Rarity was entirely confused when she woke up beside Coco Pommel.

Mainly because she had given Coco the bed, insisting she'd survive a night's sleep on the couch. After all, Rarity was merely tagging along to help give Coco some pointers on the dresses she was going to make.

Which is why it was so odd to find Coco's hooves gently wrapped around her.

Literally around her. Not at her waist. Not at her hooves.

Coco's hooves themselves were massive compared to...well, Rarity herself!

What is going on?!

Rarity struggled to escape, explaining as nicely as possibly, "Coco, I apologize, but I don't exactly find this sort of bonding appropriate between friend-"

Coco had been woken up by her 'daughter' squirming and babbling around, cooing as her eyes lazily opened, "Awww, did we have a nice sleep, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart?!

"Darling, you must understand this. In the least rude way I must inform you that I like stallions. St-all-ions."

To put it bluntly, Rarity was probably coming off as rude, but she didn't want to lead the poor mare on.

Coco simply smiled wider at the foal's little outburst of incoherence, then promptly picked the little one up, cradling her in one hoof as she checked her diaper.

Rarity was caught off guard by Coco's unannounced strength, but was even more disturbed by the feeling of something crinkling down below.

When she had managed to push herself from her cradled position enough to note the white infantile padding, she screamed.

Well, wailed.

Coco took control of the situation, placing the tiny darling on her shoulder, rubbing her back as she whispered, "It's okay, it's okayyyy. Shushhh. Mommy's here."

Rarity, on the other hoof, didn't really care that Mommy was there, exclaiming through the tears, "What's going on?! Why am I a foal?! Who'll look after my store?! Why is this diaper so blaseeee?!"

Coco, minutes after the tantrum's start, had managed to quell the storm brought out for no reason.

She looked Rarity in the eye as she giggled, "You were just being Mama's little drama queen, weren't you?"

Rarity frowned at that, recounting her actual foals days in a huff, "I'll have you know I was a perfect angel growing up. Unless I didn't get my way. Right then. And, there. With no substitutions."

Coco stuck her tongue out at the foals's sour face before bringing them both out of bed to get ready for the day.

...

After an exhaustive activity of being toyed with by putting on cute dresses, which never had the decency to at least cover up her diaper, Rarity was now set up in a frilly blue dress with pink trim.

All in all, not a bad time playing dress up...aside from the part where she was still trapped in the body of a foal, forced to wear diapers, and talked down to constantly.

Coco didn't bother to get dolled up in anything fancy, preferring to not take the spotlight from the dresses she had assembled for her show.

That, and her foal harness needed room, of which Rarity was now aware of as she was suddenly strapped, tucked, and clicked into the protective tethers that she guessed would be her home for the foreseeable afternoon.

Coco then piped up, "And, don't worry, my dear darling. You won't be stuck with mommy at her boring work! You're going to the daycare right down the road from me! Bet you'll have more fun than me, huh?"

Rarity felt a sudden urge to cry again as she guessed wrong. Again.

Author's Note

I decided to crank this chapter out after several hours of animating and drawing. I hope it turned out well enough. I'll try getting into the groove of posting these chapters more frequently. Comments really get me in the mood to write, so feel free to give me your opinions.