The Stroller

As the sun sank below the horizon and the purple tinge of twilight wormed its way onto the edges of the dark blue night sky, a lone pink baby stroller rolled gently down the quiet, lamplit streets of Canterlot. The golden glow of the streetlights coated the stroller's satin ribbons and silver trim in a gentle warmth.

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Inside was a purple alicorn nestled awkwardly into the padded confines of the stroller. Her face flushed with sleep and quiet serenity. A thick, crinkly diaper peeked out from under her frilly onesie. Her limbs were wrapped loosely in pastel fleece and warm blankets.

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Pushing the stroller was a tall figure dressed in an elegant, old-fashioned princess dress. Their movements were smooth and deliberate. Oddly serene. Like someone fulfilling a ritual rather than a task. A soft lullaby hummed quietly from a music box affixed to the stroller's handle, mingling with the gentle rhythm of wheels on concrete.

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Twilight let out a muffled gurgle as her eyes slowly fluttered open. Above her stretched a canopy of stars, twinkling cheerfully in the deepening sky. At first, the beauty of it stilled her breath. Then the chill of the unfamiliar crept in. Something was wrong.

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"W-wha? Where am I?" She thought, panic beginning to swell in her groggy mind. Her heart pounded as memories surfaced: the polished oak of the princess's study, the warmth of tea freshly poured, her sister-in-law's eyes lingering moments before her vision blurred into darkness.

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A sudden, sharp turn in the stroller jolted Twilight from her thoughts. Her body shifted slightly, just enough to realize something worse--she couldn't move. Not properly. Her arms were bound at the wrist by soft, padded cuffs, gathered securely to the sides of the stroller. Her legs, too. were snugly wrapped, tucked in such a way that made resistance futile.

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Twilight whimpered at the realization. Her mind raced as a thousand scenarios and possibilities swam through her head. Was this an invasion? Had she been kidnapped? Where was Cadance? Where was Princess Celestia? Where were her friends? Was anyone looking for her?

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Her heart now hammering in her chest. Twilight strained to lift her head, only to find her neck resisted by a subtle pressure. A cushioned restraint behind her neck. Gentle in its hold, but firm enough to prevent her from seeing anything beyond the hood of the stroller.

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A warm, syrupy fog crept through her mind then. Hazy and oddly soothing. Like honey slipping over her thoughts, coating her panic in something sweet and sluggish. The air itself smelled faintly of lavender and talcum powder. Each breath coaxing her into the stillness.

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"What's happening?" Her mind echoed faintly.

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But the question was hard to hold onto and threatened to slip away at a moment's notice.

A voice murmured something soft and untellable above her. It sounded comforting, but it did a little to abate the Alicorn's worries. A light, cerise hand reached down and brushed her cheek, tucking a stray hair behind her ear with the practiced gentleness of someone who’d done this many times before.

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Twilight's eyes fluttered again, half-lidded now. She let out a small, involuntary whimper. Her limbs, her mind, none of it felt like they were under her control anymore. Her thoughts felt sluggish and unfocused. Even though she had tried to resist the lullaby and coddling of her unknown caretaker, she knew she was losing.

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A soft giggle floated down from above, low, sweet, like wind chimes caught in the spring breeze.

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“There she is~ There's my precious sleepy girl,” her caretaker cooed, their voice a gentle lilt that seemed to stroke the edges of Twilight's consciousness. “You’re safe now. No more worrying, no more questions. Just breathe for me, sweetheart.”

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The purple alicorn blinked slowly, lashes fluttering as her vision swam. The words sank in like warm milk, deep into her subconscious. She wanted to fight them, to demand answers, but her tongue felt thick, her thoughts distant, echoing like footsteps in a vast, foggy hall.

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The voice sounded familiar. Almost familial. A soft click followed, a subtle, mechanical sound. Somewhere near her ear, a different, faint melody began to play. A soft, spiraling lullaby: delicate notes layered with gentle voices that pulsed in time with her heartbeat.

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“That’s it,” the caregiver whispered, their tone dipping into something softer, almost melodic. “Just listen, my sweet Twilight. Let the music help you drift. It’s okay to feel fuzzy. It’s okay to be still. That’s what good girls do, isn’t it?”

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Twilight's fingers twitched against the cuffs, but it was more reflex than resistance. Her head lolled slightly to the side as her lips parted in a breathless sigh. Something warm and tender bloomed in her chest—uninvited but insistent. The fear was still there, but muffled now, tucked behind the cocoon of the stroller, behind that lulling voice that made her feel small.

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“I know it’s confusing, Twilight,” the voice continued, as a hand gently traced circles along her cheek. “Waking up in a new place, not remembering how you got here. But you don’t need to worry about that anymore. That part of your big, grown-up brain can rest now. It’s already falling asleep, isn’t it?”

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Twilight whimpered again, this time softer. The caregiver’s hand moved lower, smoothing a wrinkle in her onesie, then gently patted the front of her thick diaper with a motion that was more affectionate than clinical. The lullaby continued to tickle the alicorn's brain.

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“You don’t need to be big right now. You don’t need to think, or move, or even understand. That’s not your job anymore.”

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A silence stretched between them after that. A low, gentle silence that dulled the senses and relaxed the mind. Twilight's mind sank deeper as her vision blurred, and her resistance crumbled. The alicorn realized the fog wasn’t just in her head. It was in her body, too.

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Her muscles had slackened; even her breathing matched the tempo of the lullaby now, slow, steady, and helpless.

The stroller lurched again. She could feel it now. Not just the turning of the wheels, but the rhythmic rocking of the frame, the way each bump in the cobblestone road sent a soft jostle through her seat, nudging her deeper into that syrupy haze. Each gentle sway unraveled her thoughts more.

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“Good girl,” her caretaker murmured, just above her ear now. “You’re doing so well already. You don’t have to try so hard. Just let it happen. Let yourself melt, little by little. You’ll feel so much better once you’ve let go.”

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Twilight's brow furrowed faintly, a single thought struggling to pierce through the quiet. "This isn’t right…"

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But before it could finish forming, the caregiver leaned in and whispered something so soft, so intimate, it bypassed her mind entirely and spoke straight to the bones of her being:

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“Down, down you go. Deeper and deeper… safe in your stroller, safe in your little mind. My baby girl, just as you were always meant to be.”

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Twilight's eyes fluttered closed again, not in sleep, but in surrender.

The last thing the alicorn heard before the world melted into warmth was the faintest sound of a pacifier clicking gently between her lips.

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The stroller continued onward. Navigating cobbled streets that glistened beneath the soft blue light of the moon, washed clean by a gentle rain hours earlier. Ornate lampposts lined the streets, their iron frames curving like calligraphy, reflecting the night's twilight in gorgeous blue tones.

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Twilight's caretaker walked at an unhurried pace, each step steady, purposeful, yet unburdened. One hand on the stroller’s handle, the other occasionally adjusting the delicate sunshade above Twilight's head. The world around her was reduced to distant sounds and drifting dreams.

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The city moved around them like a painting come to life. Elegant buildings of quartz loomed overhead, trimmed with gold domes and flower-laced balconies. Fountains murmured in the plazas. Crickets chirped in the open squares where street musicians played quiet strings that never reached Twilight's ears.

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A pair of palace guards bowed politely as the caregiver passed through a colonnade arch. A trio of foals giggled by a bakery window, pointing at the pink stroller with wide eyes before their parents ushered them along. The scent of fresh bread and lilac drifted through the air.

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The pair paused briefly in a secluded garden terrace high above the city, where ivy curled along shiny quartz walls and butterflies danced in silence. The caretaker adjusted Twilight's blanket, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, then resumed the stroll as a bell tolled from a distant tower.

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Only when the moon had shifted halfway across the sky and the streets had quieted into a lull did Twilight stir.

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“There she is,” The mysterious caretaker cooed, her voice a silken murmur wrapped in sunshine and sugar. She leaned closely, her smile bright and warm, as if Twilight's sleepy little face were the most precious thing in all the world. “My sweet sleepy girl~ Did you have a nice little nap?”

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Twilight blinked, her brow furrowing faintly as she adjusted to the moonlight, the sounds, the awareness. Her cheeks were flushed and rosy, framed by the edge of the blanket and a soft curl of hair that had stuck slightly to her forehead despite her caretaker's best efforts.

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The caretaker brushed it away with infinite tenderness, fingertips feather-light. “You looked so peaceful. Just riding along like a little princess in her carriage,” she said, bending down slightly to press a gentle kiss to Twilight’s temple. “Dreaming sweet baby dreams, weren’t you?”

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A soft hum escaped from Twilight around her pacifier—a sound of contentment, of comfort, perhaps just a hint of curiosity as she slowly came back to herself. Her eyes found her caretaker's face, and something inside her clicked. Recognition, trust.

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She had seen this face before. Twilight's nose scrunched slightly, then her fingers twitched beneath the blanket. A sleepy sigh rose through her chest. Her lashes fluttered, uncertain, like waking flowers. The haze returned, tugging at her memories, pulling her down once more.

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"Did you sleep well?" Her caretaker asked softly. Twilight felt the tension in her muscles fade as she slumped into the cushioned seat of the stroller. Her diaper crinkled softly from the motion. The music box's melody lingered in her ear. The bliss threatened to overwhelm her.

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"Mmmfff~" Twilight let out a muffled babble as her head nodded sluggishly in response. Her head lolling adorably to one side.

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Her caretaker let out a soft giggle, "That's good to hear~ You make Mommy so proud!"

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A wave of pride rushed through the alicorn as she relaxed even more than she already had. Her thoughts hummed faintly in the distance as a realization overtook her. That was why the voice had sounded so familiar, it was Mommy's voice!

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"Mmmhhmmmmm ~" Twilight babbled once more. The revelation sent a jolt of joy through her limp body.

Twilight's caretaker gave a final kiss on the forehead before straightening up and reaching for a discreet little panel tucked into the side of the stroller’s hood. With a soft [i]click[/i], a thin screen unfolded in front of Ashley’s reclined seat, angled perfectly for her sleepy gaze.

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“There we go, sweetheart,” she said in a hush. Her fingers danced across a few subtle buttons. “Something pretty to watch while Mommy continues our little stroll.”

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The screen flickered to life with a gentle chime, its glow soft and pastel-toned. A series of slow-moving shapes began to drift across the display—clouds in cotton-candy pinks, gentle spirals of lavender and teal, stars that twinkled with a rhythm just slow enough to lull.

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Soothing chimes played in the background, layered with whispers of lullabies in a language that felt more like emotion than words.

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Twilight's eyes widened as her pupils dilated, then softened. Her gaze locked onto the display almost immediately, the pacifier between her lips bobbing gently as her suckling slowed to match the rhythm of the screen. Her limbs relaxed fully now, slack in that comfortable, trusting way that only littles reached when they felt perfectly safe.

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The screen shimmered—twirls of bunnies chasing butterflies, clouds forming shapes that bloomed and dissolved like thoughts. The animations moved just unpredictably enough to keep her captivated, but always circled back to the same soothing patterns. Her breathing slowed. Her thumb twitched once beneath the blanket, but didn’t rise. She was content.

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Mesmerized.

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Distracted.

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Her caretaker smiled fondly at her, one hand brushing along the top of Twilight’s head before returning to the stroller’s handle. “Good girl,” she whispered. “Just keep watching those pretty pictures for Mommy.”

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Twilight felt her consciousness flutter, a fragile leaf caught on a gentle current. Resistance melted away entirely, replaced by a delicious softness that spread through her like warm honey. The edges of her world blurred into a haze of comfort and safety.

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The hypnotic screen’s soft swirl of colors pulsed steadily, each gentle rotation drawing Twilight deeper into its warm embrace. Her eyelids felt impossibly heavy, fluttering like delicate petals caught in a slow breeze. Thoughts that had once raced and tangled now drifted apart like clouds dissolving into a vast, pale sky.

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Her breathing grew slow and rhythmic, each inhale and exhale syncing perfectly with the undulating waves of color before her. The sharp edges of reality blurred and softened, melting into a soothing blur of pastel light and gentle sounds. Time stretched and folded in on itself until all that remained was the tender hum of the stroller’s wheels and the steady pressure of the pacifier resting between her lips.

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Inside her, the knot of stress and doubt unwound, replaced by a blissful emptiness that felt like sinking into the softest bed of clouds. Her mind slipped, unwinding thread by thread until it was nothing but a warm, peaceful fog, a gentle lull that wrapped around her like a favorite blanket.

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Twilight's fingers loosened their grip on the blanket, resting limply now against her soft onesie. Her body went limp, heavy and pliant, as if gravity itself had softened its pull. The world outside, empty streets, distant voices, even the steady push of the stroller, faded behind a veil of sweet, mindless calm.

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And then, the warmth bloomed.

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Slow and natural, it spread between her legs—a wetness blossomed without warning, without shame. Her body released the tension she hadn’t even realized was still there, a surrender so complete it only deepened the haze engulfing her.

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The alicorn sighed softly, lips parting around the pacifier in a silent moan of relief and release. The wet warmth seeped through the soft padding beneath her, a tangible proof of the blissful little space she had slipped into, untethered from worry and care.

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Twilight moaned again, feeling the warmth spread across her crotch as the final threads of her conscious thought were cut. There was nothing left to hold onto.

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"Well, well, well," Cadance cooed, leaning over the side of the stroller with a gentle smirk. "Looks like someone had an accident~"

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Twilight babbled happily in response as her eyes fluttered closed. Her heavy eyelids sealed her away from the world. She tumbled gently, utterly, into mindless bliss, safe, small, and wrapped in the tender embrace of Mommy's hypnotic spiral. A beautiful world where nothing mattered.

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She never wanted to leave.