//------------------------------// // Chapter 4 // Story: To be Young Again // by Chatterjoy //------------------------------// The filly began to stir as she smelled something she couldn't describe, but it only seemed to make the pain in her stomach worse. But just as she began to get ready to cry again, she felt the familiar warmth of magic surround her and set her down. She saw the white figure from before, who levitated a bottle to her mouth. Wanting to know what it tasted like, and if it would quell the pain in her abdomen, she instantly latched onto the shape and began to suckle. A warm delicious taste began to flow down her throat, and the filly enjoyed it even more. Occasionally, the white one would take away the bottle, and the filly would make motions to want it back, and the figure would comply. The filly enjoyed this very much, and even better, the aching pain was gone, but only to be replaced with a new one. Before it became unbearable, she was lifted again and she let out a burp. The pain was gone, but was to be replaced with a different feeling. The filly wondered if she would ever stop feeling all these things at once. This feeling wasn't painful, but she wanted some kind of release, so release she did. The white one's face got splattered with yellow, and there was a puddle beneath her. The filly giggled at the mess she made, but felt better now that she had released. A sound came from the white figure, and the filly decided she didn't really like the sound, because soon after, a very stern look was given to her, and she didn't like that either. She wanted to cheer up this white figure, but the flowing colors distracted her. The filly wondered if it tasted good, so she grabbed it and began to suckle and chew on it. The white figure's bad face disappeared to be one of something else she couldn't identify. All the filly knew was that she like this face better than the last one. A loud banging greeted the filly's ears, and the dark one with the flowing sparkles from earlier began to yell. The white one's face changed back into that bad face again. The filly turned back to the dark one to see her fall back and began to laugh heartily. The dark one had a nice face, and she wanted the white one to have that face, so she copied the dark one. The white one made the bad sound again, but this time made the nice face. She said something the filly couldn't understand, but the dark one's face quickly turned sour, and the filly decided that she liked all the funny faces the dark one could make, and continued to giggle. She didn't see the dark one anymore as a pretty gold light flashed, and the filly found herself in a new room. It smelled different but she liked it. The white figure messed with a giant bowl and water began to fill the tub. The filly noticed the white one get in and sigh, but this one was a nice sound. She liked it, but now the white one was trying to put her in the water. She didn't want to get wet. She was wet from earlier. She struggled against the magic forcing her into the tub and sparks came out of her horn, but she could not stop the white one from putting her in the tub especially, since she made the bad face. The filly quickly changed her mind and let herself be lowered into the wetness. She decided she liked this wetness. The filly splashed and wanted the nice face on the white one, so she splashed her. No face shown on the white one, but none was bad, so the filly was satisfied for now. The white one began to play with her face, so the filly began playing with hers. A nice sound was heard again, and she felt herself being scrubbed and she liked it a lot. Soon the white figure stopped and both had exited the wetness, and she began to get patted and dried with this this fluffy substance. Did it taste good? The filly never found out because soon the white one was done. They entered another room, where the white figure set her down on something soft, and began to make noises and getting replies. As the white one was distracted, the filly wanted to taste some new things, and anything in reach soon became a victim. She didn't go too far because of inability to go anywhere, but there were so many colors and things she wanted to chew. The white figure was soon done, and another bad face crossed her features, and the filly didn't like this one either. It was different than the other bad faces. It wasn't aimed at her, but she knew it was aimed for her. When the white one's gaze fell upon the filly, a better face became painted on her features. The filly still wanted something to suck, and she began to cry, but the white one offered a part of her body. Did it taste good? She began to lightly chew and suckle on the hoof of the white figure, and she was content. A noise interrupted the filly's dozing, and she looked up at the white figure to see that a pretty glow covered her horn and opened the doors. She said something and took some object. One had a good smell coming from it but she was not interested. The other object was a stack of round triangles. The white one lifted one up and began to undo it. Next the filly felt the familiar warmth of the white one's glow and the white triangle was being placed on her, but she was tired and didn't mind. It felt soft and comfy, and she decided she liked it. The filly also liked it when the white one didn't make a bad face. She was sent down again, and watched as the white figure began to eat things. No bottle? The filly wanted to investigate, and so she tried to get to the white figure, but she fell. She got up again, and failed. She had barely made a step, and the white figure was watching her with interest. The filly was upset she couldn't get next to her. She began to cry and waved her hooves at the white figure she so desperately wanted to be near. The figure seemed to know what she wanted and levitated her close to her. She had stopped eating, and the filly, content, began to doze off. The figure once more made a bad face, but she knew this time it wasn't at her. She still didn't like it, but she yawned and fell asleep, but not before feeling warmth and seeing a spur of colors.