps you’d like to stay for tea?”
Flutterhy nodded and accepted Zecora’s offer. The zebra poured the two of them a cup of oolong tea. Fluttershy did not tell the zebra what she used the Dorian’s Gold for, nor did she ever intend to. She figured that Zecora would not be nearly as receptive to Fluttershy’s fetishes, nor did she intend to make the zebra into one of her babies just yet.
For the next few days Fluttershy continued to make babies out of various members of the population of Ponyville, always deciding who to baby next through the use of her trusty bingo cage. It proved to be one activity that always brought her happiness and comfort. She was also careful to keep her activities low key. In time her scrap book became fuller and fuller until she had babied nearly everyone she knew.
Then one day she broke out her trusty bingo cage and turned the crank until it caught a ball. Reversing the handle, the mechanism released the ball into the catcher and Fluttershy pulled it out to read the number.
“I 21.”
Fluttershy pulled out her little booklet and examined the index to see whose number had come up. She squeaked with delight when she saw who it was.
“Rainbow Dash!”
The End