Author’s Note: This is not a direct sequel to the Pattycakes stories, but rather a gaiden or side story. Though for time reference or lack thereof, it takes place sometime after the first story. In addition, this is a Choose Your Own Adventure style of story. For those unfamiliar with the term, it means that this is not a story that is to be read linearly. Instead you start at the beginning and when prompted to you make a decision of what you want your character to do next, and proceed to the assigned segment. You keep making choices until you encounter an ending. It’s similar to the ending of Pattycakes 2, but on a much grander scale. Enjoy!
Choose Your Own Pattycakes
An Interactive Story
By Pegacorn Ondacob
Morning. Another day, another grind. Not that you mind that much. As you wake up from your bed you rub your hooves into your eyes and think about just how fortunate you are. You have been living in Ponyville for about a week now, having most recently moved from Manehatten at the recommendation from your friend Lyra who lives here. You head over the washroom, wash your face and look into the mirror. You may not be the most glamorous of mares, but for a unicorn you consider yourself pretty good looking. Levitating a nearby toothbrush you brush your teeth. You then levitate a brush to groom your shiny mane. After heading downstairs and partaking in a small breakfast, you exit the house you've been staying in and head outside.
The morning sun illuminates the beautiful town of Ponyville and already you can see various ponies walking about. Passing the outdoor market and waving to the friendly faces as you go by, you make it to the place of your employment, a small shop called “My Favorite Things.” It sells gift wrap, ribbons and bows, boxes, gift bags, stationary, cards as well as gifts for various occasions. It's a rewarding job as helping ponies as they prepare gifts to give to other ponies fills you with a certain sense of satisfaction. You clock in, situate yourself behind the counter and marvel at the sheer amount of ribbons in the shop.
Not long into the day the door opens, causing the bell atop it to jingle and your first customer enters. She is a yellow pegasus with a long flowing pink mane. She looks really sweet and has a disposition like a timid rabbit. She smiles and appears to be holding a box of some kind.
“Greetings! Welcome to My Favorite Things! Can I help you?” you ask the pegasus in your most friendly voice.
“Yes. I have a gift I need wrapped,” she says holding out the box.
You courteously take the box and place it on the counter.
“Would you like me to wrap the box itself or do you want me to put the gift in a gift bag?” you ask.
“Just wrap the box,” she answers.
“Very well then. Which wrapping would you like?” you say directing her attention to a wall with many different rolls of colorful gift-wrap on it.
“Ooh! The one with the teddy bears on it, please!” she says.
The wrapping with the teddy bears is very colorful and is perhaps the most juvenile of gift-wrap that the store offers, which considering your environment is saying a lot. Taking a sheet of it and cutting it, you skillfully you wrap the box until the box is completely covered. You seal off the edges with some carefully placed pieces of tape.
You then direct the yellow pegasus’ attention to the wall with rolls of all manners of ribbons and ask her which one she’d like. She points to the shiny pink one. You nod and get a sufficient amount and tie around the box, topping it off with a bow. With the work done you ask if she’d like a gift tag to go with it. She declines but thanks you for asking. Without having to state the price for your work, she hands you two bits, the exact price you would have asked. She then thanks you and begins to head out with the box. Before she exits you call out to her.
“Thank you for your patronage, Miss … oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t get your name.”
She turns to you and smiles.
“Fluttershy.”
You smile back at her and with that she leaves the shop.
* * *
The day goes on. Ponies come into My Favorite Things, some come to look at gifts, others come for gift wrapping, and others just to look around. Sometime around noon a familiar green unicorn comes into the shop and waves as she sees you. She approaches the counter and smiles.
“Hi there!” she says.
“Hello, Lyra,” you reply.
“How do you like it here in Ponyville?” she asks.
“I can’t complain. The ponies here are really nice and there’s a certain sense of satisfaction in helping ponies in giving gifts to each other.”
“Yes that’s true. But work is still work. Say, at what time do you get off for work?”
“Well, it’s Tuesday so … at four.”
The green unicorn considers this for a moment and responds.
“Okay then in that case let me treat you to dinner tonight!”
“I would love that!” you reply.
And so it happens that after you clock out, Lyra is waiting for you, She takes you to a nice restaurant that offers fruit and flower related dishes as well as light confectionaries. You order a delicious chrysanthemum salad while Lyra opts for baked potato and apple fries. You chatter on about life in Ponyville and talk about friends, Lyra asks you about how Manehatten compares to Ponyville and you ask her about traditions and customs of Ponyville. Somehow the conversation turns to Fluttershy who you admit meeting that day when she walked into My Favorite Things. You ask Lyra about her.
“Fluttershy?” says Lyra scratching her mane. “She’s really nice. She seems really good with animals as well. Bit of an oddball, though.”
“Why do you say that?” you ask.
“I … can’t quite put my hoof on it. Just seems a bit weird at times, what with the way she always seems to keep to herself. I could be wrong. She does seem like a very nice pony.”
“Yeah, I suppose so.”
After the meal you thank her once again. You two take your leave of each other and you go back to the house where you are staying and you spend the rest of the evening with a book. Halfway through your reading you encounter a part where the one of the characters is attending a party. It’s at this point that you realize that Lyra’s birthday is coming up in a few days.
For the next few days you plan out what sort of gift you wish to give your green unicorn friend. Using a bit of money you’ve made in your job you buy a nice gift and then wrap it up using materials from My Favorite Things. The day of Lyra’s birthday comes one fine sunny day in the middle of the work week. Lyra doesn't show up in My Favorite Things that day, so it gives you an opportunity to surprise her later on. As you work the last few hours of your shift you think about the two best ways to go about this. On one hoof you could take the gift directly to her house. On the other hoof, you know that she often loves to go market shopping at this time and could be in the marketplace instead.
Go to Lyra’s home bringing the gift. (Section I)
Go to the marketplace with the surprise Lyra there. (Section H)
Section A
You decide to go directly to Fluttershy’s house. By all indication if anyone knows where Lyra is, then it’s most likely Fluttershy. For all you know, perhaps Lyra is holding her birthday party there. So just in case this is true, you bring the present you bought Lyra with you. You realize that you’ve been holding this present for awhile, but awhile longer can’t hurt. Holding your head high, you trot on over to Fluttershy’s cottage which lies on the outskirts of Ponyville near the edge of the Everfree Forest.
When you reach the cottage, there is nothing to indicate that there’s a party going on, at least not from the outside. Approaching the front step, you knock on Fluttershy’s door. About a minute or so later Fluttershy opens the top half of the door and looks outside, surprised to see you.
“Oh, it’s you! How can I help you?” she says.
“Um, Fluttershy? This may sound a little weird but is Lyra here?”
Fluttershy appears to think this over a bit.
“She is, in fact! Are you here for her party?”
You seem delighted to hear the fact that you’ve found her.
“Um … I guess. I brought a present, after all. It’s just that … well … I knew her birthday was today but I didn’t receive any invitations to the party.”
“No invitations?! That’s terrible! I could have sworn she sent out invitations to everypony. Well you’re here now so please come inside!”
The yellow pegasus closes the top half of the door and a moment later opens the whole door and motions you inside. You step inside and she closes the door behind you. Looking around you see and hear nothing to indicate that there’s a party going on.
“So where is the party?” you ask.
“This way, please,” she replies.
Fluttershy leads you to a room near the back that has its doorway curiously barricaded with one of those wooden safety gates you often see in homes with young foals. Opening the gate, Fluttershy beckons you step inside. When you do step inside you see something you would have never expected. In the middle of the room is Lyra and she appears to be wearing a diaper and acting like a baby. She is joined by another pony who is also in a diaper and acting similarly. From the color of her coat and mane you guess she is Rainbow Dash, but you’ve never met her in person so you can’t be sure. You seem a little unsure about all this but you approach your friend Lyra, still holding her present.
“Uh, Lyra? Happy birthday! I brought you a present. I had no idea your party was here … are you alright?”
“I’m thwee years old today!” replies the green unicorn giggling and bouncing up and down.
“Nuh uh … you still a baby,” adds the blue pegasus.
You back away, unsure of what is going on and without realizing it bump into Fluttershy who is right behind you.
“Sorry,” says Fluttershy.
“What’s going on here? Lyra’s acting … like a baby.”
“Yes, I can see that,” says Fluttershy casually.
“Wow … just wow … I mean, I think understand why I got no invitation. This is just … something. I had no idea she was into this sort of stuff.”
“Yes, it wasn’t exactly something we wanted to make public. So I must ask you. What do you think of this?” asks Fluttershy.
“I think this is the most repulsive thing I’ve ever seen.” (Section C)
“It’s kind of cute. Weird, but cute.” (Section D)
Section B
You agree to go with Bonbon to Fluttershy’s house. It’s very late in the day, but you feel obligated to help out Bonbon out. By the time you reach the overgrown cottage of Fluttershy, the last hours of daylight have all but faded from Ponyville. The two of you approach the cottage but you are a bit unsure of yourself. Bonbon steps forward and knocks on Fluttershy’s half door. A short while later Fluttershy opens the top half of the door.
“Good evening,” says Fluttershy. “What brings you two here?”
“Fluttershy,” says Bonbon, “it’s Lyra’s birthday today.”
“It is? Oh well then tell her I said Happy Birthday then!” Fluttershy replies.
“That’s just it,” you say. “We don’t know where she is. Have you seen her?”
Fluttershy appears to be considering the question.
“No, I’m afraid I’ve not seen her today. I’m sorry.”
Bonbon looks really disappointed at this news and you can hardly blame her. Just then in the background you hear what sounds like an infant crying.
“Do you have company?” you ask.
“I’m foalsitting tonight,” Fluttershy replies.
“Wait a minute,” says Bonbon, “That crying! I recognize it!”
Bonbon takes both you and Fluttershy by surprise. She throws op the bottom half of the door, bursts into Fluttershy’s cottage, pushing Fluttershy back as she run. For the moment you’re not sure what to think.
“Oh no! Bonbon, wait!” says Fluttershy running after Bonbon.
You don’t waste any time. You run into the cottage following Fluttershy closely behind. Following Fluttershy and the sound of the crying you eventually find yourself in a room that has been decorated to look like a nursery of some kind. Bonbon is already here as is Lyra but the familiar green unicorn appears to be wearing a diaper. There is another similarly diapered blue pegasus pony asleep in a nearby crib. Lyra appears to be crying. Fluttershy runs over to her and tries to comfort her.
“Lyra?” says Bonbon. “It’s me! Don’t you recognize me?”
Lyra only cries.
“What’s going on here, Fluttershy? What’s wrong with her?”
“She’s cranky right now. She just got up after a nap and she needs her bottle,” replies Fluttershy.
Bonbon looks a little dumbfounded at this response at first.
“Yes, I can see that,” says Bonbon a little indignantly. “But why is she acting this way? This makes no sense at all!”
“She’s mentally regressed to a baby. I’m taking care of her,” explain Fluttershy.
Fluttershy takes out a bottle from a nearby mini fridge. She cradles Lyra as best as she can and holding the bottle places the amber nipple at Lyra’s lips. The green unicorn begins to suckle just as if she were an infant. Looking at this you can hardly believe that this is the same unicorn you knew as a friend before.
“Fluttershy … how did Lyra get this way?” you ask staring at Fluttershy firmly.
“Her number came up,” says Flutterhy. “Everyone gets a turn when their number is up. I didn’t know it was her birthday. I didn’t. I just wanted her to know the same peace and pleasure I get … that everyone gets when their time comes. I wanted her to feel what it’s like to be cared for … to be loved … once again. The effect isn’t permanent, I assure you.”
“So you did this to her?” says Bonbon.
“Please don’t be mad. I have needs and I assure you she’s been treated very well these past couple of days. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” says Fluttershy.
“Horsefeathers!” says Bonbon, “I’ve seen some pretty twisted stuff but this just takes the cake! This has to stop right now!”
Bonbon turns to you.
“You’re with me, aren’t you?” Bonbon says.
“Please. I never meant to hurt anyone,” Fluttershy says to you.
As you see Fluttershy and Bonbon confront each other, and turn to you, you consider what you should do next.
Side with Bonbon (Section O)
Side with Fluttershy (Section E)
Section C
“I think this is the most repulsive thing I’ve ever seen,” you say.
Fluttershy does not react to this statement. She seems completely unfazed by this.
“May I ask you why?” she says.
“Where do I start? It’s weird as hell, and it’s … gross! Is she actually using that thing?”
Fluttershy walks over to Lyra and gently feels her diaper.
“I believe she has,” she says matter-of-factly.
“Eww!”
“Look, I’m not asking you to condone this. Lyra’s number came up and that’s all there is to it. This is her time with me. In case you haven’t noticed, she is happy right now. This is my birthday gift to her. Once it’s over she goes back to living her life as a normal grown up pony, the Lyra you know of. Now you can either join the party or you can respectfully walk away and pretend this never happened. Tomorrow it will be like nothing happened to her. There’s no need to make a big scene about this. What do you say?”
“What if I choose a third option? What if I decide to make a scene? What if I tell everyone about your sick little game and get the authorities on you?”
You raise your voice at this point. Lyra begins to cry. Fluttershy runs over to Lyra and begins to comfort her.
“Now see what you’ve done! You’ve made Lyra cry! You leave me no choice.”
Fluttershy lets out a whistle. For a moment you stand unsure of what it means, and then all of a sudden something lands on your back. A cloth is placed around our head and over your nostrils, forcing you to breathe in the cloth. You smell something strange and soon you become light-headed, your head begins to spin and you black out.
Go to Section J
Section D
“It’s kind of cute. Weird, but cute,” you say.
Fluttershy nods and walks over to Lyra and Rainbow Dash. She beckons you to come over. You seem a little unsure of yourself but you grab the courage to walk over until you are standing next to the infantile Lyra. Lyra looks to you and smiles. Then you can hear a grumbling sound coming from Lyra’s tummy.
“Oh, it looks like she’s hungry,” says Fluttershy.
She walks over to a nearby mini-fridge and brings a baby bottle. She turns to you and holds the bottle out in front of her.
“Do you want to feed her?”
“Me? Er … I dunno.”
“It would please her.”
Against better judgment you take the baby bottle and approach Lyra. You hold the bottle to her lips. As if by instinct she wraps her lips around the amber nipple and begins to suckle. You don’t know why but this is surprisingly fun. At least Lyra appears to be enjoying it and if makes her happy, how can you not also be happy for doing it? You hold the bottle for her and she drinks it all up. Once the bottle is empty you hand it back to Fluttershy. Lyra looks a little uncomfortable after she is finished.
“Oh, could you be a doll and burp her?” asked Fluttershy.
You turn to Lyra. Scooting in close to her you put your arms around her and start patting her back. After doing this for a few second she indeed burps. The sound catches you a bit off guard but you smile in spite of yourself and pull away. Rainbow Dash seems delighted with the sound. You turn back to Fluttershy.
“I wanted to thank you for being so understanding about this. Most ponies wouldn’t be so open. They don’t understand the simple pleasures of being young again, and the joy it gives me to dispense this pleasure. I realize her sudden disappearance may have drawn some suspicion, especially since it was her birthday, but I honestly didn’t know. It was just another play date for me. Thank you for sharing it with her.”
Fluttershy gives you a pacifier. You seem a bit unsure of what to do with it at first and then you turn to Lyra. You place the pacifier in her mouth and she begins to suckle it. She becomes really relaxed and she lays on the floor, still suckling. You’re in a mix of emotions at this point. You turn to Fluttershy.
“So what now?” you ask.
“It depends. You’ve shown yourself to be a true friend to Lyra … and myself and Rainbow Dash. I know this is strange for a lot of ponies. So if you want to go home now, I’d understand. Lyra will be herself so to speak tomorrow. Or … if you want to, you can spend the night and I can give you my special treatment as a way of saying thank you. What will it be?”
“Thanks, but I think I’ll pass.” (Section M)
“I’ll take you up on that offer.” (Section G)
Section E
You side with Fluttershy. You see that even if what Fluttershy is doing is weird, it’s not inherently bad per se. She seems sweet enough. You don’t suspect that she was doing this out of any real malice. You also think that perhaps Bonbon is overreacting a bit. You do your best to explain to Bonbon that even though it was wrong for Fluttershy to leave her worried, that doesn’t give her the right to scold Fluttershy for what she’s done. Bonbon looks at you and remains silent for awhile and then turns to Fluttershy.
“I don’t agree with this,” says Bonbon. “I find it sick but … I guess you didn’t mean any harm. Still, I really wish you would have told me.”
“Would you have agreed to this if I had told you?” asks Fluttershy.
Bonbon thinks about this.
“Probably not. But then again, how did she get here and in this state? Did you kidnap her or coerce her in any way?”
“What? No! I would never force this on anypony unless in self defense. This encounter was completely consensual.”
“You mean she actually agreed to this?”
“Yes!”
Bonbon considers this for a moment, looking Fluttershy directly in the eyes.
“How come I never heard about this then? How come I only find out about this … thing until now?” asks Bonbon.
“Well … your number hasn’t come up yet,” replies Fluttershy.
Bonbon closes her eyes and lets out a sigh. After awhile she opens her eyes.
“Look, what you do with others in your home for your own sick pleasure is none of my business. But involving her makes it my business. You realize she means the world to me?”
Fluttershy nods.
“You could join her if you wish. Share this gift with her,” suggests Fluttershy.
Bonbon seems a bit disgusted with this idea at first.
“Oh well. If my Lyra agreed to this, I suppose I owe it to her to try it as well.”
Bonbon then sits down next to Lyra, embracing her. Even in her infantile state, Lyra appears to recognize Bonbon and returns the loving gesture. Fluttershy then turns to you.
“You want to join us too?”
You respectfully decline. You’ve had enough adventures for one day and doubt Fluttershy needs yet another foal to take care of. You say your goodbyes and leave the cottage, closing the door behind you.
For the next few days you don’t see much of Lyra or Bonbon. You them in the marketplace from time to time, but not for long since Bonbon always seems to be in a hurry. About a week later however Lyra shows up into My Favorite Things while you are working. She is carrying a small gift box on her back. She levitates it and puts it on the counter.
“I don’t need this wrapped,” she says. “This one is for you.”
“For me?”
“For you from me … and from Bonbon.”
“Thank you!”
“No, thank you for doing what you did last week. I know my Bonbon can be a bit defensive, especially when I’m in a vulnerable position. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t have gotten involved so thank you.”
You nod. Lyra smiles and leaves the shop, the jingling of the door bell following. You use your unicorn magic to open the box and look inside. Removing the contents you find it is a small teddy bear. Around the bear’s neck are two ribbons wrapped in a bow, one yellow and one green. You smile to yourself and hug the bear. Looks like today’s going to be a good day!
The End
Section F
Deciding there is not much you can do at the moment, you decide that the wisest course of action is to go home. Carrying the present with you, it is not long before you reach the steps of your home. You can’t help but feel like this whole journey was for naught. Your only hope is that wherever Lyra is, she’s having a good time. Opening the door, you set the present down and go crash on the nearest couch. At first you sit on your legs like a normal pony would. Then just for fun you decide to sit on your back, much like you’ve seen Lyra do. It’s a bit uncomfortable, but it makes you smile and then it makes you sigh. Getting up you get a book, sit down normally, and begin to read.
Sometime later on there’s a knock at your door. Getting up you answer the door, hoping it is Lyra. It’s not Lyra but instead a different pony, one with a pink and purple mane. You recognize her right away. Lyra has often spoken fondly of her. You can tell the two are very special to each other. She seems really distraught and you can tell just from her look that something is not right.
“Good afternoon, Bonbon,” you say.
“Afternoon … listen, have you seen Lyra today?” she says sounding desperate.
“Er … no. I’ve actually been looking for her today and have had no luck. It is her birthday today, am I right?”
“Yes, that’s right. And that’s what worries me. I’ve not seen her all day and no one that knows her has seen her either.”
“Was there a party planned for her at all?” you ask.
“No … I mean not to my knowledge. If there was a surprise party, I would have had to have known about it, right? Someone would have told me, right? After all, she is my … oh, I don’t know what to do!”
Bonbon seems really distraught right now. You seem unsure what to say that will comfort her. But it seems you don’t have to because she soon speaks again.
“Okay, we need to figure this out. When did you last see Lyra?” she asks.
“Well … a few days ago. She came into My Favorite Things and then we had dinner together. I haven’t seen her since then, but I’ve been really busy so I didn’t…”
“What did you talk about?” the earth pony says interrupting, “I’m sorry if this sounds nosey, but we need to find any and all possible leads.”
You try to think back to a few days ago when you spoke with the green unicorn. Thoughts of chrysanthemum salad flow into your mind as well as the name of one pony.
“We talked about life in Ponyville and we briefly mentioned Fluttershy.”
“What about Fluttershy?” she asks.
“Nothing except that she seemed like a bit of an oddball. It was nothing really too in depth.”
“Hmmm … well I suppose a weak lead is better than no lead at all. I realize it’s a little late, but I think we should ask Fluttershy if she’s seen Lyra. What do you think?”
Go right away with Bonbon to Fluttershy’s House (Section B)
Decide to wait until the next morning (Section K)
Section G
“I’ll take you up on that offer.”
Fluttershy seems very happy to hear that. Taking your hoof she leads you gently to the changing table and motions for you to lay down on it. You obey and prostrate yourself on the changing table. You don’t have to guess what she’s going to do. Sure enough she takes out a diaper and unfolds it. She places it on you and secures it in place. She then helps you off the table. But she doesn’t appear to be done with you yet.
Fluttershy goes to a nearby closet and pulls out an article of clothing. She presents it to you and it appears to be a romper, the kind with lace and ruffles. It’s obvious she wants to put it on you. You can’t help but smile in spite of yourself. You sit on your padded rear and hold your hooves up. Fluttershy puts the romper over your head and hooves and pulls it down. You are surprised at how well it fits. Fluttershy completes the look by sticking a pacifier in your mouth. You’re a little surprised at this, but after suckling for a bit you come to enjoy it.
Fluttershy motions in the direction of Lyra and Rainbow Dash. You timidly walk over and have a seat next to Lyra. She notices you and holds her hooves up to you. It takes you awhile at first but it becomes clear after awhile what she wants to play pattycake with you. You indulge her and you feel incredibly silly doing do, but there is something therapeutic about it. After about half an hour of playing with the two, Fluttershy calls to you.
“It’s time for your bottle. Come with me, please.”
You nod and walk over to Fluttershy. She is sitting on a blanket big enough for two ponies and has a baby bottle next to her. She motions you to lay down next to her and you do so with some hesitation. She takes out your pacifier and holds the baby bottle up to you, the amber nipple held against your lips. You wrap your lips around the nipple and suckle, drawing in the white liquid in the bottle. It’s a very pleasant taste so you have no problem suckling further.
As you drink more and more of the liquid, you begin to notice your cares slipping away. You feel so carefree and euphoric, so childlike. The suckling motion is soothing you like nothing you have ever experienced before. You hardly notice at all that you’re wetting and messing your diapers. All you know is that you have an adult taking care of you and the rest of the world seems so insignificant right now.
After you’re done with the bottle you find yourself barely able to talk. You want to go and play, exploring your surroundings. You find yourself unable to do this however since Fluttershy is pulling you to one side. You cannot understand why. She lays you on a changing mat and begins to change your diaper. You don’t fuss too much as she cleans you up and places a new one on you, sealing the tapes up and sending you on your way. You spend the rest of the evening playing with Lyra and Rainbow Dash. You haven’t known pleasure like this in a long time. Eventually you do get tired and Fluttershy leads you to a spare crib where she tucks you in. You fall asleep still suckling your pacifier.
The next morning you wake up in your own bed, a little unsure of what happened last night or how you got in your bed in the first place. You pull your sheets off and find you’re in a diaper … and it’s wet. Looks like it wasn’t a dream after all. You look at your night table and find a party favor bag as well as a brand new pacifier on top of an envelope. You take the envelope and open it pull out a letter. It reads: “The effects of the foalmula will have worn off by the time you wake up, but I diapered you just in case. Take this pacifier as a memento. If you ever want to play again, you know where I live. Once again, thanks. –F”
You smile to yourself and look inside the party favor bag. It contains a number of fun things in it as well. Getting up, you dispose of the diaper and sure enough you don’t appear to have suffered ill effects of the foalmula. You shower and make your way to work. On the way to work you spot Lyra walking in the opposite direction. She sees you and walks up to you.
“Hey, thank you, by the way,” she says.
“For what?” you ask.
“For coming to my party of course.”
She then trots off behind you, no doubt having some place to be. You smile and continue your way to work, confident that the rest of the day is going to go by really well.
The End
Section H
You decide to surprise Lyra at the marketplace. There are a quite a few ponies out today, but not nearly as many there are during the morning and midday. Looking among the crowd of ponies, you do not see Lyra anywhere. You stop by the stands that she frequents and ask around if they have seen her. No one claims to have seen her at all today. One of the elderly shop owners also seems to think you meant that you were looking to buy a lyre but regrettably did not know where to buy musical instruments.
Right now the gift is starting to become tiring on your back after having walked around the market for so long. You think that perhaps Lyra is home and didn’t come to market after all. Or it could be that she is somewhere else entirely. Sugarcube Corner is where a lot of ponies celebrate parties, but if that was the case, it would seem strange that you wouldn’t have gotten a notice about it. Or maybe you did but forgot about it?
Go to Lyra’s house to see if she is there. (Section I)
Go to Sugarcube Corner and look for Lyra there. (Section N)
Go home for now. (Section F)
Section I
You decide the most direct course of action is to take the gift directly to Lyra’s house. So you make your way through the streets of Ponyville carrying the gift on your back and soon happen upon her house. It is more or less on the outer part of town, not far from Sugarcube Corner. In your mind you can’t help but anticipate the joy that will be on Lyra’s face when you surprise her.
You walk up to her door and give it a few firm knocks. You wait for about thirty seconds but there is no response. You knock again and call out for Lyra, waiting a few more minutes but there is no response. You decide that obviously she is not home. A little disappointed you consider the possibility that maybe she did go out to market today. It’s also possible that maybe she is celebrating her birthday somewhere like Sugarcube Corner but that would be strange considering you never got an invitation.
Go to the marketplace and see if Lyra is there. (Section H)
Go to Sugarcube Corner and look for Lyra there. (Section N)
Go home for now. (Section F)
Section J
You sleep for what seems like awhile. When you wake up you feel very groggy. You try to move your hoof to your face only to find that you cannot. You open your eyes and find that you’re strapped by your arms and legs and torso to some sort of table. Upon waking more fully you find it’s a … changing table? You appear to be in some sort of nursery.
“Oh good, you’re awake. Let’s get started, shall we?”
You turn toward the direction of the voice. It’s Fluttershy. She looks at you like she’s up to something no good.
“What’s going on here?” you ask.
“You, my dear pony are about to become the newest and not to mention permanent addition to my family,” she replies matter-of-factly.
“Come again?”
Fluttershy pushes a rolling table toward you. On it are a series of medical instruments, a small bottle and a baby bottle. Once the table is in place she reaches under the changing table and pulls out an item and shows it to you. It is undoubtedly a diaper.
“Oh no you don’t! You’re not going to put that that on me!”
“I hardly think you’re in a position to argue,” she says.
She unfolds the diaper and proceeds to do her work. With your legs and torso strapped down, there’s little you can do to resist it. Before you know it, you have a diaper hugging your hips. It feels weird and unnatural. You try moving your hips as if this could somehow help to remove the diaper while your hooves are tied. It doesn’t.
“Okay so you have me in a diaper. What’s the point? Do you get off on this?” you say.
“You’ll see the point in a moment and yes. But first I’m going to have you drink a little something … um, if it’s okay with you.”
Fluttershy takes one of the bottles, You shut your lips tight.
“I figured you would resist. No big deal.”
Fluttershy opens the small bottle. From the table she takes a feather. It looks like one of her old ones. Taking the feather she begins to tickle your side. You try to hold it in but in a moment you can’t help but start laughing. At that moment the yellow pegasus takes the open bottle and pours the contents into your mouth. This happens in an instant. She lets the bottle fall to your side and holds your mouth closed trapping the liquid inside your mouth.
“Now swallow,” she says.
You’re in hardly a position to resist. So you swallow the substance. You’re a bit surprised by the basic taste of the substance. You wonder just what she force fed you.
“What did you just feed me?” you ask.
“You’ll see in a moment,” she replies.
You wonder what it could mean, but soon enough your stomach starts to grumble. You soon feel something building in it. You realize right away that she’s fed you a laxative and it seems to be doing its job well. You can feel your stomach churning. The need to relieve yourself grows stronger and stronger. You try to hold it back, but the need presses on you so much that you can’t hold it anymore. You empty your bowels in your diapers as a wave of shame washes all over you. You feel so dirty. You turn to your captor.
“Why? Why are you doing this, Fluttershy?”
“Because you have been a very naughty foal and foals need to be punished.”
You let out a “hmmph” of contempt. This doesn’t do you much good since you’re obviously at the mercy of the yellow pony. You soon realize that the only way out of this is to play along and be nice.
“Okay, Fluttershy. I’ve learned my lesson. Can I go?”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to clean you up first?”
You think about this for a second.
“Sure. Clean me up.”
“There’s one thing you need to do before that can happen.”
Fluttershy takes the baby bottle from rolling table and holds the nipple up to your mouth.
“This isn’t another laxative, is it?” you say.
“No it isn’t. I promise. Just drink up the bottle and then I will clean you up.”
“And then you will let me go?”
“If that is what you want.”
You let out a sigh and put your lips around the rubber nipple and start to suckle. You feel stupid doing this but you figure you will do anything to get out of this mess. You begin to draw the liquid of the bottle into your mouth and swallow. Surprisingly the liquid is sweet and pleasant to taste. So apart from the realization that you are drinking from a baby bottle, you have no issues fulfilling this request of Fluttershy (aside the fact that you’re obviously in captivity).
About halfway through the bottle you begin to notice that you’re suckling on the bottle much more easily, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Soon all your cares start to melt away. It becomes harder to think and you begin to forget the events of the past few days. You can’t even remember how you got here. Not that it matters anymore. Nothing is more important right now that suckling on this bottle. Soon enough you are finished with the bottle and you turn to the yellow pegasus. She pulls the bottle away and smiles at you. She seems so loving. She’s feeding you. She’s taking care of you. Why she must be your …
“Mama?” you say.
“Yes, baby.”
The yellow pegasus smiles and true to her word removes your diaper and cleans you up. She then puts a new diaper on you and removes your binds. She reaches out for you and instinctively you hug her and imprint her as your mother. The foalmula in the bottle was of a particularly strong batch and it seems like you will not come out of your infantile state anytime soon, especially since it seems your new mommy will be giving regular bottle feedings from now on in addition to taking care of you like the little baby you are. You are now a permanent member of Fluttershy’s family. Welcome to your new life.
The End
Section K
You explain to Bonbon that it’s getting late right now and that it would probably be wisest to wait until the next morning. Bonbon seems a little disappointed by this at first but then agrees that it would do no good to run around so late on a weak lead. She departs from you and closes the door behind her. Weary from that day’s events, you go back into your couch, sitting normally. The comfort of the couch makes you feel very relaxed and soon enough the sandman takes you to the land of nod.
You wake up the next morning feeling very relaxed. You do your normal morning routine, eat some breakfast, and then head to work. Nothing out of the ordinary happens but all throughout your workday you can’t help but think about Bonbon. You wonder if maybe you should have gone with her after all. Not that it can be helped now. Bonbon doesn’t come into the store during the day, so you decide to go see her after work. When the shop closes you go to her house but strangely enough she does not appear to be home.
You get a sinking sensation in your heart. First Lyra and now Bonbon. You know what you have to do. You have to go Fluttershy’s house. Swallowing a bit you hold up your head and make the journey towards the outskirts of Ponyville. Eventually you come upon the moss-covered cottage of Fluttershy. You knock on the door and the top half of the door swings open. Fluttershy is there looking over the door half surprised to see you.
“Oh it’s you! How can I help you?” she asks pleasantly.
“Hello, Fluttershy. Have you seen Lyra or Bonbon?”
The yellow pegasus seems to consider this question a bit.
“No, I haven’t seen either of them. I’m sorry.”
“Okay, well it’s just that Lyra disappeared yesterday and Bonbon appears to have disappeared today so I was concerned is all.”
“Sorry I can’t help you,” says Fluttershy.
You nod and the yellow pegasus closes the top half of the door. Having no clue what else to do, you turn around and begin to walk away. Having no direction, you head back home. You make it home feeling a bit defeated. You find it hard to go to sleep that night but you eventually do.
The next morning you wake up tired. Once again you go to work. You don’t see Lyra or Bonbon come into the shop that day, but on the way home you make a stop by the open market. There before your eyes you see something that surprises you. It’s Lyra and Bonbon and they appear to be shopping for produce! You run up to them and ask they were they have both been. They stare at you blankly as if you’ve gone crazy. You try to insist that they’ve been missing, that Lyra missed her birthday and that Bonbon was desperate looking for her. The two ponies look at eachother and look to you. Lyra ultimately concludes that the stress of your new job is getting to you and invites you to have dinner with them that night. Reluctantly, you agree. For as long as you stay in Ponyville, neither Bonbon nor Lyra mentions the incident and soon it slips out of your mind for good. Maybe you imagined it all along.
The End
Section L
You decide to seek the local authorities on this matter. Equestria being a monarchy, authorities come in the form of the Celestia’s royal guards. Most royal guards are assigned to duty back in Canterlot, but a handful of guards are stationed at a post in Ponyville to maintain order in the town on the Princess’ behalf. It is to this post that you go. The post itself is a small building and not really impressive on its own. Going inside you approach the front desk. A royal guard looks at you over from behind the desk carefully.
“Can I help you, citizen?” he says.
“Yes, I’d like to report a missing pony,” you say.
The guard takes out a sheet of paper, grabs a pencil with his mouth and begins to write.
“What is the pony’s name and how long has he or she been missing?”
“Well the pony’s name is Lyra and she’s been missing since … this morning. It’s her birthday today and I’ve not been able to find her and no one I’ve talked to seems to know where she is either.”
“When did you see her last?” asks the guard holding the pencil in his mouth as he writes.
“A few days ago. I remember speaking with her over dinner. I wasn’t sure if she’s at some surprise party I don’t know about. I would have been first to know, right?”
Another guard approaches and whispers something into the ear of the guard at the desk. He nods and then gets up.
“Ma’am, I’m going to need to ask you to step into my office for my bit. Just a formality. You understand, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
You follow the guard into his office although you aren’t sure why he wants you to. The office looks like nothing out of the ordinary. Then without warning a cloth is placed around our head and over your nostrils, forcing you to breathe in the cloth. You smell something strange and soon you become light-headed, the room begins to spin and you black out.
Go to Section J
Section M
“Thanks, but I think I’ll pass.”
Fluttershy nods understandably. She knows full well not everypony is willing to indulge her in such an activity. She appears grateful at least for what you’ve done or put up with up to this point. You tell her you ought to be going now.
“I understand,” she says. “Oh, before you go …”
Fluttershy goes over to a nearby table with a few colorful paper bags. She takes grabs one with her teeth and brings it to you, presenting it to you.
“What’s this?” you ask as you levitate it out of Fluttershy’s grasp.
“It’s a party favor bag, silly. I didn’t plan for many guests to arrive, but I put together a couple just in case.”
“Oh! Well thank you!”
You graciously accept the bag and put it on your back. Fluttershy smile at you and you smile back. You turn to leave and hear “thank you for coming” as head toward the door. You turn for a moment and wave back and then head out of the door, waving behind you.
It doesn’t take you long to get home. When you do you set down the bag and open to see what’s inside. The contents of the bag are as follows: one red gala apple, two mane clips, one pair of novelty sunglasses, a bottle of bubble solution with wand, a small bag of assorted candy, a rubber ball and a pacifier. You must a bit at the last item. You sincerely doubt you will actually use it, but the rest of the bag is pleasant enough.
The next day, while in the marketplace you find Lyra shopping for romaine lettuce. She appears to be her old self again. You approach her and wave in a friendly way at her. She sees you and approaches you and out of the blue gives you a lick on the cheek. You smile, blushing a bit.
“What was that for?” you ask.
“To thank you,” she replies.
“Thank me for what?”
Lyra says nothing but gives you a wink. It’s clear she isn’t going to say it out loud in public, but you can tell she is happy for what you did last night. The rest of the day goes really smoothly and you go home feeling like you’ve done some good.
The End
Section N
You arrive at Sugarcube Corner carrying your gift. You conjecture that if there’s a party going on somewhere, it’s most likely to be here. You walk inside expecting a party to be going on, but it seems like just another day here at Ponyville’s best known bakery and catering service. Pinkie Pie is here manning the front counter behind which there are a whole bunch of confectionary goods for sale behind it, but there appears to be no party going on. Pinkie Pie looks happy to see you and waves at you.
“Hi, there! Welcome to Sugarcube Corner!” she says cheerfully.
“Hello, Pinkie,” you say.
“Hiyas! Can I get you a treat? Is that a present on your back? Are you going to a party? I love parties! Maybe you need a cake?”
“Actually, Pinkie, I’m looking for Lyra. Have you seen her?”
“Hmmm … can’t say that I have today. Why, was she supposed to come here today?”
“I’m not sure, actually. It’s just that it’s her birthday today and I’ve been trying to surprise her all day but she’s nowhere to be found. Then the thought occurred that maybe she was holding a party here today.”
The pink pony nods thoughtfully.
“No way! It’s her birthday today? Well if I were her I would totally have a party here at Sugarcube Corner! Unless if it were like the time I threw a surprise party for Twilight Sparkle in her library home back when she first came to Ponyville, or the time where we threw a party for Rarity in Canterlot. But no, I didn’t know of any party going on for her. That must mean she’s either holding a private party or that someone is holding one for her. Come to think of it, Fluttershy came in today to buy a cake saying she was holding a private party. At least that’s what I think she said. Who knows?”
You consider this information for a bit. Lyra when you last spoke to her seemed a bit warry of Fluttershy. Maybe the fact that Fluttershy was here earlier buying a cake could have been pure coincidence. Maybe it wasn’t. At best maybe Lyra was putting aside her reservations and allowing Fluttershy to hold a private party for her, but this wouldn’t make too much sense. You knew Lyra would have invited you to some party if she was going to have one, especially on her birthday.
“Well thanks anyway, Pinkie,” you say. “You’ve been pretty helpful.”
“Listen. If you see Lyra, can you say I was looking for her?” you say.
“Okie doki loki!” Pinkie Pie replies. “Oh and I’m really sorry you can’t find Lyra right now. I wish there was something I could do. Oh I know!”
The pink pony grabs a confectionary item from behind the counter and hands it to you.
“A cupcake?” you ask.
“On the house! Cupcakes always make everything better!” she replies.
Smiling you take the cupcake and partake of it. It is quite delicious.
“Thank you, Pinkie Pie,” you say and with that you head out the door.
This whole thing is beginning to sound very suspicious to you. You don’t hear at all from Lyra on her birthday despite the two of you being good friends. You don’t find her at all during your search and you catch wind that Fluttershy may have been holding a private party for someone. Could that someone be Lyra? Maybe Fluttershy is holding a party for Lyra. If that’s true then it can’t be that bad. Or maybe it is that bad. Maybe you should consider contacting the authorities about this matter?
Go directly to Fluttershy’s house to look for Lyra. (Section A)
Seek the local authorities to report this matter. (Section L)
Section O
You side with Bonbon. You decide that whatever needs Fluttershy claims she has, they cannot fall between Lyra and Bonbon. Bonbon goes after Lyra while you jump on Fluttershy and restrain her. Fluttershy understandably is upset and tries to resist against your restraint but it’s clear soon enough that you’re stronger than her, so you are able to hold her back. Bonbon holds Lyra against her, but Lyra still appears in her infantile state.
“What exactly did you do to her?” Bonbon demands.
“I … just fed her foalmula like all the others. She will recover in time. Please … let me go.”
“Foalmula?” asks Bonbon who holds up the baby bottle. “You mean this baby bottle? This is what turned my Lyra into this … sniveling child?”
“Yes, and please … just let me take care of her. She needs me!”
“She needs YOU?!!” Bonbon says.
Bonbon steps away from Lyra for a moment, takes the baby bottle and approaches Fluttershy who is still help in place by you.
“You need help!” says Bonbon. “Or … possibly a taste of your own medicine.”
“What?! You wouldn’t!” exclaims Fluttershy.
“Hold her still for me,” says Bonbon to you.
You nod and hold Fluttershy tightly. Bonbon removes the cap from the baby bottle, forces Fluttershy’s mouth open and force feeds Fluttershy the contents. She then tosses the bottle to one side and holds Fluttershy’s mouth closed. Reluctantly she swallows. After about a minute of holding Fluttershy back you can feel her ease up on the struggle. She soon begins to cry. It’s at this point that you release your grip on Fluttershy. Standing up, you look over the yellow pegasus and see that she’s bawling like a baby. She can’t even talk in this state. Bonbon walks over to Lyra, puts a nearby blanket over her and puts the green unicorn on her back.
“Let’s go. We’re finished here,” says Bonbon to you.
You nod and follow Bonbon out. You turn your head for a moment to look back at Fluttershy who is still crying out like a baby in need. You let out a sigh and follow the pony carrying the other pony out of the cottage. You close the door behind you.
The next day Lyra wakes up normal as if nothing happened. Bonbon made certain to clean her up and dispose of the evidence, so Lyra appears to be none the wiser. You don’t see Fluttershy much for the next few days. She doesn’t come into My Favorite Things and you don’t see her in the marketplace. Then about a week later you see her in the open market. She is purchasing a bottle of milk from a traveling milkmare. You wave at her from afar. She turns in your direction as she puts the milk bottle in her saddlebags. She looks at you and soon realizes who you are. She begins to tear up and runs away crying. You don’t see Fluttershy ever again for the time you remain in Ponyville.
The End
Section P
You have confronted Fluttershy. You know of her devious plan and you demand an explanation. She seems rather smug despite the fact that it seems you have the upper hoof.
“Alright, I’ll tell you,” she says. “You seem like a very bright pony so you deserve to know. You see the truth of the matter is that really I am an alien.”
“Wait what?”
“It’s true,” Fluttershy continues. “I am the last surviving member of an alien race sent to Equestria. How else would you explain my access to foalmula and the fact that I am able to indulge in this fetish of mine so often?”
“Ummm … you modified an alchemy recipe that you learned from Zecora and you’re extremely careful?”
“No way. That’s not believable at all. The reader has to have an explanation as to why I have access to foalmula and am able to do the things I do. And that is because I am an alien. That is the only logic the reader will beLIEve.”
“So do you have a spaceship as well?” you ask.
“Of course I do! How else do you think I managed to turn Rainbow Dash into my permanent baby?”
“I thought you lured her into your house.”
“Retroactive continuity, my little pony! But that’s not even the biggest plot twist!”
You groan a little bit.
“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s the big plot twist?”
“The truth of the matter is that you too are an alien!”
“What? I’m not an alien! And even if I were you already told me that you are the last surviving member of an alien race!”
“Ah but that’s the plot twist!” says Fluttershy. “You see you too are the last surviving member of an alien race … a completely different alien race who happens to be at war with mine!”
“Well at least this can’t possibly get any more ridiculous,” you say.
“And it turns out the Fire Nation is attacking Equestria and you are also the Avatar.”
At this point in time you hear a loud explosion going on outside Fluttershy’s cottage and the sounds of Linkin Park can be heard outside. They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had led to this point. You release your hoof from the trigger. It was over. If anyone was able to gage your power level up to this point, it would be well over nine thousand. Bang.
Go to the beginning of the story.
