"You'll have to eventually Twily." Pinkie chirped.d She placed Smarty Pants once more in Twilight"/ hands. She grabbed some toys, mostly blocks, from the toy chest, and placed them in the playpen. Pinkie sat nearby, watching the playpen.

Twilight pouted adorably for Pinkie and was soon busy at work playing with blocks. Something about them now was fascinating and kept her easily entertained while Pinkie watched her. She wondered what all Pinkie wanted to do though.

Pinkie herself was thinking it over. Her mind, as usal, raced with ideas. The party pony hummed to herself. She stared at her marefriend playing, smiling warmly. "Here Sparklebutt., she placed some crayons and coloring books in the playpen, and sat right outside it.

Twilight looked at the coloring books. "You want me to use the coloring books mama?" She asked, curious as to what Pinkie was up to. "Or are you up to something now?"

"I want you to use the coloring books sweetie." Pinkie smiled. She absentmindedly kicked her shorts off, leaving her in just her loose tank top and skirt. This also revealed she had gone commando under her shorts. "Just color, and mama will watch." She began munching on some chocolate.

Twilight shrugged and picked up the coloring books and went to work coloring the picture of a puppy. She was pretty good at coloring things like that.

"Stay in the lines Twily'" Pinkie reminded, she laid back in the chair. She was wondering if atwilight,s regressed body would react to her bare marehood or not. Tell mama if you need a diapee change, or I'll have to check." She smiled.

Since the hormones for her sex drive weren't there, she didn't really notice it. She was busy coloring and that was her world right now. Even if she did notice it, she'd have to wait till she was big again to do anything.

Pinkie watched Twilight, humming to herself. She placed some blocks and plastic buildings in the playpen. She munched on a cookie as she watched her mare friend at play.

Twilight switched the position she was sitting in and quickly began coloring once more. A few minutes later she held up a near perfect coloring of a puppy. "How's this mama?"