Return to fake roots

After lunch, I was forced to take a nap, and sleep for, I think, an hour.

But since I needed only 5 hours or so of sleep, and wanted to keep reading, I did not take it well, and tried several times to sneak past their surveillance. Not that was going to succeed anyway, even with my small frame, since I wasn’t a sneaky guy in my human form.  It was easy for the Apples to catch me.

The whole thing would just have been annoying and extremely boring, if it wasn't for some “pearls of wisdom” coming from Applejack.

“You need to take your nap every day, if you want to grow up smart and strong.”

Pity, I was already smart and strong, at least in the body I actually grew up in. I looked like this because Fate made a blue light appear, dragged me into this situation, and, since Fate is very, very immature, decided to have fun with me and turn me into a foal. And there we were.

“If you don't sleep now, then you will not be able to sleep tonight.”

Great insane troll logic, Applejack. One day maybe you will challenge Princess Celestia in trolling. But you don't fool me. I need only five hours of sleep in each twenty-four, and I had already slept for five hours, if not more.

And getting drowsy later wasn't a problem for me. After all, we are talking about the man that needed to wake up at dawn every day of the year, if he wanted to eat something for breakfast. I had been doing that ever since I was three years old. Even if I was unsteady for a time after waking up, soon after my body would be completely functional.

But, anyway, Applejack finally managed to make me give up trying to exit the room, and she bid me goodnight while closing the windows.  And so I was forced to wait... or was I?

I saw in the dim light a huge sack of books and notebooks.

Clearly, Applejack forgot the fact that I shared the room with Apple Bloom, and that she still had her books in it. Eventually, the filly was going to enter the room and take out her school material to do her homework.

Why was this important for passing the time?

Because, maybe, Apple Bloom was going to take out the books, notice that I was awake, and, somehow, change her mind about where do her schoolwork. And maybe I could help Apple Bloom, since I did already complete grade school. Helping the filly with her schoolwork seemed a needed act of kindness, after all she did for me.

And so I waited in my crib, for a time that seemed endless.  I scratched my head from time to time, and spent time trying to tell what object I was looking at in the limited light coming from the door and window. Sometimes I looked at a lamp, sometimes t a shelf, sometimes at a picture hanging on the wall.

Yes, I was that bored. You would be like that too, if you were stuck in a room, waiting for something that was going to happen soon, but, since you are not aware of the passage of time, you couldn’t know exactly when it would happen.

After such a tense period of waiting, finally the filly entered in the room. She opened the windows, and saw that I was awake, but I was not mad towards her. She smiled, and said “Hey Venicio! Sorry, I can't play with you right now... but after I finish my homework, we can play!”

I took the momentum, and rolled down, ran towards the desk with the books, took a book entitled “The colors, the magic”, and opened it.

Apple Bloom wasn't impressed, and said a bit more sternly “Venicio... not now!”  She tried to kick me off the desk.

Offended, I took a pencil, and quickly wrote “I'm trying to help you!”

Naturally, since I wasn't very good at hoofwriting, it looked like shit, but it seemed readable.

Not to Apple Bloom, though.  She clearly dismissed my writing as a bland attempt to mimic her, and told me to quit asking to her to play. I kept saying that I was trying to help her do her homework, and maybe improve her knowledge, since I had at my command the knowledge of 13 years of successful scholarship.

The argument kept going, and going, until, finally, I gave up, and let her do her business without my help.

I thought that was the end, and I was going to stay bored for a seemingly infinite time if I stayed any longer in that room. So I climbed down from the desk and moved out the room.

As soon I exited the room, my body finished digesting my lunch, and made me soil my diaper without any further warning. Feeling the crap splattered all over my now hairy bottom, for the first time in so many years, felt extremely uncomfortable, and in all honesty, I wanted to cry. But that would be unnecessary, so I decided to go to the bathroom, and try to change my own diaper.

I tried to move silently towards the bathroom, trying not to get caught by Applejack or Big Macintosh. Even if this task was made more difficult by the fact I had mess all over my bottom, a bad sensation that I was not used to.  Every step made me felt dirtier than the step before, and I knew that, now that I moved myself, I risked getting a bad rash if I hesitated for too long to change myself.

And so I moved, calculating each step, trying every time to prepare myself for the bad sensation. After a long walk that, in my eyes, made the forced marches described by Caesar in “Commentarii De Bello Gallico” pale in comparison, I finally reached my goal, and prepared myself to be cleaned.

I looked around, searching for a pack of diapers and a can of baby powder on the shelves of the bathroom, and I found them quite easily. The problem was reaching said items, since I was too short and not very agile on my own.

I looked around me, searching for something to climb to the shelves where the supplies were stacked, but I found very few things: a tall soap box, a little metal stepladder, and the series of handles on the little drawers near the shelves. That was all I had to reach my goal.

Sighing, I took the stepladder, placing it near the drawers, leaving a little space to place the soap box.  I then placed the box in this space, and then tried to climb the drawers. I was so focused that I didn't see someone coming.

When Big Macintosh entered Apple Bloom's room, he was worried by the absence of Venicio, who wasn't in his crib anymore. And, as the stallion recalled it was Venicio’s naptime....

He asked Apple Bloom if she knew where Venicio was, and she answered that, after a failed attempt to get her attention, he exited from the room.

The stallion felt a cold sweat as he heard the news.

Big Macintosh started to fret about where Venicio was, and if something bad had happened to him. It wasn't a true sense of caring towards the gray colt. Although he would feel bad if he let a family member get hurt, he was more worried about the eventual reaction from his sisters.  Applejack would likely scold him even if it was Apple Bloom's fault that the door was open.  Little Apple Bloom would start to go crazy if something happened to Venicio.  It was not a good situation, since he hated arguing and things like that.

And so the stallion started to look around the house, trying to hide his worry from the eyes of the other members of his family.

He ran towards his bedroom, but saw that the door was locked. It was unlikely that Venicio entered a locked door.  The doors to every other bedroom were also locked.

For some reason, Big Macintosh doubted that Venicio went downstairs, and so he was left with only one option, the bathroom.

He moved towards that room, and finally found his adopted brother. He was climbing the drawers, and looked like he was about to fall down.

He ran towards him, grabbed him by the tail, placed him on the floor, and scolded him, saying that what he was trying to do was quite dangerous, and might have ended with him getting hurt very badly.

Venicio answered. “Il signor Big Macintosh è pregato di andare alla stazione: il treno 'Sono indipendente' lo aspetta.”("Mister Big Machintosh it's needed at the train station: the train 'I am indipendent' is awiting him)

The stallion sighed: he still didn't understood what he was saying to him, but, in all honesty, he didn't care.

Then the red stallion smelled something coming from Venicio's bottom. Yes, Venicio needed a diaper change, and, for some reason, he was trying to do it by himself. It was an interesting sight, watching a foal try to change himself.

But Big Macintosh could not let him do that, so he took him again, placed him on the changing table, took a diaper and the can of baby powder and did what he had to do.

Sometime later, three mares approached the Apples’ house. One was pink with a curly mane of the same color, another one had a yellow fur and a light pink mane, and, finally, the last one was a cyan pegasus mare with a mane of all the colors of the rainbow.  Their names were, respectively, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash; they were invited by Applejack to “celebrate” the end of the harvest at Sweet Apple Acres, and to have some time together after a long spring where  each pony had worked hard at their jobs.

After a long walk, the group of mares finally reached a bench with some food on it, with a smiling Applejack standing nearby. They greeted each other, sat down, and talked about anything and everything.

After some random chat, Applejack noticed the absence of her fashionista friend, Rarity, and the freshly-crowned Princess Twilight Sparkle. Since she wasn't very involved in the gossip going around town, and since she wanted to know what her other two friends were doing, she asked “So, any news from Twilight and Rarity?”

“Twilight is fine, AJ, she is simply submerged by the red tape and politics, and her fretting for doing things,” Rainbow Dash said. “For now, until she gets used to doing some things very fast and without thinking too much about them, she will be imprisoned in her library.”

“She isn't imprisoned there! She is simply blocked in, signing boring paperwork, and she is doing it super slowly!” Pinkie Pie said.

“And that's kinda a self-imposed incarceration... not that she wasn't self-incarcerated somewhere before anyway,” Rainbow Dash continued.

“Not very kind on your part Rainbow Dash, but I guess that's the truth,” Applejack said in a reprimanding tone. “And what about Rarity?”

“Rarity? No one has seen her in a few days, and what Sweetie Belle says she’s doing isn't probably something we should put much faith in,” said Rainbow Dash.

Fluttershy broke her silence. “What does Sweetie Belle say about her sister?”

“She says that she is trying to strangle the cat to create a new dress….”

Fluttershy gasped.

“But I'm certain that's just a foal's imagination,” Rainbow Dash said. “Rarity’s probably in one of her 'creative periods', the ones where she’s gone mad with inspiration, forgetting about the health of herself and her sister….”

“I think we can all agree that’s probably what happened!”

The four friends laughed, and, at the end of their laugh, a squeaky voice was heard coming from the house.

“Ave, Omnia Malum; Caelestis Arcus Cursus; Roseus Panis et Pavidum Ventilatum! Venicio sum: quomodo alicui prosum vobis quivi?”  ("Greetings, Applejack; Rainbow Dash; Pinoie Pie and Fluttershy ! Iam Venicio: how can I serve ?")

Everypony looked for the source of the voice, and saw who said it: a gray colt with a light brown mane, somewhere between five months and a year old.

“Ahem... this is Venicio... he is the newest member of my family,” Applejack said, a bit embarrassed. “I found him in the fields, looking for somepony.”

Venicio exited from the door, and moved towards Fluttershy, saying, “Pavidum Ventilatum, quomodo tua vita geris?” ("Fluttershy, how it's going on your life ?")

While Venicio sat down near the yellow pegasus, nuzzling her body softly, Fluttershy asked “Uh, what is he saying, Applejack? I've never heard anything like that.”

The orange pony answered. “I have no idea, Fluttershy. He talks in his own language, and, frankly, I don't understand a darn thing.”

“Me neither! But it seems like a 'welcome' message for us, and that is the only thing that matters here. Look, give me time, and I will organize a party for him!” Pinkie Pie said.

“I've heard a language like that somewhere before,” Rainbow Dash said. “It was in some boring bureaucratic situation, but I don't remember anything about it. In fact, I didn't understand anything that pony said!”

Applejack was surprised. “You say that you heard that language somewhere else, Rainbow Dash?” she commented.

“Yes, but I can't help you at all. Sorry, it was a long time ago.”

“Do you remember, at least, a tiny bit?”

“Nope, AJ, not a single word,” Rainbow Dash said.

At the last phrase, Applejack sighed in annoyance. She still knew nothing about Venicio's language.

I was utterly disappointed. No Rarity and no Twilight Sparkle, the only ponies that could, to some degree, understand me, and help me in escaping from Equestria, since they were, most likely, educated mares. Why this ?

From that bit of dialogue, I learned that Latin actually existed in Equestria, but it's the language of either diplomacy or the arts. Either way, it was good news, because I now had a common language. Instead, I got Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie.

They were nice ponies, but less than useful when it came to helping me.

It wasn't a terrible defeat, though: simply, the “right pony” surely wasn't Applejack, nor were Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy or Rainbow Dash.

But I was a foal, so I had no choice but to stay with her. And only God knew if I was going to meet other ponies that could help me in my quest to escape.

Anyway, the meeting with the Mane 4 was still pleasurable, from the point of view of their hospitality. Between the sweet words cuddles from Fluttershy, the weird sense of joy and playfulness that seeing a baby younger than her brought out of Pinkie Pie, and the warm indifference of Rainbow Dash, I had nothing to complain about. Yes, I did have the meeting of my dreams, even if there were some twists.

After a long time, they finally dismissed, and returned home: in mean time, I didn't noticed the, now familiar, warm sensation in the crotch...