It Begins
“No Spike, we don’t need anything done today. You can have the day off, oh, but we’re all too busy to do anything with you. Pfft, what a joke…” the drake muttered to himself while he lazily strolled the seemingly endless castle hallways. He paid little attention to where he was going and began to wonder just how big the castle was. Of course it was entirely possible he was traveling in circles, though, it didn’t seem like it. Hallways grew darker and darker, only barely being lit by lanterns that never seemed to go out, no windows existed in the furthest parts of the structure.
“They wouldn’t even notice if I disappeared,” he said bitterly. He thought back to all the adventures and things Twilight and her friends had been on, then he compared them to how many times he had actually been invited. There wasn’t a lot. While it filled him with a tad bit of loneliness, he understood why. He was a child, they were adults. It was simple logic, it wasn’t as if their younger sisters got to go too. Still… “I’m so bored!” He lacked stimulation and had known for some time, it was a horrid feeling.
He walked by an open doorway, large enough to fit well over ten full grown ponies. This one was different, instead of leading into a fully dark room with nothing in it. This doorway lead to a mostly dark room with something in it. Something very small that very much did not belong. He stood there, open mouthed as his brain shut down, trying to come up with an explanation. There, seated on the ground, surrounded by a tad bit of light, was a foals rattle. It was purple in color and had a star embroidered on the top, not unlike Twilight’s cutie mark. A six pointed star, and a long handle.
“What the…?” He walked up to the thing, but didn’t dare touch it. He looked behind him to make sure he was truly alone. After all it could easily be one of Pinkie Pie’s or Rainbow Dash’s pranks, but it didn’t seem that way. What would be the joke anyway? “Heh, we caught you holdin’ a rattle, Spike. Baby!” He giggled a bit and sighed. “Still, where’d this thing come from?”
It didn’t belong in a castle, no foals lived there. That wasn’t the eerie thing, it was the fact that each room before the last was always empty. So, why was this one not? Spike scratched his head, but quickly jerked it back when he heard a voice. Or, he could have sworn he heard one, laughing.
“Who’s there?!” He yelled out, his voice echoed through the hallways, but he got no response in return. “I’m warning you-- woah!” He had turned around quickly in order to get into a defensive stance. While he knew he couldn’t do much physically, he at least had dragon fire on his side. Well, when it had decided to work, it wasn’t always reliable. However, upon turning around his foot had stepped onto the mysterious rattle, which in turn caused him to topple over after attempting to balance on it. The rattle had smacked right into his face, or in actuality he had ended up smacking his face into it. Whatever the case, he had felt a sudden shock come from it. Was that magic? he asked inwardly, feeling dazed on the ground.
For a few moments he laid there, trying to catch his breath. His face hurt, but for some unexplained reason he felt a bit better. He was no longer fearful of the unknown, or the laughing voice. No. For now, his whole world revolved around the rattle. He stood up, but never took his eyes off of it. It’s mine. he thought in a giddy manner. He smiled as wide as he could and went to reach for it, but something stopped him. He shook his head a few times and even went so far as to smack his own face. “Snap out of it, dude. It’s a foals rattle! A stupid foals rattle. And that’s all,” he stated firmly.
He then smirked and kicked the thing half way across the room. He heard the tiny bits and bobs inside rattle out loud, which caused him to freeze again. “Just a… rattle…” His smirk faded and he trailed off. He began to breath in and out, just imagining himself playing with it, shaking it. For some reason it enticed him more than anything. More than a gemstone cake or hanging out with Rarity. “My rattle… it’s mine.” In the back of his mind he could have sworn he heard laughter again, but he paid it no mind. He had a rattle to play with.
He shakingly walked up to it and then instantly swiped the thing into his waiting claws. With each metal bead inside that shook, he felt a calm and warm feeling from with inside. The more he shook it, and he shook it good, the happier he felt. A pleasant buzzing feeling began to form as his brain fogged over. My rattle! My rattle! My rattle!!! He wanted to scream it, but he felt so dizzy and giddy that it didn’t seem right. He simply existed in the moment, allowed the rattle to take him away.
“Oh Spike? Where are you?!” Spike heard a familiar voice call out.
For a moment he snapped completely out of his daze. For a single solitary moment he knew what he had been doing and knew it was wrong. When the moment passed, he wasn’t so sure it was wrong. He stopped shaking the rattle and sighed. She might think it’s wrong… He gently placed the rattle back on the ground and leaned down to whisper to it, as if it were alive. “I promise I’ll be back later.”
“Spike?!”
“Coming, Twilight!”
Only a day later and Spike had forgotten about his boredom, but certainly not the rattle. His rattle. All throughout the day he had been given various chores and while he would ordinarily not mind, it was starting to get to him. He would occasionally find himself shaking out of anxiety, just pondering what had become of the foals toy. What if it’s gone?! he thought fearfully. He twisted around on his step ladder and looked to the red wood door that lead to the halls. A longing feeling creeped into his consciousness, stronger than it had ever been. He worryingly looked back at the shelves of books he was meant to dust and sort, then back to the door. I have to check on it… my rattle.
He hopped down from the stool and left his duster right next to it. Without even looking if the coast was clear, that Twilight was not around, he bolted for the door. All the while he was running through the halls, it never even crossed his mind to worry for his well being. The young drake simply wanted his rattle, that’s all that mattered to him. Not his dignity or sanity, but desire. By the time he reached the familiar looking doorway, he was exhausted. However, there it was, his rattle. Laying exactly where he had left it.
He caught his breath and ran up to it, his pudgy legs making him waddle just a bit. “F-finally!” He cracked a large smile and shaking, he picked it up. The first rattle of his day made his heart flutter. His eyes drooped down, and he appeared in his giddy daze again. He began to shake it more and more, each one making his brain feel more and more foggy than before. He had a droopy smile and eventually he took a seat on the cold stone floor. With each shake he felt warmer and warmer, more relaxed and as if the world was fading away. This is great… he thought hazily. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he entered, but a few more shakes of his new favorite toy and it didn’t matter to him.
Through his daze he felt a few thoughts bubble up. Twilight should try this, it’s fun! Then a pang of jealously spiked up when he imagined the unicorn mare using his toy. She’ll get her own. He went to stand up, when out of the blue his feet felt wobbly. He tried to walk in place, but he continued to wobble, nearly hitting the side of the wall with his body. After a few tries, he eventually fell onto his claws and knees. His rattle rolling over and stopping on the wall. This feels… good. He started to walk on his claws and knees, and some how it felt more natural. He waddled less and felt far less dizzy. “But, my rattle,” he slurred. He stared at the thing for a few moments, simply remaining perfectly still on his knees. Then a quick idea formed. Without thinking, he promptly stuck his mouth over the handle of the toy and snatched it up. He could now rattle his rattle while walking away to greet Twilight! It was perfect!
“Heh, I’m a pony.” He giggles at his joke and continued to ‘walk’ in place. Every so often the toy would make more noise, making him feel he was doing the right thing. He didn’t feel anything about the current situation was strange at all. Each time he giggled, he heard a stronger one echo in the back of his mind. It felt right. Eventually he reached the doorway that he had left open and walked back into the main library.
He looked around and immediately spotted Twilight inspecting the books that he was meant to clean.
“Spike? Where are you?”
“Over here… Tw-Twilight,” He slurred again, walking up to her on all fours. A small line of drool escaped his lips as he spoke.
Twilight turned around, startled and inspected him. “Uh, what are you doing, Spike?”
He couldn’t think of any response, so he shook his head a bit and smiled. “Rattle,” he simply spoke.
Twilight squinted her eyes on him. “Spike, you’re scaring me. Your… your eyes.” She inspected them and found that his pupils had widened significantly. “Spike, have you been using hallucinogens?!” Her voice raised just a few more octaves than she would have liked, but all signs pointed to her young friend doing something very bad.
Spike tilted his head, like a dog looking confused. “Twilight…. you gotta try this.” He tried to tell her about the rattle, but he lacked the ability to do so. He barely understood, in his current dazed state, where he was.
Twilight had her answer, or so she assumed. She glared at him and used a bit of magic to remove the toy from his hand. Where did he even get this? She shook her head and set the thing aside. “Spike, you’re coming with me--”
Spike’s adrenaline shot up the instant the rattle was out of his grasp. Suddenly he was aware of what was going on and he didn’t like it. He growled at her and screamed out, interrupting her. “Give that back, now!”
Twilight was taken aback by his sudden change in attitude, she stepped back fearfully. Must contain his… well, whatever they are. She made a mental note to not let him have the rattle back. She gathered up quite a bit more magic and levitated him up into the air. “Spike, what did you take?”
“I said, give it back!” He tried to scratch at her, but the thick fog of magic would barely let him move.
Twilight sighed. When this is over, him and I are going to have a very long chat. She was shocked to learn her young friend, practically a brother, was doing such things. But he had to be dealt with. She started to walk away toward her new lab, with him in tow. The two passed by a few very well lit halls of purple crystal. “We have to find out what you took, Spike. Don’t want to tell me? Fine!”
The two entered into her lab. Already on various tables were dozens of experiments going. From potion bottles of various sizes and colors. To a few machine, mapping out only she knew what. Each machine printed out paper that would gather on the ground. On a nearby chalk board were dozens upon dozens of formulas and drawings that had been neatly written out. The chalkboard was actually several stitched together. This was her lab, her sanctuary. She walked the drake over to a nearby test bench and easily strapped him in. His arms were strapped him at any rate, he had already began to kick his feet wildly.
“Glad I invested in this. It was useful, like back in my old lab. I had to use one on Pinkie Pie, remember?” she asked, hoping to get any response out of him.
“Let me go!” he roared at her.
She sighed. “Well, I also have a similar device that I used on her.” She then levitated out a helmet that had various wires all over it. THe thing connected to a nearby machine that also could print out paper. “This should help us find out what you did.”
Spike ignored her, the more he was away from his rattle, the more erratic he became. The more frustrated. I have to get it back!
From within his mind, he heard the laughter again, only this time he heard something that wasn’t. Have her play. Spike froze when he heard it, but the over need to get his rattle made him forget again. Over and over he continued to pull at the straps to no avail. Have her play. Have her play.Have her play. The voice repeated, with his succession Spike began to sweat even more. At one point he pulled so hard he felt a muscle in his body almost burst. Finally, he couldn’t take it. In a last ditch effort, he focused on his fire and then promptly blew onto his restrains. They broke and disintegrated in an instant.
“Alright, I think we’re ready!” She turned around, only to stare back in shock. Spike was gone and his restraints were too.
Spike ran back out of the lab as fast as his legs and arms would carry him. Still dizzy from before, he felt walking on all fours was just quicker. However, there was one small change. Instead of practically needing his rattle, the voices in his head were driving him to do something else. Practically near the point of madness, Spike simply had to have Twilight play with his rattle. It was the right thing to do. Again, like before, nothing else mattered. Only Twilight receiving the rattle, like a gift.
He grabbed it in his mouth and darted back to the lab. Not bothering to look where he was going, he ran straight into an angry Twilight. The rattle hit her square in the head, as it was sticking out of his mouth. There was a rather loud zap, followed by Twilight hitting the floor.
“What did you… do…?” In an instant her anger vanished to confusion. All of a sudden the proud mare with the title of princess felt confused. She felt dizzy. She began to breath in an out wildly, attempting to ease her anxiety. Her eyes darted all around, until she found Spike, seated next to the rattle. Rattle… Hesitantly, she smiled and picked it up with her magic. However, before she could even shake it, she heard voices of her own.
Let him play. She looked down at Spike, who looked up with pleading eyes. She nodded, not bothering to care that his pupils had practically tripled in size. She hoofed him the rattle and watched him play with it. The voices stopped. She continued to stare at him and admire him. He was having fun with his rattle, it made her feel good.
She spoke, though she trembled in excitement. Dozens upon dozens of thoughts flooded her mind. Each one more strange than the last. She soaked them in, but didn’t mind them one bit. “Sp-Spike, do you, uh, like that?” She asked.
He looked up and nodded. “Yes! It’s gr- good!”
Twilight felt a warm tingling sensation creep into her consciousness and nodded. He felt good, which made her feel fantastic! Why had she been so upset with him before? She shook her head and then knelt down to hug Spike. “I’m so glad.”
The voices returned to her mind, she listened. Others. Others must feel good. She nodded, that seemed sensible. Why shouldn’t other ponies feel good? “Spike, why don’t we invite our friends over? They can see your rattle.”
“Yeah! That’s a good idea! Let’s go!” He went to stand up, but fell flat on his butt. “Ow…”
“Aww, don’t worry, Spikey. Uh, Spike,” she paused and corrected herself,”why don’t you ride on my back?”
Spike nodded, and took a few tries to climb on. For some reason it seemed far more difficult, but he shrugged it off once he was on.
Others must feel good.
Unlike Spike Twilight was able to easily navigate town without bumping into others. The voices continued to drive her, to plan for her. It was like putting her brain on autopilot. They held all the answers and the more she listened, the more it seemed like they were her own thoughts.She had to find her friends, they just had to see Spike’s new toy. For some reason it felt important; she didn’t even bother to shut down her experiments. Lab experiments didn’t make ponies feel good after all, as far as she knew.
The longer it took the two to reach their first destination the more irritated Twilight felt. The voices were relentless, which turned to anxiety. Eventually, though, they reached Fluttershy’s cottage. Tucked away on the other side of town, away from noisy ponies or any distractions. It was the perfect place for the pegasus mare to care for her animal friends. They eventually found their friend, busy feeding her birds out front. The mare was humming and singing to them, while flying all over. Making sure that each and every bird got a treat.
“Fluttershy!” Twilight called out. Instantly the mares beating of her wings stopped, only to start up again when she was finished being startled. Twilight walked up to her and waited for the mare to speak.
“Oh, um, hi Twilight. I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m a little busy. Do you mean coming back later, maybe? If that’s alright…”
Twilight nodded. “Sure, but first, how do you like Spike’s new rattle?” She asked in a excited manner.
Fluttershy tilted her head and saw that indeed Spike was shaking a rattle. The drake seemed appeared to be solely focused on doing so. Fluttershy looked down and shook her head. “Twilight, I don’t think Spike should be playing with foal toys. He’s not really a foal, even if we joke about it. It could damage his development, why one time I had this otter who--”
Twilight couldn’t believe what she was hearing! Fluttershy didn’t want Spike to feel good! She had to stop this. She turned around and interrupted her friend by speaking over her. “Spike! Use it on her, now!”
Spike could only shake his rattle more and look at her in confusion. “Rattle…” He muttered.
Twilight face hoofed and quickly summoned a bit of magic. She then levitated the drake high into the air and over to Fluttershy, who was standing there awkwardly with a raised brow. “Um, sorry about this, Fluttershy.”
“Oh, it’s alright I-- eep!” Twilight then quickly moved the drake into her, slamming the toy into the mare's head. She had done her duty, her friend would feel good. Fluttershy stumbled over, causing her birds to fly away.
The pegasus mare stood up, shakingly. She looked around and in an instant her eyes shot to Spike’s rattle. It looked beautiful, why would she ever wish to take it away from him?! I’m a horrible friend! Horrible! Instantly she began crying shamefully, she was supposed to be the element of kindness. How could such a horrible pony try and take a foals toy away?
Twilight hesitated, and put Spike back on her back. She felt bad. She wrapped her hooves around Fluttershy into a hug to try and calm her down. “What’s wrong?”
“I- I-” She paused and sniffed a bit. “I’m a bad pony.” She then began to openly cry while Twilight tried her best to shush her.
“No, no you’re not. You just don’t know any better,” Twilight said confidently, all stemming from the constant voices. Her voices. “Just like a foal, you just need to be taught right. That’s all,” She said softly. “No more crying, okay?”
The second Twilight said foal, Fluttershy’s head buzzed pleasantly. For some odd reason the word felt right. Was she a foal? Certainly she often cried like a foal. Though, she never really thought she was one. Foals didn’t live on their own or take care of animals. But Twilight seems so sure, and she feels so nice… just petting me. “I am?”
Twilight began to gently brush her hoof through her mane. Twilight herself felt so right in that moment, like she was meant to care for the very big foal. Of course she still had jobs to do, other friends to see. Twilight figured she better hurry up. “Of course, Fluttershy. You always have been just a foal. Do you feel better?”
Fluttershy slowly nodded, because she actually did, for about a minute. Twilight had started to wave as she walked away. For some odd reason, Fluttershy panicked and ran up to her. Then promptly tackled her and began to beg. “Oh, please don’t leave, Twilight! Please!”
Twilight attempted to shake her free, but Fluttershy wouldn’t budge. What do I do?! Instantly her eyes snapped back to Spike’s rattle. He seems so content with it, but I can’t just give it to her… think, Twilight! Think! The voices continued to drive her, she had to make her friends happy! There was no other way. Fluttershy continued to beg and plead, causing the buzzing in Twilight’s head to make a full back flip. Instead of being a pleasant tingle, it had become a full fledged nightmare. She had felt pain before and then there was this.
“Enough!” She yelled, then instantly began to cast a spell she was never meant to use. I’m sorry, Princess. I must keep my friend happy! She began to imagine what her teacher would think of her if she ever saw her use it again. It was only taught once to help further her education; but it was a banned spell. She watched Fluttershy’s tears fall and felt the intense pain gnaw at her instead. There was no other way. She looked down solemnly and finished the spell, encasing Fluttershy’s head fully in her mist.
“Fluttershy, listen to me. Right now,” Twilight commanded. Almost immediately Fluttershy let go of Twilight and stared up at her. One glance at the mare’s eyes would suggest she looked vacant. “In a moment I’m going to cast another spell on you. It will wake you up and make you conscious again. You will be highly suggestible, you will not panic either. Understood?”
Fluttershy nodded extremely slowly, soaking in the new information. “Will wake up, not panic.”
“Good…” Twilight knew while it was silly to cast a relaxant spell on the mare before a suggestibility one, she still felt it was necessary. She didn’t want Fluttershy waking up and running off from the shock. Let’s hope I remember how to cast this. She took a deep breath and concentrated on Fluttershy’s mind. She not only had to wake her up again from her relaxation daze, but she had to cast another spell. One that would remove her ability to deny others. In essence, one that would remove her will, but keep her thinking and conscious like any other day. It wasn’t just banned because it was dangerous and you could make ponies do practically anything. No. It was banned because it could cause permanent damage to ones mind if not cast properly. Or if left unchecked. Not that Twilight really cared in her voice induced daze. What mattered was Fluttershy’s happiness, not her freedom. Twilight essentially thought.
She finished the spell, and Fluttershy stood up. The mare blinked a few times, but seemed mostly okay. “Fluttershy? How are you?”
“Okay, I think. I feel weird…”
“Fluttershy,” Twilight commanded, causing the mare to drop her thoughts and look up. “Are you still Fluttershy?”
The mare tilted her head to the side. “Why wouldn’t I be? Are you feeling alright, Twilight?”
Twilight smiled and nodded. Least she’s not begging anymore. “Yes, yes I am. I have to go help our friends. Would you like to help as well?”
“Oh, of course! Who are we helping?”
Twilight frowned. “All of our friends, you know…”
Fluttershy nodded. “So Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, and Rainbow Dash?” She asked, Twilight nodded with her eyes closed. Proud that her foal friend figured it out. “Well, there’s Spike. Oh and how about The Cutie Mark Crusaders? Are they are our friends? Do they count?”
Twilight opened her eyes in shock, but nodded. They were certainly her friends. With each one listed off, the voices grew stronger and more relentless. She had to help them too!
“Oh, and what about Miss Cheerilee? Is she our friend?” Fluttershy spoke as softly and kindly as ever. Little did she know that with each friend she listed off, it was simply making more work for Twilight. With each pony listed off, it caused her pain to soar even higher. Eventually Twilight’s eye began twitching.
“Of course there’s--” Twilight stuck her hoof in her mouth, and began to breath in and out. Over and over. Fluttershy glared at her and tried to push it out, but Twilight wouldn’t budge.
“Twilight, listen to me. Stop listing off friends, now. Understand?” Despite Fluttershy’s inner anger, she nodded frantically. “Good, I’m going to remove my hoof and then you’re going to help me.” She did and Fluttershy nodded.
“Oh of course, but please don’t do that again. It’s very unsanitary you know,” Fluttershy scolded.
Twilight then calmed down some, as did her voices. At least she’s still FLuttershy. That’s a good sign that I didn’t mess up the spell… right? A small concern bubbled up about it, but eventually it was drowned out again. She has to be happy, only way. “Right. Fluttershy, before we start we need to do a few things.”
“We do?”
Twilight smiled down at her, being just a shy bit taller. “Oh, of course.” Twilight’s voice had taken on an almost seductive tone. The voices had continued, turning into thoughts. She is a foal, she must be protected! She didn’t just intend to help her friends feel better. She wanted them to be safer too. They were all foals, not just Fluttershy! I can’t believe I almost forgot! What was I thinking?! she thought in a daze.
“Okay, what?”
“Fluttershy, you’re an animal caretaker. Surely you know foals shouldn’t just be wandering around without protection”
Fluttershy blinked in confusion, then shook her head. “Protection? Twilight, animals don’t wear diapers usually.”
Twilight panicked and shot her face forward, nearly smacking into Fluttershy’s own. “Well they should! Don’t you think?!”
“Oh, I don’t--”
“Fluttershy, you think all of your animals friends should be protected. Just like you should be!”
“I should?!” She questioned, feeling shocked.
“Yes, Fluttershy! You’re a foal, aren’t you?”
“Well, I’m not so sure--”
Again, Twilight interrupted her. Fluttershy was in a highly suggestible state, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t think for herself if she wanted to. “You are sure! You want to wear diapers, you need them! Just like our friends do too! You’ve always wanted to wear them, but you’ve just been too afraid to try.”
Fluttershy nodded. Slowly Twilight’s sentence creeped into her mind. It made perfect sense! She’d always been afraid to before! What would others think of her?! They’re diapers! Foal items for little ones who didn’t know better. Other ponies would think she was a freak! “T-Twilight, I can’t do that. What would others think of me?” The mare shuddered. “B-but I want to! I’ve always wanted to!”
Twilight sighed. Her friends could wait just a bit, she had to calm Fluttershy down. She walked forward and hugged the mare once more. “I know you have. It’s alright. Do you have any in your cottage?”
Fluttershy shook her head, but then she took on a curious expression. If she had always wanted to, wouldn’t she at least have some stashed away? “Why, no, of course not. Why would I? Huh, Twilight if I’ve always wanted them--”
Twilight saw this and spoke up again. Again, suggestible but that didn’t mean they couldn’t figure loop hopes in Twilight’s logic. Not without a lot of convincing anyway. She needs to be happy! Careful, Twilight, she can’t know it was a lie! The voices became louder, almost scolding Twilight for her mistake. She must be happy. Must be a foal. Twilight never bothered to question the voices. Instead, she spoke above Fluttershy again. “We need to get you some diapers, Fluttershy.”
Fluttershy immediately forgot about her curiosity from before and firmly nodded. “Y-yes, I suppose so. We need to get me some diapers, but I can’t wear them… I can’t.” Fluttershy’s cheeks burned crimson, just imagining herself in them nearly made her faint. Even if she wanted them more than ever before
Twilight hugged her again. “Don’t worry, Fluttershy. You can wear them, you’ve always wanted to. Just keep thinking about them, keep imagining those diapers. Don’t stop,” Twilight gently commanded.
Fluttershy did imagine them. Large diapers fit for a large foal. They seemed so perfect in her mind, They even had a flap to tape around her tail. For a single moment Fluttershy felt a pleasant buzzing feeling in the back of her head. “Diapers…” She muttered, while wearing a dopey smile. Twilight Sparkle smiled a bright smile at her.
Perfect. She’s happy! Twilight thought with excitement.
The buzzing eventually stopped, however, and Fluttershy tilted her head again. Twilight’s expression changed to one of enjoyment to shock. What was wrong now?! Fluttershy cleared her throat. “Uh, how do we get diapers for my size? I really want them, Twilight! But how?!”
Twilight cursed under her breath. She could easily trick Fluttershy, telling her she was indeed wearing them. However, it would just make Fluttershy question her more. She needed real diapers! Then she had an idea. “Rarity!” She announced to the world.
Fluttershy staggered back a bit. “Uh, Rarity? What about her?”
“She can make you diapers in your size. I’m sure she knows how craft cloth diapers! It’s perfect!”
Fluttershy’s smile never came, though. “OH, no, no, no, no, no! I can’t let Rarity know I want them, Twilight! Not ever! That is not okay!”
Twilight sighed. “Fluttershy, focus on the diapers. You’ve always wanted them.” Just saying the words made Fluttershy calm down some, her eyes glazed over, but it wasn’t enough. “You’ve always wanted your friends to know too.”
“Oh, right… silly me. Rarity should know?”
Twilight giggled some. She forgot that the spell often made the target not only more gullible, but a bit more unsure of themselves. Not unlike a foal at all. She’s a foal. Must be happy. The voices continued. “Of course she should! All of our friends should know! You were just too afraid to tell them!”
Fluttershy nodded, it certainly sounded like her. Twilight began to walk a bit ahead, finally, but Fluttershy’s voice stopped her yet again. “Um, Twilight. Why do I want them now? I don’t remember being a foal before either…”
Let it be said that no spell is perfect, even banned ones. “Fluttershy, you want to be happy.”
“Well of course.”
“Aren’t foals happy? They’re always smiling and giggling.”
Fluttershy frowned making Twilight’s eye twitch again. “Well, not always. Usually they’re more curious and--”
Fluttershy now had Twilight’s hoof in her mouth again. Which, again, caused the mare to glare. “Oh, right. Fluttershy you enjoy having my hoof in your mouth, only while it’s there, though.”
The glare eventually vanished, making the mare nod and blush.
“Good. You want to be a happy foal.”
Fluttershy nodded again. “I- I know…” She said slowly. “But why?”
“Because I said so! Okay? You’ll never be happy until you get your diapers and wear them and use them for everything! Alright?!” Twilight fumed at her, about ready to burst from the screams of voices and gnawing pain. She would do anything to make them stop.
Fluttershy’s eyes widened in shock. “Oh… oh dear. Twilight, we have to see Rarity! Right now! I c-can’t be sad forever! Let’s go!”
The voices stopped momentarily. Twilight shakingly smiled. When they started up again they seemed more calm and the tingling pleasant feelings finally returned. Must be happy. “Then come along, Fluttershy. We have to see Rarity!” Fluttershy, like a lost puppy, followed Twilight away from her cottage. Both of them failed to notice that while they were speaking, several of her animals had started to become unruly.
They both walked on hastily into town. Meanwhile the drake on Twilight’s back continued to wag his favorite toy. Blissfully unaware that with each wag a powerful spell had been being cast. With each wag, the spell was imprinting itself on both Twilight and Fluttershy. Even himself. With each wag he felt happier than before. Twilight certainly didn’t know her thoughts were wrong, how could she. They were her thoughts, just like this was Spike’s rattle.