Part 2 of my
Pattycakes 2 MST:
“The name’s Scootaloo. Not to be rude or anything, but what exactly are you doing here?”
“Oh,” said Blossomforth, “I’m just clearing the weather so it’s all nice and bright. Is there a problem?”
“No … er, yes … er, I mean … I thought Rainbow Dash usually handles the weather here in Ponyville.”
“Yes, that’s my understanding as well,” said the white pony. “I’m just filling in for her until she gets better.”
“ ëGets better?’ What? Is she sick?” asked Scootaloo.
“I’m sorry,” said Blossomforth. “I don’t know the details. I was just told that Rainbow Dash was in no condition to do her usual Weather Team duties here in Ponyville and that I should take over for them until further notice.”
“No condition to do her usual Weather Team duties”, understatement of the century.
“And who told you that she was in no condition to do her duties?” said Scootaloo whose suspicion was all the more peaked.
“I believe it was Fluttershy,” said Blossomforth thoughtfully.
Why the hell would Fluttershy know that Rainbow Dash is in no condition to work? Oh wait, she kidnapped, drugged and forcibly regressed her!
Scootaloo blinked for a moment looking dumbfounded.
“Something wrong?” asked Blossomforth.
“No … nothing. Sorry to have bothered you,” said Scootaloo who sped off on her scooter.
Scootaloo didn’t even give the white pegasus time to say goodbye. She rode straight over towards Fluttershy’s house. She didn’t stop by to see the other crusaders or even tell anyone else where she was going, which in hindsight may have been a bad idea. Suspecting something but never imagining the magnitude of the situation, she rode as fast as the wind could take her.
Real smart move, heading towards a potential problem area without the authorities or backup.
When she finally got to her destination she was surprised to find that the front door was open but Fluttershy was nowhere to be seen. Scootaloo parked her scooter, set down her helmet and crept inside the house. She looked around for any sign of the yellow pegasus but found none.
What idiot leaves a door open when there is a baby in the house? Doubly so when said “baby” is a mentally regressed adult, whom you kidnapped? I’m surprised Fluttershy hasn’t been caught yet!
“Fluttershy? Are you home?” Scootaloo called out.
She received no answer but heard the sound of giggling and what sounded like plastic objects banging against eachother.
Damn it! Don’t let her know you’re in her house or she’ll regress you too!
“Well Fluttershy did say she was foal sitting. Maybe she’s with the foal,” thought Scootaloo.
Scootaloo followed the source of the sounds until it led her to a closed door. She knocked on the door but got no response. Opening the door she definitely heard a foal playing and giggling, but did not see the foal just yet. As she came very slowly around the corner she could see the back of an unidentified blue pegasus. Her mane was wrapped in pink bonnet and her tail was obstructed by a bean bag chair.
“Ummm … excuse me, little filly” said Scootaloo. “Have you seen Fluttershy?”
The blue pegasus turned around and giggled looking straight at Scootaloo. Scootaloo’s eyes grew the size of pie plates and she backed away. She almost screamed at what she saw. It was obvious who the little filly was. It was Rainbow Dash, no mistake about it.
Um, run?
“Mommy’s waterwing da posies. Do you wanna play wif me?” asked Rainbow Dash.
“Rainbow Dash? What the …? And you’re … Cut the baby act! It’s seriously freaking me out!”
“Whacha talkin’ bout? I’m justa baby.”
“No you’re not! What’s happened to you?! I used to look up to you!”
Rainbow Dash giggled.
“Looks like someone needs a huggie!” she said as she got up and walked towards Scootaloo, her diapered rear crinkling behind her.
“Stay away from me!” yelled Scootaloo.
Run damn it! Run!
She ran out of the nursery and to the front door. Interestingly enough, this time the door was closed and locked. Scootaloo began to look for anything that could unlock the door, but it appeared to only open with a key. As she franticly looked for any way to open the door she heard a voice behind her.
“Um … is there something I can help you with?”
Scootaloo turned around to see a familiar yellow pony.
“Fluttershy!” said Scootaloo in desperation, “What the hay is going on? What happened to Rainbow Dash? She’s gone all freaky and … babyish!”
“Oh yeah … I … guess she has.”
“This makes no sense! How did she get this way?”
“Well … um, I guess you could say I had a hoof in it.”
This is
not going to end well. At all.
“What?!” said Scootaloo hardly believing all of this. “You mean to tell me … that this is your doing?!!”
“Yes, I supposed you could say that.”
“But …but why?”
“Well … I wanted a filly of my own, and it seemed the obvious choice to turn my friend into one. We have never been happier. I also have other reasons for doing it that I’m not at liberty to say at the moment.”
Take the easy way out and adopt a foal or get pregnant! There, no psychological torture or drugs are needed. And what’s with “I’m not at liberty to say”? You’re not working at a top secret military research lab!
“That … is … sick!” said Scootaloo who turned around to find another way out of the door, looking to see if a key was hidden nearby.
“Sick” doesn’t quite cover the sheer WTFery and horror that is adult foal Rainbow Dash.
“And where might you be going, my little pony?”
Title drop, heh.
“I’m going to find help for Rainbow Dash! And you too!”
Without making a sound, Fluttershy picked up a nearby vase while Scootaloo’s attention was still focused on the door.
“I’m afraid it’s not quite time for you to go just yet,” said Fluttershy.
Scootaloo started to turn her head around, but she didn’t see the vase coming. It hit the back of her head knocking her out and shattering the vase into a hundred fragments. Scootaloo fell to the floor alive but unconscious, the floor littered with many bits of broken clay. Fluttershy approached and examined Scootaloo.
“Oh my!” said Fluttershy. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Scootaloo.”
WHAT? You smacked someone in the head with a f---ing vase while their back was turned! How is that not meaning to hurt someone!?
She picked up the unconscious filly and carried her down into the basement.
“I’m sorry, Scootaloo. I really am. It’s just that you have an appointment to keep and I intend to see that you make it. I don’t envy the headache you will have when you wake up, but I really hope that by the time we’re through, you will be much more understanding. That being said, I wish you luck.”
Oh hell no. This can’t get even worse.
Scootaloo did eventually wake up with a major headache. When she came to, she was in darkness and it smelled like pine all around her. Feeling around she realized that she was inside a wooden box or crate of some kind. There were some holes that let light and air, but otherwise she was trapped. She couldn’t help but wonder what had gone wrong with Fluttershy. She never knew the yellow pony to have ever done anything like this to anyone before … to her knowledge. Gaining her strength, she tried to push at the sides and top to see if she could open to box, but it was sealed. She tried kicking at the top but it did no good, although it did seem to move the box slightly. So she kicked to the side and box moved more.
Scootaloo kept up this kicking and the box did eventually begin to move more and more. What she could not realize was that the box she was in was on a high shelf and that every kick she delivered on the box pushed her wooden prison more and more over the edge. Eventually, the box finally tipped too much over the edge and down tumbled Scootaloo wooden box and all. The wood of the box was not very thick or strong, so it shattered upon impact and the little orange pegasus was freed. It took awhile, but Scootaloo did get up. She let out a long “ow” as she got her bearings straight.
So Scootaloo was nailed inside a wooden crate? Well, it’s less clichÈ than “strapped to an operating table.” I guess Fluttershy wouldn’t have cared if Scootaloo was killed or injured when she freed herself.
She looked around. She realized that she was in some sort of basement or storage area. The ground was pure stone and large boxes formed a sort of barrier that prevented her from exploring. Lights were few and far between. There was no natural light at all, only a few dim spotlights that dangled from the ceiling. One such light fell upon a lone antique phonograph with a piece of paper attached to it that said “play me”. Desperate for any answers even if they weren’t ones she would like, she cranked up the phonograph and set the needle on the cylinder.
The phonograph made some scratching noises before it finally spoke.
“Hello, Scootaloo. First of all let me apologize for knocking you out like that. Believe me when I say that none of this is without good reason. That being said, I want to play a game. The rules are simple. All you have to do is follow the path and complete the tests ahead of you. You will learn more about me and what I do and in the process I will learn what sort of pony you are. If you succeed, I can guarantee your freedom. Follow the markings and complete your tests in order. By the way, while you were unconscious I took the liberty of diapering you. Do not remove the diaper just yet as you will need it. Let the game begin.”
How long was Scootaloo out? I must have taken her some time to record all these messages. But still this is like something out of
Saw.
And with that the phonograph turned to static. In her disorientation she didn’t notice that in fact she was in fact wearing a diaper.
“Screw this,” she said.
And with that she ripped off the diaper that was on her flank and tossed it to one side. Looking around she noticed painted arrows on the floor illuminated by spot lights that indicated where she should go. Turning down a hallway she saw more painted arrows and dim lights and followed accordingly. There was occasional debris, but nothing dangerous. She couldn’t help but feel that this might have been like some sort of haunted house and that a skeleton or ghost might pop out at any moment to scare her. At least the atmosphere was fitting. She walked until she felt something wet going down her leg. Startled she looked between her legs.
“Gah! What the hay? I didn’t even feel it!”
The little filly was urinating and uncontrollably at that. Understandably agitated, she shook herself off when the urine stopped. Walking a bit further down the hallway she saw a little table with a box and a note on it. The note said, “In case you don’t follow the first instruction.” Scootaloo opened the box and looked inside.
“Figures.”
Scootaloo reached into the box and pulled out a fresh diaper. Realizing that Fluttershy wanted her to play by the rules and that she had no way of knowing whether or not she was incontinent, she decided to put it on despite how strange and immature it made her feel. Once she was done she continued on her way and soon encountered a red painted arrow pointing to a door. The door had red painted words on it that said “Feel as I feel” on it. Pushing the door open she stepped inside.
At least Fluttershy’s kind enough to ensure her “victim” doesn’t get diaper rash. Or suffer a loss of dign- wait, Scootaloo’s been nailed inside a crate, forcibly diapered and now has to play some sort of twisted game. How could this get worse!?
The act of opening the door pulled on a string that activated a mechanism that caused a series of lights to go on in the room. The first light illuminated a nearby wall full of photos. In each photograph was an image of a different pony, each in diapers and in a playful pose. Each photograph had a name and date on it. Looking through the photographs Scootaloo was surprised to see many faces and names she recognized like Pinkie Pie, Big Macintosh, Soarin’ and Twilight Sparkle along with others she didn’t recognize like Derpy Hooves, Cupcake, Flying Sparks and Bon Bon. Next to all the pictures was a list with names and dates along with a number assigned to each one. Then a light illuminated on a phonograph which began to play automatically from the same mechanism that turned on the lights.
What? The whole town’s in on this? What did she do? Use her legendary stare on them?
And the image of Big Macintosh and Soarin’ in diapers… hand me the bucket!
“Hello, Scootaloo. What you see before you is a wall of my precious memories. Every photo is a record of one of my cherished times with one of my past babies. Long ago I discovered that I had an interest in infantilism and age play. It brought me so much joy. I wanted to share this joy with as many ponies as possible, so I devised the number system. When a pony’s number comes up, I approach them and explain what it is I want to do with them for one night. Most of think the idea is a bit weird at first, but I eventually convince the vast majority of them to try it. Even then, act of age play can be difficult for first timers. So I took up alchemy and in time devised a special chemical that in small doses temporarily removes inhibitions and induces an infantile state. A foal formula. I call it ëfoalmula’. It is odorless, tasteless and dissolves in most liquids. In my passion I made two rules. The first rule was never to abuse foalmula to force my interest on another. The second rule was never to practice age play with actual foals. But recently I broke both rules, the first with Rainbow Dash, and the second with you. The reasons why will eventually become clear. Now for your first test …”
Did you make those rules just to break them? Yeah, Screw the Rules, I have Foalmula!
The rest of the lights went on and the door behind Scootaloo slammed shut and locked. Scootaloo was startled by the slamming door, but her attention was quickly drawn to a mechanical plate on a pedestal near the far wall with a mirror on it. The plate was a connected to lock mechanism on a nearby door. Next to it was a box full of colorful pacifiers. On the wall behind it was a sixty second clock that was also connected to the mechanism.
“I imagine you’re feeling stressed right now. One thing I have found calming in times of stress is the simple act of suckling on a pacifier. So I have provided you with a whole box full of them. The device with the metal plate will unlock the door next to it, but it needs a special kind of key. The key is found in one of the pacifiers in the box and it can only be used when it is suckled on. In order to exit the room, you’ll have to find the right pacifier, bring it to the plate and suckle over it. I also provided you with a mirror so you can see how cute you look as you try each pacifier. Don’t take too much time to admire yourself, though. Take a good look at the canisters in the corners of the ceiling …”
She really put a lot of thought into this. She has no children, how did someone not notice that she was buying hundreds of pacifiers?
And the mirror, that’s just cruel.
But hey, at least she’s got the decency to try her own pacifiers.
Scootaloo looked up in corners of the ceiling. In each one was a canister with the words “foalmula” painted on it. They were hooked up by wires to the device. Scootaloo gulped when she saw them.
“If you fail to open the door within the allotted time, the doors will remain locked and a special gaseous form of foalmula will be released into the room. I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen to you if you breathe it. You have sixty seconds to exit the room. Live or die … oh, wait … no, I shouldn’t say that. That’s just mean. Um … oh, I know! Live or try! Make your choice!”
Yeah, Fluttershy’s channeling Jigsaw.
Soon afterwards, the cylinder of the phonograph stopped and clock began to count down. Sixty seconds. Realizing that this was serious, she ran to the box, picked up the first pacifier, ran to the plate, popped the pacifier in her mouth, put her snout over the plate and suckled on the pacifier. She couldn’t help but see herself as she did it in the mirror. The sight of it was humiliating but the door did not open. Spitting out the pacifier she looked at the clock. Fifty seconds. She had to work faster. She grabbed two, ran to the plate and tried one after another. No go, she tried another two and another two. Nothing happened.
Forty seconds. She worked as fast as she could, suckling pacifier after pacifier. The action became almost autonomous and despite all the pressure that was on her, the act of suckling the pacifier was soothing to her which aided in her quest to find the oral key. Thirty seconds. Scootaloo was really beginning to panic as every pacifier was a different color and she couldn’t tell if there was supposed to be a correct one she was looking for. She just tried one after another. Twenty seconds. The box was half empty and pacifiers littered the floor, but the door was not opened. Scootaloo began to cry but kept at her task. Ten seconds. Scootaloo pulled out a pacifier that was at the bottom of the box, popped it in her mouth, brought it to the plate and suckled. The door opened. Without spitting out the pacifier she ran out of the door and it closed behind her and locked. Scootaloo sat on the floor, still suckling the pacifier that brought her freedom, resting for awhile.
So Fluttershy’s graduated to making the victims break themselves?
When she had finally calmed down she took out the pacifier and examined it. It was orange with a purple shield and a butterfly on the front. It was her colors. She looked back at the door she came through. There was a piece of string tied in a circle and taped to the door. She pulled down the string, tied the pacifier handle with a cow hitch in the string and hung the pacifier around her neck. She had already discarded her diaper before and it met with disaster. Considering the unpredictable nature of the game, she didn’t want take any chances even if she couldn’t foresee needing the pacifier. Getting her bearings straight, she looked around her. She was in a hallway with another set of arrows and at once set to follow them, not knowing where they would lead.
Fluttershy really thinks of everything.
As Scootaloo walked further down the hallway, she noticed a bunch of photos that were hung from strings that were attached from wall to wall like clotheslines. Looking at some of the photos she saw ones of Fluttershy and other ponies together and dressed up in foal outfits. The participants in photo looked so happy, but they still made the little filly feel really weird. As she walked down the path she wondered if she was still in Fluttershy’s house. Granted she had never been in the yellow pegasus’ basement before, so it was impossible to tell, but it still seemed really strange for someone like Fluttershy to have all this in her house.
How did people not notice this basement of horrors? You’d think one of the worker ponies would blab about it. Wait, maybe she regressed them too.
Eventually she came upon yet another door that had “Do as I do” painted in red letters on the door. Considering the words of the previous door, she was not looking forward to whatever was on the other side of the door. Still Scootaloo got her courage up, opened the door and stepped inside. It wasn’t dark inside but Scootaloo had a hard time figuring out what the room was. As before, the door closed behind her and she saw what appeared to be a changing table, a wardrobe, a diaper pail and a crib. Coming from the crib were a series of wires connected to a monitor of some kind that was letting out a constant beep and had a bright red light.
Horror filled Scootaloo’s heart when she realized that the crib had an occupant, a sleeping occupant who was waking up. The pony in the crib let out a yawn and stretched. Coming closer Scootaloo could make out the features of the pony. She was a unicorn with a white coat and a purple mane. She as dressed in a rather infantile yet frilly pink dress that completely trimmed with white lace. Then Scootaloo gasped when she realized who the unicorn was. Rarity opened her eyes but she didn’t look happy. She looked rather cranky. She turned to Scootaloo, looking at her in a way that Scootaloo had never seen.
ARGH!
“Mommy? Is that you? I need a grownup!” said Rarity.
Rarity began to cry and the monitor began to beep faster and faster.
“Rarity? Not you too! And what the hay is that machine?”
Suddenly a phonograph in the corner of the room turned on and once again Scootaloo heard Fluttershy’s voice emanating from it.
“Hello, Scootaloo. If you’re hearing this recording it means you passed the first test. Congratulations! Now for your second test. The pony in the crib is a very good friend of mine. You might know her normally as ëRarity’ but here she is known as ëPrincess Prettypants.’ Isn’t her dress cute? Custom made adult foal wear by her. She and I often have had a lot of fun together and she has agreed to help me in this test. She has been given a small amount of foalmula which has temporarily reduced her to an infantile state of mind. Even as a foal, she never liked getting dirty and it just so happens that she has messed her diaper which is making her very cranky. You can see it in the monitor she is hooked up to which measures her heart rate and stress levels. This monitor also controls the door lock mechanism. Simply stated, to open the door, you will need to bring her stress levels back to normal and do that you will need to change her diaper. Don’t even think about disconnecting the monitor from her either as a flatline will cause you to fail the test. Everything you need is there at the changing table. Live or try. Make your choice.”
Yeah, Rarity agrees to aid in unlawful imprisonment. And wouldn’t someone notice the adult foal wear she’s making? On top of that she’s willing to soil herself. WHY WOULD RARITY DO THIS?!
And here’s more Jigsawshy
The phonograph stopped but Rarity looked far from stopping. She was crying and clearly agitated. All this was very weird for Scootaloo and the thought of changing an adult pony’s diaper was not pleasing to her. But she knew that somehow she had to past this test. Realizing that the door would only open with lowered heart rate and stress, she wondered if she could possibly calm Rarity down without having to change her diaper.
“Uh, Rarity? I … really don’t want to do this. Can we discuss this like … er … grown ponies?”
“Mommy? My diaper’s all icky! Could you pwease tange me?”
Scootaloo put her hoof to her face. This was not going to be easy.
“Okay listen, Rarity …” said Scootaloo.
“Pwincess,” said Rarity.
“Come again?”
“Pwincess. I’m Pwincess Pwettypants.”
“Okay fine. Fine. Princess Prettypants. Can you get out of the crib and up on the changing table so I can change you and get this test over with?”
Rarity huffed and shook her head from side to side.
“Dun wanna,” Rarity pouted.
“You don’t want me to change your diaper?”
“No. Wan mommy to tange me. Dun wanna weave my cwib.”
Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, it does.
Scootaloo sighed. Realizing that she didn’t have the strength to pick the pony up and put her on the changing table, she decided to do things Rarity’s way. From the looks of the monitor, she was not calming down anytime soon. Scootaloo approached the crib, looked around and noticed that the crib was of the drop-side variety. Realizing this she pulled the side down, resting it on the floor. Now she had complete access to Rarity and saw the detail of her adult foal dress as well as the collection of stuffed animals with her. Rarity looked at Scootaloo smiled at her but was still quite fussy.
“Okay. Sit tight for a moment,” said Scootaloo.
Scootaloo ran over to the changing table and grabbed as many supplies as she could, bringing them over to vicinity of the crib. She brought baby wipes, talcum powder, a new diaper and she moved the pail closer. Then Scootaloo climbed into the crib. Rarity was still as fussy as ever.
“Rar … I mean … Princess Prettypants, I’m going to need you to lay still for me while I change you. Can you do that?”
Rarity stopped fussing for a moment and looked to Scootaloo.
“I can twy,” said the big baby unicorn.
Scootaloo nodded and lifted up the unicorn’s dress. One look at her diaper and it was obvious that she needed a change both from sight and smell. Scootaloo really did not want to do this, but she had little choice.
“Okay, here we go,” said the little orange filly.
Scootaloo opened the diaper.
“Ewww … how do real mommies deal with this?”
It took awhile, but Scootaloo took a deep breath, removed the diaper, wrapped it in a ball, and tossed it into the diaper pail. Then she took a baby wipe and cleaned the adult foal unicorn as much as she could. Rarity appeared to be enjoying this highly. Once Scootaloo was done, she applied some powder and took out the new diaper. Unfolding it, she placed it under Rarity’s croup. This was no easy task considering that Rarity weighed much more than she was used to lifting. Still, she managed to get the new diaper on Rarity and secured the tapes in place.
Let’s hope Rarity doesn’t remember this when she returns to her normal state.
“There! All better!” said Scootaloo.
Scootaloo put Rarity’s dress back down, put the baby wipes and talcum powder away and slid the door of the crib back up. The monitor was still beeping rapidly, but not as much as before. Scootaloo let out a sigh.
“I changed your diaper!” said Scootaloo. “What more do you want from me?”
“Sing for me, mommy?” asked Princess Prettypants.
“Ugh! Okay, fine. Uh … what was it that Fluttershy sang?
Scootaloo thought for a moment, cleared her throat and began to sing albeit not nearly as well as Fluttershy or Sweetie Belle did.
“Hush now, quiet now,
It's time to lay your sleepy head,
Hush now, quiet now,
It's time to go to bed…”
“Uh … that’s all I remember,” said Scootaloo
It seemed to be working, however. Soon enough Rarity was beginning to get herself comfortable and seemed to be drifting off into a nap. The monitor began to slow it’s beeping until eventually the light on the monitor turned from red to green. The door mechanism unlocked. Sighing in relief, Scootaloo walked toward the door, stopping only to look at the resting Rarity.
“Have to admit she’s kinda cute like this,” she thought.
Cute? An adult pegasus regressed into the mind of an infant and dressed in infantile clothing isn’t something I’d call cute. I’d prefer “unsettling”.
Scootaloo opened the door and stepped outside. She still was wearing the diaper and pacifier and wondered in the back of her mind if she should have given them to Rarity. Putting it out of her mind, she continued on, wondering what her next test would be.
“After all this, I hope it’s something simple like say, kill one of my friends.”
