Shining Armor giggled gleefully as the block floated and bobbed before his eyes, swaying gently in Cadance’s magical aura like a teasing treat just out of reach. His Mommy and Caretaker watched him with soft, loving amusement as he reached out with clumsy fingers, only to fall short again and again.

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His hands waved in the air with sluggish effort; every attempt thwarted by a strange, warm laziness that wrapped around his limbs like a cozy blanket. Each time he got close, a dreamy heaviness would settle into his arms, causing them to drop limply at his sides with a defeated plop.

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Cadance chuckled sweetly at his efforts, the sound light and melodic. Shining’s lower lip pushed out into a dramatic pout, his ears folding back.

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“Caaadaannnnccceeeee!” he whined in a slurred babble, his voice full of exaggerated frustration. “Thaaat’s nooo faaaaair!”

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The princess brought a hand to her mouth, giggling into her fingers as she watched him sulk. “Oh, Shiny~ Don’t be such a fussy little foal,” she cooed. “Why don’t you give it one more try for Mommy, hmm?”

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“Mmmmngghhh...” Shining Armor grumbled, shifting where he sat on the padded play mat. His thick diaper giving a noisy [i]crinkle[/i] with each little wiggle, “I [guess... buh’ it still not fair!”

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Cadance rolled her eyes fondly, setting the block down just in front of him with a theatrical flourish. “Go on, little mister,” she encouraged with a sing-song tone. “Give it one moooore try~ For Mommy?”

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Shining huffed again but reached out anyway, his brows furrowed with determination. His fingers closed in, trembling a little as they neared the block—and this time, to his astonishment, they made contact. He clutched it in both hands, staring at it in wide-eyed disbelief before turning his elated expression toward Cadance.

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“Momma! Look, Momma! I dids it! I really dids it!” he squealed, bouncing slightly in place as he waved the block triumphantly above his head.

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Cadance beamed with pride, clapping softly with exaggerated delight. “Very, [i]very[/i] good, sweetheart! Such a clever little colt. Now,” she said with playful importance, “can you tell Mommy what that block says~?”

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Shining Armor nodded rapidly, his whole body still buzzing with excitement. “Uhm, uhm... dis one says—” He turned the block slowly in his hand, curiosity shining in his gaze.

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His fingers brushed over the smooth wood, feeling the faint grain beneath his touch. His senses probed with a kind of curiosity only a child can possess. Then something caught in the light—a glowing pink spiral etched deeply into the surface. The spiral wasn’t static; it shimmered gently, as if breathing, pulsing rhythmically like a slow, steady heartbeat.

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"Uh..." Shining froze. The words caught on his tongue like thorns. His heart fluttered erratically, a small knot of confusion tightening in his chest. A flicker of something unfamiliar stirred behind his eyes—an uneasy whisper just beyond reach. His mind struggled to grasp it.

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Why did the spiral seem to move? Why did it feel like it was watching him, probing, calling? It wasn’t just a toy. It was something else—something more.

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The block lit up, glowing brighter and brighter until the spiral seemed to spin right off the surface. Shining’s pupils dilated. His mouth fell open. Then, slowly, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped forward into a deep, blissful trance. A thin ribbon of drool slipped from his lower lip, glistening as time seemed to dissolve into a pink fog.

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He was aware—and yet not. Seconds passed like hours. Or was it hours like seconds?

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Then, just as suddenly, it cleared.

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He blinked awake to find himself seated in the middle of a softly lit nursery, surrounded by plush toys, rattles, and plastic building blocks. Everything smelled of lavender and baby powder. The room was quiet—almost too quiet.

“Buhhh... wha’... what happened?” he murmured, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

 

His thoughts were cottony, and Mommy was nowhere in sight. What... what had just happened?

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The soft jingling of a mobile above drew Shining Armor’s attention upward. Little stars and moons spun in slow, lazy circles, their glow casting pale reflections over the nursery floor. He blinked, still dazed, his thumb instinctively finding its way to his mouth.

 

He suckled lightly, grounding himself, trying to process what had just happened.

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There was no block now—just toys and the distant chime of lullaby music playing from somewhere unseen. The crib he sat in was far too big for a baby, but just the right size for [i]him[/i]. Cushions lined the bars and plushies piled high in the corner like sleepy sentries.

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“Momma...?” he called out softly, his voice barely louder than a whisper, trembling not from fear, but from a deep, aching need.

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The silence answered first, followed by the gentle [i]swish[/i] of a curtain being drawn back. A soft pink glow spilled into the room. Cadance stepped in gracefully, her horn alight and her eyes sparkling like the morning sun. Her expression was calm, warm, but her presence made Shiny feel small... safer somehow.

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“There’s my little prince,” she cooed, walking over and kneeling beside him. She gently wiped the drool from his chin with a lavender-scented cloth and kissed his forehead. “You drifted off for a moment there, sweetheart.”

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“I... I did?” he mumbled around his thumb, brows furrowing. “There wuz a glow... a thingy... then... toys...” He looked around the room, confusion swirling in his eyes like mist.

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Cadance giggled softly and tapped his nose. “You just had a teeny tiny daydream, Sweetie. The special kind that helps little minds slow down and listen.”

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She reached over to a nearby shelf and picked up a new block, this one a pastel blue with a silver spiral embossed on one face. She placed it gently into Shining Armor’s lap. “This one’s extra special, my little colt,” she whispered. “Why don’t you take a look?”

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Shining Armor blinked at the block, then glanced up at Cadance. Something fluttered in his chest—a flicker of nervousness, thin and ghostly. He couldn’t quite place it. Everything had felt so natural until now: the diapers, the bottles, the silly little games. All part of a life that felt both familiar and strangely detached.

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Then his eyes drifted back to the spiraled block. The spiral spun slowly, almost lazily, but with a purpose that tugged at something deep inside him. A soft pulse radiated from its center—subtle, rhythmic. Without meaning to, he stared. And as he did, a faint blue spiral shimmered across his vision, like fog parting under moonlight.

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That’s when he saw it.

Not the spiral. Not the nursery. The visor.

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Shining's breath hitched in his throat. His mouth formed a silent "O" as realization crept in—not like a sudden burst of clarity, but a slow, creeping awareness that chilled him to the core. There it was, clear as day now: a sleek, snug band resting across his face, its soft inner glow pulsing in sync with the spiral.

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He hadn’t seen it before, hadn’t even thought to look. But it had been there all along.

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Words he hadn’t noticed before gently scrolled across the inside of the visor, just beyond the edge of his vision—warm phrases of encouragement, reinforcement, praise. Paired with the soothing hum of lullaby music, they wrapped his mind in a soft blanket, quieting the part of him that had begun to stir.

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"Be good... relax... baby is safe... baby is happy..."

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The spiral continued to spin, and with each turn, the sharp edge of his awareness dulled a little more. The moment of realization hung in the air, brief and trembling, before beginning to dissolve, like a dream slipping away the second you try to hold it.

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He reached up slowly, clumsily, fingers brushing against smooth plastic and padded straps. It was real. It had always been real.

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Drool flowed from his mouth as his tongue rolled out and his legs spread themselves in preparation for what they knew was coming. His diaper crinkled loudly as his cock flared and pressed against the soft fabric sending shivers of pleasure jolting up his spine.

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He hadn't agreed to this; Mommy had forced this on him against his will. Why had he agreed to this? He knew his wife had had some crazy kinks, but nothing like this. Cadance's gentle smile warped into a devious one as the visor continued its assault.

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The music swelled, rising in intensity—then, without warning, the words across the visor flickered and changed. Shining Armor blinked, startled, as a new mantra flashed before his eyes: Sink, obey, drool. Sink, obey, drool. Sink, obey, drool.

 

The unexpected shift hit his mind like a wave, catching him off guard.

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The mantra pulsed in time with the music, each repetition sinking deeper, branding itself into his thoughts. His teeth clenched, and his hands trembled. His movements grew slow and lethargic, the realization of what he had once been quickly fading.

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His jaw went limp as he reached out toward Cadance, babbling incoherently, the last flickers of resistance slipping away. The stallion's cock throbbed against his padding sending a chorus of crinkles echoing across the room. Reinforcing his desire to wear diapers.

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"Hnnggggg! M-mommmy!" Shining babbled as his eyes crossed and more pre-cum squirted from his cock crashing against the soft embrace of his diaper.

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He was an adult, he wasn't a baby. This wasn't right. He needed to tell her, tell Mommy he didn't want this, that he could hold his messes and speak like a real grown-up! He tried to fight the visor, to resist its call, but found he only sank deeper into its control.

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The world around him began to fade away as he tumbled into the blue vortex, hearing the gentle music and whispers of encouragement. He was falling asleep again. His muscles grew loose and limp as he crouched down, slumping in place in front of his caretaker.

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Shining's jaw unclenched as a loud Pssshhhhhh rang out, and his bladder emptied into his diaper. The delightful warmth coated his pelvic region in a warm, satisfied embrace. "Ma maaaaaaa!" The royal captain slurred as he felt a hand caress his hair.

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"That's a good boy, Shiny~" Cadance said with a sickly sweet voice.

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"Let it all out and relax for Mommy~"

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Shining Armor moaned, nodding in agreement as he felt his remaining thoughts float into the distance, never to be seen again. Why had he been so resistant to this in the first place? Mommy was here to help him after all! He didn't need to think or use effort.

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Thinking was for grown-ups! He wasn't a grown-up; he was a helpless baby who couldn't control himself or think for himself. That's what the visor was for: to remind him that no matter what, he was to obey and listen to his caregiver.

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"Bwaaaahhhhh!" Shining moaned as euphoria rushed through his body and he came hard into the front of his diaper, staining it with thick ropey strands. All remnants of resistance collapsing into a bottomless void, as the pristine stallion freed himself of all worry, responsibility, and woe.

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He never wanted to leave, never wanted to be apart from Mommy again. This was the perfect life for a little like him, safe and loved. And if he was good, Mommy was sure to let him taste her sweet milkies.

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Cadance smiled warmly as she watched Shining Armor slip once more into the mindless, regressed state she had nurtured so carefully over the past few months. He was absolutely adorable like this—so sweet, so helpless—and she often found herself wondering why she hadn’t done it sooner.

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The hypno visor had turned out to be the perfect tool.

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It had started simple. Late one night, she’d quietly slipped the device onto his head while he slept. Just a test, she told herself—something harmless. But the moment she saw how naturally his mind responded, how easy it was to steer his thoughts with gentle suggestions and soft lullabies, she knew she’d found something special.

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The visor became part of his bedtime routine before he even noticed it was there. Night after night, its gentle spirals and calming affirmations worked their magic. At first, she only gave him the tiniest nudges: reminders to smile more, to be more relaxed, to let her take the lead.

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Then came the babyish thoughts—how soft diapers felt, how comforting it was to be held, how nice it was to not have to think. He didn’t resist. Not really. The changes crept in slowly, subtly soothing and quieting the parts of him that might have questioned.

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There had been one close call, however.

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One night, he’d stirred in the dark, fingers reaching for the visor, trying to remove it. For a brief, terrifying moment, Cadance had worried she’d pushed too far, too fast. But she'd stayed calm, whispered soothing reassurances into his ear, gently stroked his hair, and adjusted the spiral’s intensity.

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His eyes had easily glazed over again, and the tension had melted from his muscles.

After that, she became more methodical. She scheduled his naps with the visor on, reinforced his babyish behavior during the day, and rewarded every slip into submission with affection and praise. It became a cycle—one he didn’t even realize he was part of.

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Within a few months, her husband had completely forgotten he was even wearing the visor. It had become part of him, like his rattle or his pacifier. She could dress him up in any number of cute, foalish outfits without fear of protest, and he happily played all the silly, childish games she and Twilight used to enjoy.

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Now, he was everything she’d wanted: obedient, soft, and wholly dependent. He drank warm milk from his baba without question, giggled through his diaper changes, and toddled around without the faintest trace of shame. And best of all—he never asked why.

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He never questioned where the strong, assertive captain had gone. Because he didn’t remember, whenever the tiniest flicker of awareness dared to surface, the hypno visor would lull him right back down where he belonged. Mindless, docile, and obedient.

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Shining Armor was hers forever. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.