“So, Princess Twilight Sparkle, tell me what brings you to my lovely mansion.” Twilight couldn’t believe her, let alone believe what she was about to do. All the pink mare had to do was utter a sentence, slowly pacing in a circle around her, her clipping hooves echoing in the foyer, and Twilight’s heart was practically pounding out of her chest. She was smiling out of a princess’ courtesy, or at least that’s what she would tell herself later.
“Miss Mantra, you know why I’m here.”
“I do know. I just want to hear Princess Twilight herself say- Oh, listen to me being so regal~” The pink mare said, her voice now coming from behind Twilight and her magenta tail scurrying out of her sight. “I’m just so excited.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being formal, Miss Mantra. I’m quite used to it, especially these days.” Twilight’s gaze followed Mantra’s scheming marigold eyes, the unicorn making another round before her.
“How many foals have you met who understand formality?” Twilight was surprised Mantra wasn’t smirking while saying that.
“Well… Valid point, Miss Mantra.” Mantra ceased her circling and her pink hoof firmly pet Twilight on the head.
“You’re going to have to put that big brain of yours away for a bit and let your feelings guide you, cutie.” Twilight wiped her smile away briefly and gained it back along with a pink blush swallowing her cheeks.
“We’ll see, Miss Mantra. Right now, I’m just a little curious.”
“‘A little curious’? You’re about to try a day being babysat. I think you’re a little more curious than you’d like to admit.” Mantra’s hoof stroked through Twilight’s azure mane a few more times. “Don’t worry, Twily, Mama’s going to treat you well, and if you end up liking it so much, you’re welcome to stay the night.”
“Hold on, Miss Mantra. Let’s just take this a step at a time.”
“Okay, let’s start with step one.” Mantra’s horn lit up to reveal a thick fluffy diaper levitating in her magic. White at the core with pink swirls laced around the leg cuffs. Twilight heard a vase clunking on a table and her head swiveled to the sound’s source. Mantra really kept that diaper underneath a vase by the front door. Was it specifically for her special guest? Was she going to diaper her right there in the foyer? She took another glance at the floating poofy garment and nervously crossed her front legs.
“Already? I don’t know, Miss Mantra.” Twilight said as her eyes trailed to the floor and a blush grew bright on her face again.
“Aww, that’s cute, you say that like you have a choice.” Twilight’s eyes widened and a pink hoof rested on her shoulder. “It’s okay to be nervous, dear.” Twilight’s horn lit up as she stared into Mantra’s sincere pink irises, which quickly darted toward the magenta glow emanating from atop Twilight’s head and started changing back to yellow. “What are you doing?”
“Just touching up a spell to help me adjust to this. I said I want to get the full experience, and I don’t want to deal with- Uhm- ‘Lockdowns’.”
“Oh right, shy bladder. You should’ve come by on the weekend and asked my fiancé to do that for you, silly~”
“Oh, it’s not a problem, it wasn’t a hard spell. It’s not like I stayed up all night trying to find it.” Her horn then went dim. “Okay, I think I’m ready now.” A question nagged at Twilight: Was Mind Fission okay with his fianceé having a foal-at-heart date with somepony else while he was away? Twilight already asked her that question a while back, though; Mantra’s response then was an invitation for her to visit on the weekend while Mind was home from Canterlot Medical School, and that he would love to have another foal to play with. Twilight doubted her answer would’ve changed.
Mantra led Twilight out of the foyer and into a foalishly decorated living room. A half open toy box sat in one corner, the changing area in another, and a pile of papers with crayons on a table off to the side. The center of the living room was wide open with a soft animal puzzle mat on the floor. Mantra reminded Twilight of her rules as she escorted her: No flying, no magic, and she was only allowed to call her “Mommy” or “Mama”. She even offered to bind Twilight’s wings, but respected the princess’ polite decline.
Mantra, still smirking, tapped Twilight on her head with the crinkling pant and told her to lay down. Twilight, still blushing, complied and lay herself back flat on top of the soft blue changing pad. She felt Mantra’s magic grip her hind hooves and the freshly unfolded diaper slide underneath her plot. The inside felt soft right away, but it was too soon to judge… No, it wasn’t too soon to judge; it was like a cloud. A plume of white powder coated Mantra’s hoof. Having another mare touch her groin area so intimately yet not-so-intimately was exhilarating to the young princess, then Mantra moved onto coating her plot in the fresh smelling powder as well.
“You sure you don’t want me to help? It’s not crooked, is it? I’m not making it crooked, am I?”
“Shhh,” Mantra’s clean hoof pressed lightly against Twilight’s lips, “you’re Twilighting.”
“You know about that too?” She said with a light whine.
“No helping.” Mantra’s tone felt fitting to the blushing squirmy alicorn. “Relax, Twily, I got this. Now hold still.”
She still felt like she had to help her out somehow, but with the no magic rule in place, there was little she could do, however, having Mantra take care of all the work was another charm on top of it all, and she let her have at it. The diaper was folded over her groin, the wings were wrapped around her waist, and the tapes were planted into the front. But Mantra wasn’t even done; Twilight watched her use her magic to do some final adjustments on the fit of the thick padding.
Twilight held back almost involuntary squirms from Mantra’s meddling with her diaper… Her diaper. She ran that idea through her head a million times in that mere moment. The pink crinkling pant became part of her once its tapes were firmly secured. The leak guards wrapped around the base of her legs in Mantra’s magenta magic. The pink mare drew herself closer, face-to-face, with Twilight.
“All done~” Mantra said with a cheeky smile and raised herself to tower over the freshly diapered alicorn. “You look so cute.” Twilight instinctively shifted around, hearing crinkles and smelling powder accompany her every move, and a soft warm brush against her private area. A fiery blush filled her cheeks, and her pupils darted into the corners of her eyes. “Still have any reservations, Princess?” Twilight was only silent; she was feeling so much, but she didn’t know for certain what she was feeling. She expected wearing a diaper for the first time to be nothing but foreign to her body, the fluffy pant was so soft and inviting. Even the lack of ventilation around her groin and plot was incredibly comfortable to her. “So much blush. We haven’t even really started yet.” Mantra then let her horn light up once more, propping the princess onto her hoofs in a thunderstorm of crinkles. She hadn’t been hoisted around like that in a long time, and it felt right. “Toddle around a little and get a feel for it. I’ll be right back~” The pink mare ran her hoof through Twilight’s mane as her hooves started clipping out of the room.
Twilight Sparkle couldn’t fathom why she felt such strong feelings of joy from being told to toddle around, or from being encouraged so much by Mantra in general. One hoofstep elicited a crinkle that cut loudly through the silent room; a crinkle that exacerbated her helpless blushing, and a thick layer of what felt like a plastic cloud that came with it. It all ached to remind her that she was a foal, that she was the one toddling around in a crinkly diaper that she was placed into, and for reasons that further cemented her foalish place. It all fought her initial feeling of being a grown mare trying something out for “science”. She was in a circle of thought from which there was no escape, and it was bliss.
The pink unicorn returned with a bottle levitating in her magic. Twilight’s pupils shrank as she saw herself lifted off the floor in the same magenta aura. She floated toward the couch and was settled into Mantra’s lap. Twilight squirmed, but welcomely opened her mouth to let the nipple slide right in. Rampant thoughts and new feelings forced her to hesitate from suckling right way, but the nipple started squeaking after the first couple of drops from the cold white liquid splashing her tongue.
Twilight lay in Mantra’s lap at an angle, embraced in Mantra’s warm hooves and enjoying a bottle held up telekinetically. She closed her eyes and just felt it all; felt Mantra’s embrace grow warmer, felt the milk fill her belly, felt kind of… giddy.
“That’s it. Relax, Twily.” Mantra’s gentle voice cooed to her. An abrupt gust of wind forced Twilight to scrunch her muzzle and then open her eyes. The bottle only had drops slowly climbing down to the nipple. Mantra pulled the bottle out of her mouth and gazed into Twilight’s eyes with a smile. “Want another?” Twilight only gave a pondering hum in response. “That means ‘yes’. Just stay here and I’ll be right back.”
Twilight stared up at the ceiling, feeling her lips forcing her to smile. Having another mare hold her so close for so long and do so much for her was something else. She looked down at herself and made her diaper crinkle with a front hoof. She wondered why she liked the feeling from the outside as well, and in a reactionary squirm, watched her hind legs produce more crinkles from the pant.
Mantra returned and cradled Twilight in her lap once more, and once again fed her a bottle. Twilight kept her eyes open this time, watching the milk empty from the bottle as she suckled, watching Mantra gaze into her eyes with a comforting smile. After the feeding, the purple alicorn was sat up to lean over Mantra’s shoulder. Twilight felt a gentle hoof patting her back, continuously blushing from it, but not feeling the gas build up. She unexpectedly released a loud belch, and the pats on her back turned into gentle rubbing.
“So calm and well-behaved. Such a good little filly.” Twilight felt her nose scrunch up on its own then felt herself being cradled in Mantra’s lap once more. “Let’s get you toddling around in something else. You want a onesie or just a shirt?”
“Oh.” Twilight said. “Tough choice. Maybe I should go with what makes the most out of the experience. So I guess maybe the- Oh, but on the other hoof-” A hoof gently pressed against her lips.
“Onesie or shirt?”
“...Onesie.” Twilight felt Mantra’s tone again; a tone that told her not to think, only choose. Had Mantra given her the moment to think about it, she would’ve weighed the pros and cons. If she were at home, she would’ve prepared a whiteboard and made a venn diagram. Twilight wanted to get the most out of the experience; the most she felt comfortable with, or at least that’s what she told herself in her head. The onesie would’ve added more to that experience than a shirt, would’ve made her feel and look more foalish. But would just the shirt really make her look less foalish? She’d be wearing her diaper rather proudly in that case, but on the other hoof, a diaper would still be obvious underneath a onesie; she’s seen Rainbow Dash’s diapers play peekaboo through her onesie many times.
For a brief moment, Twilight couldn’t see anything past a pink blur. She didn’t even know Mantra brought clothes with her last time she came back. She had to have brought both options with her, though. Twilight watched an aura of magenta magic place her on her back beside the pink unicorn and lift her rump up by her hind legs. Twilight watched magic stretch the groin of the onesie, and she heard the snaps locking in.
“Sweet Celestia, you’re adorable~ Or maybe the expression should be ‘Sweet Twilight’ now?” Twilight giggled and squirmed her hind legs slightly, finding the crinkles of her diaper slightly suppressed. She wasn’t used to the feeling; having clothes over her lower section but her hind legs completely exposed. “You seem unsure about the onesie.” Twilight felt like her mind was being read. She didn’t want to be rude, but she asked for this. “How about you play around for a bit and let it grow on you? And don’t be afraid to let Mama know if you need anything. I’ll be right here.”
Twilight blushed as she watched a magenta blur lift her and set her down gently next to the toy box. She knelt before it and peered inside, not sure which toy to start off with. She partially wanted Mantra to put a toy in her hooves for her. A magenta glow caught her periphery, and her head turned toward a bead maze and a puzzle cube being lifted out. Her attention turned toward the bead maze; a classic foal toy that Twilight, even at older ages, found herself playing with during visits to the doctor. Her purple hoof dragged a red sphere across a blue line. A sharp turn horizontal, three loops around a yellow line, and a soft incline to the end of the track. She felt immediately encapsulated by it and kept running the beads along their tracks. Mantra giggled at the big foal she dressed up playing with her toys.
“The bead maze gets all of them.”
“It’s just for science.” Twilight said with a blush.
“Mhm,” Mantra replied with thick skepticism, “and I suppose that milk in your tummy and your pretty pink onesie are for science too?” Twilight couldn’t believe how bad the mare was hammering her buttons. She didn’t even think she had buttons in that department to hammer. She couldn’t even come up with a fitting response. “I won’t deny the diapers being for science, though. Something tells me you might have already looked into the science of these things.” A pink hoof snuck up from behind Twilight and promptly patted her padded plot. The purple mare gave a squeak in response. “Okay, as much as I know you secretly love being blushy, you’ll never get immersed into this if I keep doing it. Play around for a bit. Be an innocent little foal. Like I said, I’m here on the couch if you need anything.”
Mantra wasn’t wrong. Twilight had done a hint of research on diaper science; SAP, curvature on adult diapers versus foal ones, typical things someone first discovering their foal-at-heart side would learn about, even Rainbow Dash, who Twilight wouldn’t have pegged as one to do such. It showed as a testament to how close being an AFDL can be to ponies.
Twilight kept playing with the bead maze, and occasionally shifting about and looking down at herself. The onesie kept her diaper close to her and snug, but she didn’t feel like she was getting full exploration of her padding. She shifted her right hind leg to hear what little crinkling she could get. Her attention was taken away from the bead maze and she brought her hooves to the groin of her onesie to get a peek at the diaper underneath.
“Everything alright, Twily?” The alicorn nervously stared back at Mantra, then glanced back at her diaper. “I think somepony wants to try the shirt instead. What do you think, Twily?” She meekly nodded. “Do you know how to ask for it like a good filly?”
“May I…” Her voice was soft, shy, and timid. “May I have the shirt instead, please?”
“‘Please what’?” Her tone and her devilish smirk sent sparks through the purple mare.
“...Please, Mama?”
“There you go.” Twilight gave a startled yelp and was promptly lifted in Mantra’s magic, which also worked to undo the onesie’s snaps. “Still dry for now, I see.” Twilight actually hoped that would change soon. Her diapered rump rested against the floor with a crinkle. Twilight’s vision was obscured by a pink blur twice. The pink shirt that now donned her was plain and only long enough to barely cover the tip of her diaper’s waistband.
“Sorry, Miss Mantra.” The mare towering before her cleared her throat roughly. “I mean, sorry, Mama.”
“Step one: Say ‘sorry’. Step two: Don’t do it again, Twily.”
“Well, I meant sorry about the onesie.”
“No need to be sorry, well, not for that.” Mantra sat herself down by Twilight and pet her head. “Mind isn’t really into onesies either. Every foal is different.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“Reason number one.” Mantra said as her magic lay Twilight on her back and lifted her shirt to expose her belly. Twilight only had a split second to realize what she was about to do before she was thrown into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Her wings spread as vibrations from Mantra’s lips coursed through her belly.
“I mean,” Twilight took a couple of breaths to compose herself, “aside from that, I think-” another loud outburst of lips blowing against her belly had Twilight flailing about in laughter once again. “Mama, wait~ I just think I like the shirt more because-” Twilight was thrown into a flail once again, more vibrations surging through her.
“I’m going to keep giving you zerbies until you put that big girl brain away.”
“‘Zerbies’?” Twilight wished she hadn’t asked. Her inquiry earned her an obvious answer, to which she could only respond with another fit of hysterical laughter.
“Yep, zerbies. Although, I did hear a rumbly tummy. I think it’s time for lunch.” Twilight didn’t even notice she was hungry.
Twilight was both terrified and glad that Mantra was taking things so far with her. The purple mare could only watch Mantra from behind, and watch her magic work on the cupboards and drawers. She looked down at herself, sitting in an adult sized high chair with a bib freshly tied around her. It was cloth, so it could endure a very messy feeding, since it was meant to be put through the wash anyway.
A plastic bowl tapped against the high chair tray. Mantra magically stuck an orange spoon into the pink and bumpy goop that lay within it. Twilight backed into her high chair when the spoon was lifted up, not because she wanted to be a “fussy foal” but because she was genuinely apprehensive of what Mantra was about to put in her stomach, apprehensive of what was about to be in her system.
“Open up, little filly, special delivery~” Her words were encouraging in a way, encouraging enough to make the blushing alicorn oblige. Twilight was surprised to discover it wasn’t foal food, and it was actually sweet; it was strawberry applesauce. Twilight gladly opened her mouth for more. “Yummy, right?” Mantra chuckled, glad she was able to get a childish nod out of Twilight.
Twilight felt a familiar pressure building up in her bladder, and it felt more impending to her more than usual. Once lunch was over, she’d get a chance to see how wetting a diaper exactly worked. Twilight had a lot of extensive reading sessions that trained her to hold it in pretty well, but in this particular case, she grew more troubled by a full bladder than she usually did. Perhaps she touched her spell a little much. Growing from little tickle to squirm-inducing discomfort, another spoonful of applesauce entered her mouth, and she felt herself give in. So much for waiting until after lunch.
Her diaper really did its job, which took the princess by surprise, despite being told about this before by both Mind Fission and Rainbow Dash. She didn’t even feel wetness, only warmth and relief. Her releasing bladder didn’t want to stop; she didn’t think the spell she casted on herself was going to be so strong, or was it her immersion into the foal-at-heart routine that was responsible? Mantra was ensnared in a fit of giggles. Twilight realized she had the same spoonful of applesauce in her mouth for several seconds.
“I wish I had an incontinence spell the first time I wet a diaper. You look like you enjoyed it quite a bit~”
“I didn’t think it would wick so fa-” Another spoonful of applesauce stopped her mid-sentence. Mantra didn’t need to say anything; Twilight already heard her voice in her head. No more big girl talking.
Twilight was surprised she finished the bowl so fast. All that remained were traces the spoon couldn’t pick up.
“I think Twi’s a little hungrier than Mama thought.” Mantra said with a smirk. “Want another, dear? Maybe Mama should surprise you with something else? And no, I promise there won’t be any ‘special ingredients’ in it. What do you think, Twi? Should Mama surprise you?” Twilight hesitated a bit; she figured the “surprise” would be the foal-at-heart food which she was initially apprehensive about, but Mantra’s assurance to not adding laxatives made her feel more welcome to it. She gave Mantra a nod, the pink mare’s smile turned to a devilish grin.
A new bowl with a light orange mush sat on the tray just before Twilight. A spoonful of it levitated before her, which she accepted, allowing it to splash onto her tongue and bless her taste buds; peach-flavored foal-at-heart food. She knew Mantra promised she didn’t add anything, but she knew the sweet peachy treat had natural laxatives in it, but she didn’t mind, she actually somewhat looked forward to it. Twilight Sparkle at the front door didn’t plan on messing, or at least not on her first day trying diapers, but Twilight Sparkle in the high chair was singing a different tune, a tune in a completely different key signature.
Mantra levitated the empty bowl back onto the kitchen counter, untied Twilight’s bib, and cradled the alicorn in her magic. Twilight ate very cleanly for her. As she floated through the rooms, Mantra praised her for being a good well-behaved little filly, and she absolutely adored it. She had so many thoughts swimming through her head and she ached to get them all out. But she was committed to the full treatment, and she knew Mantra was as well.
Twilight found herself lowered onto a soft mattress. Mantra became a duplicated blur and bars came into full focus, which widened the princess’ eyes. She didn’t think she’d be put down for a nap already. Or did so much time pass already? She hadn’t recalled seeing a clock since she stepped into the mansion. Did she not notice, or did Mantra do that on purpose? So many questions the alicorn had for her. She never anticipated how much of a fight it’d be with her thoughts about all of this. It was going to take more than a soft purple bunny plush floating into her hooves to get her to fall asleep.
“I know that face; the ‘I’m not tired, but I really want to sleep in the crib’ face.” If she didn’t know any better, Twilight would’ve thought Mantra’s fiancé wasn’t the only one in this mansion who could magically replicate nearly psychic abilities. “Don’t worry.” Mantra said while her horn lit up. “Mama has ways to make you sleepy.” Twilight clutched the bunny plush in her hooves and peered up at Mantra’s smirk and her glowing horn.
Twilight fully accepted a well-anticipated pacifier to float into her mouth, but no pacifier appeared, making her more eager for it suddenly. She pondered why she suddenly felt so strongly wanting to sleep with a pacifier in her mouth, and where it was floating in from; Mantra was sure taking a long time with it. Was it to keep her in suspense?
Twilight’s pupils widened once more; she realized what was happening, but by then, her initial resistance was on the brink of melting into acceptance, and it swiftly crossed the threshold. Hypnosis; it came out left field to the alicorn, as it wasn’t a spell any ordinary unicorn could perform. She felt her grip on her inhibitions slip and the questions fade away. They were replaced by the desire she had in that moment; to cement herself into the role of a foal, which included taking a nap in the crib. Her eyelids grew heavy and her view of Mantra towering over her blurred. A blackness overtook her and she heard crinkles accompany her rolling onto her side.
Twilight felt the hypnosis-induced nap pass by in a flash. She still felt the tender care when Mantra wished her pleasant dreams. Or did she dream about her saying that? Was she still under the hypnosis? She still had her rampant questions, but they seemed underscored by her brain nagging her to prepare for more fun with Mama- With Miss Mantra. Her hoof reached for the diaper snug against her groin, still only mildly wet. She was disappointed by that.
She lightly kicked her legs, happily crinkling her diaper while waiting for Mama. Twilight then felt her stomach rumble again; dinner time was soon, she hoped. Maybe Mantra should’ve left her a bottle. No wait, this was a different kind of rumbling. She knelt on the mattress and supported herself with her front hooves on the crib bars; if she didn’t do this on her own, it would’ve been forced out. She didn’t question why she was doing this, she only gave in to the logic that if she didn’t soil her diaper on her own, the spell casted on her would make her do it. No questions, no reservations, no apprehension, just logic to encourage an act that she really wanted to do. After another rumble from her stomach, Twilight felt herself give a light push, and it only took a light push for her to get it all out. She felt it fill up the seat of her diaper and occupy the cavity between the back of the base of her hind legs. She gave a reflexive sigh when she felt herself finish, and she felt a great relief suddenly overcame her. She couldn’t believe she just did that, and she was happy she did.
Her front hoof reached for the rear of her diaper, giving it a like poke, the mess within lightly poking her plot upon so. She didn’t want to sit directly on it, but she did want to make herself more comfortable. She flopped herself down on her belly and clutched the bunny plush again. The mess in her diaper shifted about until she grew extra comfortable and still, but she wanted to keep feeling the sensation. She crooked her head up and looked back at her now filled diaper, then rested it back down on the pillow, peering at the bars… She then felt like she just fell out of the sky during a nice breezy flight. Did she just crash from the hypnosis? Why did she like doing that so much? Why was she so happy now when her date with Mantra wasn’t even halfway done? Why had she never explored this before? Her eyes watered up, she sniffled, she blinked hard, she cried.
Mantra found a sulking purple alicorn in the crib she left her in, and caught a faint familiar stench. Her magic lowered the dropside and the pink unicorn climbed in, placing her hooves around Twilight and pulling her into a hug.
“Let it all out, dear.”
“I’m so sorry.” Twilight said while streams flowed off her cheeks into Mantra’s coat. The pink unicorn gave a frown and her usually marigold eyes started to fade into a light empathetic turquoise.
“It’s okay. Big girl brain on. Let out what you need to, all of it.” Twilight felt control come over her tears and comfort from Mantra’s stroking hoof. Her thoughts were a hurricane and she didn’t know where to start. There she was, being coddled in a crib, crying while wearing a soiled diaper.
“I just have so much I want to talk about. I love this so much. You’ve already done so much in such a short time, and I’m just so grateful for it all. It’s just that it’s all so much.”
“Did I push you too far, Twilight?”
“No, you’re fine. I wanted you to push me; I wanted the legendary Mantra treatment, I needed it, in fact.” Mantra gave a light exhale through her nostrils with a smile in response to her routine being referred to so highly, and by Princess Twilight Sparkle no less. “I just didn’t think I’d enjoy it so much.” Twilight felt the storm in her head begin to subside.
“I got you, Twilight.” Mantra said as her eyes began to return to their default color and position Twilight to coddle beside her. “You had so many thoughts stored in that big girl brain of yours, but you wanted to respect my routine too. But Twilight, it’s okay to tell me if I’m pushing you too hard.”
“I thought I’d just casually enjoy this, but when I got thrown in deep, I just- I just-”
“I think you just realized how close to your heart this really was to you.”
“Yeah. Exactly that, Miss Mantra. I loved everything that happened today, Miss Mantra, even…” Twilight’s eyes drifted to her diapered plot. “Even the… The that.”
“C’mon, you can say it, be a big girl.”
“The…” Twilight didn’t have the opportunity to laugh at the irony of being a big girl and admitting to doing the ultimate foalish behavior. “The diaper messing.” Mantra gave a chuckle.
“Good girl, Twi. Mama is very proud of you. And honestly, Twilight, to tell you the truth, I haven’t really babysat someone doing this for their first time and diving into so much at once. I’m kind of aching to hear your thoughts about it. Mama would love to hear what your big girl brain has to say, Twilight.”
“Maybe that’s just what I need, Miss Mantra. I really wish I would’ve started doing this a long time ago, but now I run a country, time is scarce and… It’s just not fair, Miss Mantra.” Mantra placed another heartfelt hoof on her head. Maybe I just need to let out all the feelings I have right now, then I can go back to strict little foal mode. Can we do that, Miss Mantra?”
“How about this instead, Twilight?” Her hoof snaked down toward Twilight’s plot and she blushed upon feeling her not-so-fresh mush press against her plot. “Mama gets you changed into a fresh diapee, and from then on, you’re in middle space mode.”
“Middle space?” That was a thing she never heard Mind Fission mention. A pink pacifier doused in Mantra’s magic floated into Twilight’s accepting muzzle. She gave an instinctive suckle to it, and found herself enjoying it instantly.
“Yup. There’s big space and little space, but there’s also middle space. This is like casual mode; if you want to be a little filly you can, but you can also get those big girl brain thoughts out if you need to. But of course, I know how hard it is for fillies to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’, so how about you keep that paci in if you want to be little, and take it out when you need to talk to Mama. Does that sound good?” Surprisingly to Twilight, she gave a nod while still suckling strongly on the pacifier. “Good girl~ Since we’re all happy again,” Mantra gave another light brush on her crinkly rump before collecting herself and lifting Twilight out of the crib. “Let’s get you into a fresh diaper, Princess Mushyrump.”
“Mmph!” Twilight said with a blush, then placed the pacifier in her hoof. “Something that’s been on my mind this whole time; you can levitate other ponies. You’re stronger than you look, Miss Mantra.” Twilight promptly put the pacifier back in her mouth.
“Mama loves magic too. A lot of ponies don’t think I studied magic as much as I did. That hypnosis spell I did earlier, it doesn’t make anypony do anything, it only helps you want to do what you really want to do deep down.” Twilight was slowly laid upon the soft changing table mat. “Also, on another note; you’re not the only alicorn princess who I appropriately labeled ‘Princess Mushyrump’, Twilight.”
Twilight’s nose scrunched when Mantra’s hoof lightly pressed her nose. She gazed at the hoof pulling away from her as she heard magic loudly rip tapes off of her well-used diaper. Her eyes trailed toward the ceiling, then back toward a pink mare smiling from behind purple hind legs. The princess replicated the smile coming from the mare who was softly and firmly cleaning her rear end, wipe after wipe.
Twilight Sparkle smiled with a smile well-reflected from within her heart. She smiled knowing she was closer to a new side of her. Closer to something she never knew she loved. Closer to Mantra, to Mind Fission, Rainbow Dash, and her sister-in-law. And most importantly, she knew she was closer to herself.