//------------------------------//
// Chapter 10 
// Story: To be Young Again 
// by Chatterjoy 
//------------------------------//

	Twilight began to wake up. She had the pains again as she always did at certain times of the day. She began to expect them almost happily, as it meant more time with the caregiver. Where was the caregiver? "Tia! Tia!" Twilight cried. Soon enough the caregiver had given her what she desired and she relished in the pleasure of the pains going away and the closeness of the caregiver.

Twilight loved these mealtimes; she wished they would come around more often. Suddenly a bursting sound brought the filly out of her reverie of the caregiver and upset, she began to cry. Why would that meanie disrupt the caregiver and her time! He must be punished! The caregiver levitated her, and the filly felt the wonderful rocking motion, and she quieted down. Okay, the meanie would get punished later...if she remembered.

The caregiver had set her on the ground, and the filly grabbed the bottle again and resumed eating.  She stared back up at the caregiver who was talking to a shiny. It was bad since the caregiver had a bad face. She really did not like this face at all. No, no, no! The caregiver can never wear that kind of face again. The filly would not allow it!

So a game would have to be issued. Twilight left her finished bottle in the middle of the bed, and then she teleported into a hallway. The caregiver would have to find and chase her again. The filly then remembered the color one. "Dash-y!" she exclaimed buzzing her wings trying to locate her prize; if she won the game. Yes, find Dash-y before caregiver found her.

Her wings buzzed as she searched for her prize. She heard a laugh above her and stared up to see if caregiver found her. It wasn't beautiful like the caregiver's though. She saw nothing, but the filly felt uncomfortable, as if something was watching her. She wanted to go back to the caregiver now, but if she did she wouldn't get her prize. "Dash-y!" she cried buzzing faster.

She turned into a different hallway and stopped for a rest. How come the caregiver had not come for her yet? The filly glowed with pride with the thought that she was smarter than the caregiver. She heard sounds and turned her head to see her new toys from yesterday. The color one was with them and it was swishing its tail.

The longer the blue one swished her tail the more the colors blended to look like the caregiver's. Whoever it was Twilight did not care, as she buzzed and zipped right towards the unaware object. For a moment she was briefly aware that she did not have her treasure, but the colorful tail was all she needed. Readying her mouth she opened wide and chomped down on the unsuspecting colors.

"YOW!" screamed the blue one and the filly felt herself rocket into the air. She looked down to see that she was higher than ever. Dash-y was making funny faces, so she continued to chew on the colorful object. The color one yelled at Apple, and Twilight let a small giggle escape her.

Apple had a good face as she replied to Dash-y. This was fun; she was so high up! Twilight enjoyed the newfound height. The pure white one...Rawr-y had a bad face directed at her, as if she was almost scared. Why? Soft flew up to her and took hold of her tiny body. No! She wanted to continue to chew the colors!

Soft began to make nice noises. Okay...maybe she could let go...if just for the soft one. The soft one held her, and Twilight saw a funny face on the color one as she rubbed the colors. It was intriguing to see the ground come closer at a steady rate.

Puffy began to talk rapidly and the filly wanted to be near her. The puffy was very amusing; though not as amusing as the toy. Once the soft one had gotten close enough to the pink one the filly opened her mouth wide, jumped out of the soft one's arms, and bit down on the puffy.

"YOW!" the pink one screamed. Instead of taking off like Dash-y did, this one just let her chew. Much better, she liked chewing this one. It smelled sweet and nice; it tasted just as much as the others but the sweetness of the scent was what drew her to like it.

A familiar pain bubbled in her stomach, and she began to cry. She hoped these toys knew what to do. The soft one seemed to, as she picked up the filly, and Twilight released a burp right into the face of Rawr-y. The pure white one had made a bad funny face, and Twilight couldn't help but giggle.

These toys were so amusing. The soft one then put her on the ground. Perfect, now she could return to the caregiver. The scary voice from earlier appeared, and the toys looked alarmed. That could not be good. As the voice talked to the toys, Twilight buzzed her wings and began to look for the caregiver. She did not like this thing.

She turned hallway after hallway, even teleporting distances, but Twilight could not find the caregiver. Where was she? Was the caregiver lost? Twilight looked around and found unfamiliar sights; yes the caregiver must be lost.

Twilight buzzed around another corner to be met with a strange thing that was stranger than the loud thingy and Spikey combined. The mix, yes that is what she would call it, the mix began to speak to her and Twilight recognized her name being said. The filly also recognized the scary voice coming from this creature.

Flapping could be heard and Twilight saw the caregiver turn the corner and head away from her. "TIA! TIA!" Twilight cried but the caregiver carried on. The mix began to make creepy noises. He must have done something to the caregiver, and he would have to pay.

The mix grabbed Twilight by her white triangle and without a pretty flash like the caregiver's, or the Toy's, they reappeared much higher and out of the building. The filly couldn't help but giggle at the new found sights. The mix turned her around so that she was looking straight at him. He began to talk and rotate her. He even hung her away from him.

The filly began to get scared, the ground was much farther away now, and the mix also still had to pay for doing something to the caregiver. A need for release was felt by the filly and with an evil thought she let it rip, so to speak. The horrible stench made the mix curl his lips, and a very funny face was painted on him. What other faces could the filly make him do?

Chewing seemed to make many faces and she readied herself, and she bit down on the mix's hand. "YOW!" he screamed and Twilight felt the rush of air as she was dropped. Such fun! A blue flash was in the corner of her eye, and she felt the familiar magic of the Toy.

"Woona!" the filly cried. The Toy made a bad face to the mix and with another blue flash they were in a room where the caregiver slept. She let the toy change her peacefully, since she had caught her in the air. The Toy seemed to appreciate it. Good, the Toy needed to accept her gift...of not fighting her while being changed.

It felt good to have a new white triangle and with another blue flash; she was back with the other toys. No! Bad Woona! She needed to be back with the caregiver! The Toy set her back on the ground and words were exchanged between the toys with many good faces rippling between them.

More sounds were made and the toys made a ripple of bad faces this time. Twilight did not appreciate all the bad faces in her presence, so she started to rock back and forth on her back. She was trying to mimic the rocking motion that often put her to sleep. Unfortunately, it wasn't doing that and whatever the toys were talking about was boring.

Rawr-y had come up to her and began to play with Twilight's cheeks to the point that it began to hurt. To make the pure white one understood that; she bit down on the offending appendage. "Rawr-y." the filly said. She tried to say the name like the caregiver did when she was upset with her. Twilight got the impression that it didn't work like planned.

The toys made soft good sounds at the pure white one's pain. Twilight also decided that the toys needed to know their names so that when properly addressed by her they could understand. She pointed at each pony and recited their names, "Woona, Apple, Dash-y, Rawr-y, Soft, Puffy, Spikey!"

They also needed to know that she was about to leave so she may locate the caregiver. "Bai-bai!" she waved her hoof and Puffy imitated her. Good, Puffy was a good learner. In a purple flash Twilight had teleported away from them and was in another hallway.

Buzzing her wings she turned a few hallways and found the door she was looking for. It was big and shiny, and the caregiver seemed to be in that room as often as the sleep room. The caregiver must be there! She buzzed towards the door but two shinies attempted to stop her. Instead of dealing with them, Twilight teleported into the room. Bad shinies! They would have to be punished later for attempting to keep her away from the caregiver!

Twilight had teleported herself atop the caregiver's head. "Tia!" the filly exclaimed happily. Good! She found her! Another mix creature stood in front her but was not nearly as mixed as the mix one. Not caring to give it a name she began to chew on the caregiver's crown. The caregiver had to be punished for not noticing her earlier.

The other thing had turned around and made a weird face. Sounds were exchanged and the setting of the room changed into high tension. Uh oh. Maybe she punished the caregiver to much? The Toy teleported into the room and began to scold her. Unfortunately, it made the tension in the room that much worse.

Toy would be punished later. This gold thing was rather fun to chew on, so the toy would be punished later. No matter how hard she munched the gold object would show no proof of it besides the wetness that began to coat it.

The caregiver told the Toy to do something, and in a blue flash she was gone. The caregiver seemed to be in a bad mood. Who was she to disrupt her? So Twilight simply just continued to chew. She would have to find her chew treasure later. The Toy returned with the other toys who tried to stifle funny faces, but a bad face from the caregiver quieted them down.

Sounds were exchanged but much too complicated for her to keep up with, and Twilight knew it was bad. It seemed to reflect to her. Did she do something wrong? The caregiver wasn't giving her a bad face, so maybe not. She felt the caregiver's magic, as she felt the return of the pains. Oh goodie! Was the caregiver going to feed her?

She felt the Toy's magic embrace her, and in a golden flash the caregiver was gone. Maybe Twilight had done something bad after all. A bad sound came from Spikey, and the filly was just left to float confused.

Was there not going to be lunch?