I open my eyes to the shaded dawn that my room is enraptured in. With a yawn and a quick eye shutter I slowly start to familiar myself with my surroundings.

Yep. Same old foalish decorated room, same old foalish blanket, ugh! I try not to think about it too much, I think that’s what really puts me in a sour mood nowadays, I’m starting to notice just how much the little things are delaying my day.

Ha! I wonder if I would be more productive, or do nothing productive at all without them? It seems to be the only thing my life thrives off of anymore.

Well, no. I shouldn’t say that, that’s inconsiderate. I mean my friend’s still mean a lot to me, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Cookie. They’re always doing stuff with me still… maybe I’ll pay them a visit today?

Wait, yuck! I forgot to do something! I spit in my trashcan, damn drool it’s disgusting.

I removed the blankets that lay heavy over my body, an over bearing cold swept through my fir as I stood up and stretched.

I’m kind of looking forward to autumn to be honest; it’ll be nice having a more temperate bedroom. Mr. and Mrs. Cake kind of over compensate for the summer heat, understandable I guess?

Making an invisible target with my mind I set up a keen position on the floor for me to land on. I balance my stance and make a jump. Of course, I over compensate and land straight on my face… ouch.

Whatever, I just need to walk it off. I think I have a pretty good goal; go to Rarity’s then to Cookies. They’re the only two ponies I trust right now; well, other than Rainbow Dash. Dashie is going to be in the Flight academy for the next couple of days I think?

I think maybe today I will try a new style? Something more ‘elegant’ as Rarity would put it.

Trotting over to my closet I mind my pace making to stay on my feet this time. I open the shutters to the array of dresses, shawls, scarfs, hats, and other attire for yours truly.

I’m usually not too much into style but granite it’s so early and I have a whole week to myself to think, I’m confident I can do it!

Standing in front of the mirror I take the brush I had at hoof and start striking down at my puffy mane. It hurts; I bite down on the sunhat I plan to wear. After around a good twenty minutes of tear inducing pain I think I got a pretty good separation in my otherwise curly hair.

I think I’ll take a bath…

I put the hairbrush and sunhat down a moment and stare at myself again in the mirror. I don’t know why but the same old goofy perm-style hair is getting old. I want to be more sophisticated, or pretty, or… normal.

I blink trying to get a mental picture of what I’ll look like with straight hair, I assume nice? It’s really quite a long shot, but I think with a decent amount of hair conditioner I might manage to pull it off!

I got really excited; I bolted out of my door faster than I thought was possible. I turned the bath’s knob, let the warm water pour into the tub, and watch the steam arise filling the air in a deep mist.

In all four corners of the pastel pink bathroom the walls had gathered condensation. I think I might have overdone the heat… oopsies!

Using my front two hoofs I leveled myself on the baths edge, I dipped one of my back hoofs in before having to retract it immediately. I just about burnt myself, ouch!

I stood back watching as the hot water slowly evaporated. Well that is until I remembered the bath also has cold water… I’m so stupid. Running the cold for a minute or so I make the water much more comfortable.

I do a small hop; I over shot it a bit… I’m so stupid. Whatever; I’ll make sure to clean it up before I leave, until then I’m going to relax! Sitting my large rump down I lay back until nothing but my head is visible. I close my eyes for a moment.

(I want to imagine it, being in this constant warmth always. It’s like I want to share this with somepony else!)

I didn’t think too much of it though. I dunk my head into the water allowing every strand of my mane to get saturated.

I lifted my head back up from beneath the water, you know; because sometimes breathing is good. Haha! Anyway long story short I drained the water and started up the shower nozzle-thingy.

Of course I wash myself during the whole shower thing, what’s the point in bathing in filthy water? Baths are for Fillies anyway.

I take my time washing my body for once, ever since I stopped the constant parties I’ve noticed how much I like being actually clean. Like, I wasn’t ever really dirty, just… not clean?

Anyway now I take time to wash my body with actual soap, fancy soap at that. I wash down my legs, down my back (As much as I can), on my tummy, and of course on my… you know what? I’ll just skip that part.

I get done washing the soap off of ‘everywhere’ but notice a sudden temperature decrease. Remember how I said I don’t like waking up to cold morning air, well water is exceedingly worse!

I wash my mane with the shampoo, any volume it had from humidity is lost as the cold water showered my head. I cringed, I feel like I know how this going to end.

I put in conditioner (Too much I think) and start rubbing it all throughout my mane. I feel it, its weird creamy texture sliding up and down my head. I dip my head under the water and *Pompf

My hair is completely flat. I shut off the water, the less time I have to spend in it the better. I do another small hop, this time going out of the bathtub. I look around, I forgot my towel.

I sit on my sorrow behind and shiver for a moment before stepping out in the main base platform. There’s a rack by the bathrooms doorway that contains the towels, rags, and such. Maybe if I grab a towel and clean up the water no pony will notice?

I pull the bathroom door open, and that god damn air conditioning froze me on the spot! I cringed on the spot, looking up I saw Mrs. Cakes face.

Immediately I started to panic, I didn’t want to get the floors and everything dirty after all! I swallow and look at her really sad and I start to panic and I bable, “Oh, I’m really sorry Mrs. Cake! I didn’t mean to get the floors wet! I just need a towel and-“

Mrs. Cake cut me off. With a sympathetic smile she put her hand on my shaky right shoulder, “Pinkie, it’s alright deary. I know it’s just was just a mistake, no need to get too worked up alright hon?”

I smiled at her, she handed me a towel from the rack. I would’ve hugged her but I didn’t want to get her coat wet too you know?

I stepped back into the bathroom looking in the half-foggy mirror while I dried myself off. I kept rubbing my hair but it was no use, my mane lost literally all of its volume!

I hang up the towel up on the bathroom doors hook. I look back a moment taking in all the white marble colored furnishing. I hit the light switch and allowed the door to shut.

I trotted back to my room regrettably. (Why am I such a buckup?!) I stomp my hoof down on the solid wood floor so hard Mr.Cake yells from down stairs asking if everything is alright, of course I lie and say ‘yes’.

A cold silence was quietly filled with my own deep breathing, I have to put the damn hairstyle behind me and just see how I can improvise in my room.

Staring at me in the mirror was a different Filly than what I expected. This is good; no. No, this is better than good, it’s perfect!

I grin a bit brushing my right hoof gently through my new silky mane. I guess having to wash with cold water was good, I might not have the volume I originally wanted but in a way I like the results a bit more. It’s flat, err… straight, and it feels like silk, and whenever I try and brush it up or curl it falls immediately back to its original spot! Perfect, right?

Actually looking at it in a deeper recognition I look a bit more like I did when I was filly. I think it looks alright though. I’ve always been smaller than most mares my age and I amiably have a foalish face.

I grab the white sunhat I had next to the brush I dropped off earlier, and through a tricky maneuver I managed to land it atop of my head; perfect!

I looked at myself in the mirror, I posed. Putting my right hoof on my hip I winked at myself, I look pretty, and the bright sun is burning, and I’m going to see Rarity, and I’m excited!

My face broke out of its transcended gaze for a moment, I cracked a smile. I looked at myself one last time before squealing at bit in joy, I didn’t mind looking at the small mess I made around my room I just left.

I trotted down the ivory colored steps and into the busy morning kitchen. It smelled of coffee and donuts, quite wonderful I might say!

I snuck up behind Mrs.Cake and nuzzled her side, she looked back at me with a slight look of surprise.

Dropping a pan on a nearby solid wood table she beamed at me, “Why deary, don’t you just look beautiful today?”

I blushed. I really blushed! “Why thankyou Mrs.Cake, I just you know?”

She put a hand on my shoulder, “Needed a change of style? Well I love it, you so much… much more…?”

“Younger” I said?

She put her hoof on her mouth, “Not quite; you look more… relaxed”

I smiled, “Yeah, yeah; I guess you could say I feel a bit more comfortable with this hair. I umm… I feel…” I looked at a overlooking the wooden table.

(Younger like a foal. Wait, what did I just say? I don’t want to look like a foal I mean I look nice but-“)

“Pinkie dear?” Mrs. Cake put her tenderly on my shoulder, “You look beautiful Pinkie, you look more like a mare!”

I nod my head, I don’t know why. I’m stupid. I just kind of backed away from Mrs.Cake back checking to make sure the coast was clear, I sailed out the door.

My goodness was the sun rise bright today, Celestia really pulled off a spectical.

I walked a few blocks to Rarity’s fashion shop, I didn’t’ want to go in quite yet. Actually come to think of it, it opens around 9:00 A.M. I look towards the ponyville clock tower near the train station.

It’s about another 10 minutes until the shop opens up, ugh!

I slowly stepped up to the thatched cottage and laid back on it. My back and the wall seemed to be in a competition for what would get more uncomfortable faster. My back won.

I ignore the minor spinal re-arrangement and tip my white sun hat over my face. Something Applejack used to do back in the day whenever she’d rest.

I bit my bottom lip; ponyville was mostly vacant aside from a few bystanders. Store’s usually didn’t open until nine so I there wasn’t much reason to be out and about ponyville.

I traced a small heart on the side of the road with my forehoof, It’s quite odd when I think about it. Ponyville has been part of the Equestrian Kingdom for so long and we haven’t ever invested in cobblestone roads.

I know cobblestone is a rather pricey venture but I think it’d ad a bit of class to Ponyville, I mean Canterlot did it and look at all the business that opened up there. Not to mention Manehatten, than again Manehatten was made more out of concrete than cobblestone.

Hmm, I wonder what really keeps Rarity in Ponyville. She’s definitely got the credit and credentials to move to Canterlot, yet she stays in this working class little burg.

For that much I don’t know why Mr. or Mrs. Cake stays in Ponyville. I know there are a lot of bakeries’ in Canterlot but they’re notorious for their baking. The princess herself came there for her birthday celebration. I don’t know maybe everyone just likes living in a town where everypony knows your name, Celestia knows I don’t…

I heard it, a subtle sound in the distance of metal gyrating. I smiled as I did a small summersault and get back on my hoofs.

I trotted up to the door, using my head to push the door open. I raised my head and look around for Rarity, overhead I heard the bell ring.

In the backroom I heard Rarity’s quick footsteps followed by her always proper voice, “Welcome to Rarity’s Boutique where every garment is chique- Oh! Pinkie, how goes it darling?”

She caught me off guard, I was busy looking at one of her designs, “Oh, why I’m doing well.”

Raritys walked up to me and rapped her arms around my shoulders in a tight embrace, “Why I do say I love the hat, it really compliments your mane, speaking of which; did you straighten it?”

I took my hat off; I lowered my head, “D-do you like it?”

(She hates it doesn’t she? I know I shouldn’t have attempted a ne-)

Rarity smiled, “Darling I love it! You look like a proper mare. A bit different from your old style but it works!”

I blushed, I blushed and I kicked the ground, “Thank you Rarity, you don’t know how scared I was that you wouldn’t like it.”

Rarity looked sorrowful at me, “Why Pinkie, I’d never think such a thing.”

I retained the same concerned lip bite I subliminally developed.

She rested her hoof on my shoulder, “Listen Pinkie, you’re a beautiful mare. No matter how you style your mane, I think I and the rest of your friend’s would all agree.”

Rarity trailed off to one of her mannequin ponies, “Actually Pinkie would you mind being one of my models?”

(What she wants me to model, but I’m so clumsy, and dumb, I’ll make a mistake, I-I-)

“Sure.” I mutter nervously (damnit!). Rarity jumps for joy a bit taking the dress off the mannequin with her magic and resting it upon her back, “Why, I don’t know what to say Pinkie, thank you a lot!”

I smiled, “Awh, Rarity! You know I’m always there for my friends (Even if they’re not there for me), of course I’ll always help you out! Now when do I have to model, I was given this week off so I’m not sure if Mr. and Mrs. Cake will want me to take many days off afterwards.” My tone of voice dropped a bit. (I hope I’m not busy.)

Rarity claps her hoofs, “Yes!” she screams, “I do say that’s awful auspicious on my part, I just so happen to need a model tomorrow for a royal ball I’m attending.”

My eyes shoot open, my jaw drops, “What!” I scream.

Rarity cringes, “Well you see? I just so happen to need a model for display. It’ll be nothing too nerve racking on your part. You just need to walk around the ball room, hopefully make some light conversation, and kind of spread the word around about my boutique?” Rarity gave a BS grin.

I half smile, “Alright. Can you at least introduce me to a few people I’ve been having troubles umm…” I heard it. I swallowed and started to getting crimson faced.

Rarity hugged me; I rested her head in her chest as I started to sob. I felt her brush my mane, it felt… calming, almost re-assuring. She breathed in and out heavily, “Pinkie, of course I’ll introduce you to a few people. I’ve noticed you become more… Oh, how do I put this?”

A sound is weakly muffled by her chest, “Introverted?” I mutter.

Rarity smirks, “I suppose so, what has you so frazzled about everypony anyway?”

I raise my head from her chest wiping away my tears, I brush my hoof through my silky dark pink mane, “I’m just… I’m just tired of being the jester of this town you know? I’ve spent my whole life getting to know everypony, and now… and now since ‘she’ is gone have I realized they never really liked me much.”

Rarity walked past me, I could tell she was mentally analyzing every physical flaw of my body, I’ve come to learn when ponies do that. I hear her speak, “I’m sure plenty of ponies are glad to have meet you, it’s just before you seemed so one dimensional…”

(Boy, thanks rarity!)

I saw her purple mane brisk past the right side of my vision. She down beside me, and looked sideways. I looked sideways back at her and we locked eyes.

I could tell her eye’s seemed exhausted, the bag’s under them a dead giveaway. My own; well, my own I could feel were still visibly wet and a bit reddish.

She teared up a bit in her one eye, “Now you’re so much different, you’re more… mature. I went through the same thing a while back ago.” She nuzzled her head against the side of my body, “A simple mare living simple dreams, a rumor that’s not quite as it seems.”

I used my right hoof to pull her into a half hug, “Trust me I know Rarity!”

I looked at the tapestry she had on the wall and forward at the mirror projecting Rarity and I’s hug. I smirked, “Why did you pick me by the way, why not Fluttershy?”

Rarity brushed her mane to the side a bit to retain its shape, “Oh I’m sure you’ve noticed. Fluttershy doesn’t seem to stop by Ponyville anymore. I visited her the other day but all that isolation has made her even more socially awkward than before.”

I frowned, “Oh I see, maybe I’ll visit her sometime. Maybe she just needs help with something?” I look at my hoofs.

Rarity smiled one last time, “That sounds like a marvelous idea!”. She nuzzled against my side one last time before regaining a more independent stand.

Her and I conversed a little bit more about the arrangements and such to be picked up for the ball tomorrow. She told me “A carriage would be at your house at seven o’clock in the afternoon tomorrow to pick you up.” I gave her one last hug before and left. To be honest I’m still a bit curious of why she sympathized with me so much, oh well.

I trotted out the door leaving Rarity to the client that walked in mid-conversation of ours. It was alright though, she gave me a dress and let me borrow a saddle bag. It’s nice of her to be considerate like that, she even said I could keep the dress.

I checked the town clock dial, it was… 11 A.M … I was only in there for two hours… brilliant. At least I’ve still got Cookie’s to check by, I suppose he’s free around this time of day. Most people buy lunch about now.

So obviously I roamed the streets, kicking up dirt, avoiding eye contact that sort of thing.

(Hump! If it wasn’t for my cutie mark no one could tell it was me, it’s just a symbol of my past self. This ball is the first thing I’ve attended in months and it’s not exactly the kind of ‘party’ party. Actually I’m good with that, why would I want to go to a ‘party’ party anyway? All cupcakes and hardcider, a filly my age doesn’t need to be drinking cider anyway. Whoops, I meant mare.)

I notice a lot of ponies with unfamiliar faces past by me on the way to Cookies, it’s bizarre really. Ever since equestria opened its boundaries to foreigners Ponyville has been a booming city. I’ll even occasionally see a zebra, or even a changeling.

After a good 30 minutes of trotting through the dirt covered paths I arrive in front of Cookie’s shop. My hoofsies hurt, they feel burnt, hot, whatever? I stepped onto the small shaded wooden entrance way into Cookies shop.

I waited a moment letting my hoof’s turn less; well, red. I stepped up to the door, a turquoise modern wood style frame with four miniature style windows on the upper section. Cookie’s place is always so clean and tidy; I don’t know why his shop is always so quite. Then again I always see the same clientele here too. I don’t know; maybe some people don’t like the personal touch.

I examine the front door, a little white sign with red text reads ‘On break, closed”. That didn’t stop me though, I’m sure if Cookie wanted to see anypony it’d be me; right?

With my hoof I grip the doors handle, slowly I hear the mechanism do-hicky thing inside crank. The door lost its tension I pushed it in. Using my signature sneaking skills I managed to make it in the store without setting off the doorbell’s hanging overhead.

Like clockwork I turned around and immediately and snuck the door shut with stealth. Everything was silent around the store aside for the sound of rummaging boxes in the backroom behind Cookie’s counter.

I peek inside the little window on the door, I can’t quite tell who it is but I’m pretty sure it’s Rosebud and Cookie; yep, it is.

(What are they doing? Are they going out? Are they having sex? I thought I was, wait a second I think they heard me!)

Yes, Rosebud pointed at me through the doors tiny window, I awkwardly nodded. I watched Rosepedal gather a bunch of plastic/paper packaged goods into her saddlebag. Cookies assist her, what a gentlemen.

I watch as Rosepedal starts tearing up a bit anxiously, (What is she hiding) she bit her lip and sprinted out the backroom door. She bumped into me, but never once did she look back.

I saw it, one of the packages flew out of her saddlebag and onto the floor infront of me. With the bell’s tingling I knew Rosepedal was out the door.

I look back at a semi-pissed off Cookie, “What the hell is wrong with you Pinkie?!” he yells. I tried to look as ashamed as possible but in all honesty something really wasn’t right. I picked up the item awestruck by its contents, I looked at Cookie, “I’m sorry Cookie, I just wanted to surprise you is all. But, a-a pacifier?” I ask.

Cookie rubs his temple with his right hoof as her regains focus; a little less furiously he calmly exclaimed “Rose Pedal has had some personal issues I’ve been helping her out with. We’re not dating, we’re just long time friend’s is all. Now is there something you’d like to say?”

I stiffened up, “I- Is Rose pregnant?”

Cookie swallowed, “No, no. She’s- just- forget about it!”

My curiosity was hyped, if it wasn’t a foal she was looking after why’d would she need a pacifier. Hell, why’d be so secretive about the whole thing? I swallowed, “About Rose’s purchase or whatever, w-why did she get them or whatever?”

Cookie took a big breath in, “Alright Pinkie, you’ve got to promise not to bring this up with Rose if you see her again. You know especially considering you run into practically on a daily basis now.”

I nodded in agreement.

Cookie smirked, “Alright, Rose likes to- she’s into- she sometimes wants to be a foal!”

I suppressed a log laugh, “Oh!” I broke into a full laughter.

Cookie got upset, “Pinkie, this isn’t a joke. Rose has her own issues, serious ones. She’s described it, heart breaking scenes that have made me want to cry. But she told me when she’s wearing diapers she feels like an angel, innocent, like the world around her doesn’t matter .”

I got a little bit more seldom, “I uhh-“

Cookie sighed, he frowned a little bit “Rose… Rose has always.”

I nodded; my grin was gone “So is that why you’re always broke?”

Cookie laughed a bit, “Pinkie, I’m never broke! I happen to have a very rich family, I bought this shop a while back ago so I could help people; you know?”

I cocked my head, “But why a shop?”

Cookie laughed again busting out in a small grin, “Cause I studied years to become a phycologist and I couldn’t deal with it. I don’t want to be paid to do what is right, and sometimes people need a hero.”

I laughed a bit walking close to him, “Is that what you’d call yourself?”

He smiled, “Yep.”

We both shared a good laugh. I walked up to him and hugged him resting my head on his right shoulder. I chuckled a bit, “So Mr.Super Stallion, how about you take me to a ball tomorrow?”

He took my shoulders and held me at a forearms length, “Wait a ball, tomorrow?”

I nodded, “A prestigious one, meet me at my house tomorrow at say? 6:30?”

He smiled, “Al-Alright? I’ll make sure to wear something nice for you? Any specific color I should shoot for?”

I smiled gripping his forearms a little bit, “How about white?”

He smiled, “Got it.”

I bit my lip as he let go. I watched him stroll to the door pulling the sign from the window sill. He walked back behind the counter, “Oh yeah, is there anything you want? Like to buy?”

I blushed a bit; I sat back on my rump with my legs sprawled out a bit. My face felt hot, I couldn’t swallow properly, nervously I looked away from Cookie, “C-c-Cookie? D-do you m-mind if I had the umm…”

Cookie cocked his head at me for a moment. I could tell he was trying to figure out what I just asked.

I raised my right hoof shakily and pointed towards the backroom.

He smiled sympathetically, “Oh, you want me to get you?”

I blushed hard and nodded my head.

I watched him run into the backroom, He grabbed a green package that read “Sillyfilly 30Kg-45Kg” on the side. He put it in a black white leather saddle bag, walking over to me he put it over my shoulder and onto my back, “Free of charge” he said.

I rubbed the back of my head through the hat, weakly I uddered “Thankyou.”

Cookie smiled nodding up and down in what seemed to be an almost understanding manner; he put his right hoof on my shoulder again “Is there something wrong right now Pinkie? Maybe something on your mind?”

(Yes! I’m sad, I love you, What do diapers feel like? Why did I ask for some?)

I shook my head smiling weakly at him, “No, just… curious?”

He nodded trotting lightly back to his position behind the counter, “Want to keep the pacifier too?”

I blushed nodding up and down slightly.

He cracked a small smirk, “No problem Pinkie, I’ll see you tomorrow alright?”

I keep my same shy expression hidden a bit under my sun hat. I looked back cracking a small grin, I nodded up and down wearily. I wanted to run up and hug him right then and there but I was paralyzed with fear.

Stumbling out of the Cookies store and into the dirt road I noticed the streets had a bit more traffic. Oddly enough even the morning sky is populated; well, with clouds that is.

Hmm… It’s only 1 in the afternoon… buck.

I really should have stayed at Rarity’s longer? Actually no… I think things with Cookie and I went really well! Except for asking for the diapers… I was curious! I actually do think I’ll check them out more when I get home though.

*Well, fast forward around 5 hours. Literally nothing happened; I swear Ponyville is a one horse town. Actually I take that back because I must have bump into at least 20 bucking ponies strolling through the town.

If you were curious at all though I just went to the park, sat near the fountain near Mr. and Mrs. Cakes Corner shop for two hours and eventually I just gave up.

I actually tried to make some friend’s but every time I looked at someone they’d smile back and I’d get nervous. They don’t think I look goofy do they? Like a little foal or something? I’d just freeze in place and my lip would quiver, and then I would cry a little bit inside.

So as I was saying around six o’ clock or dinner time (At least for most families) I walked into the bakery.

I hung my head low, (Please don’t call me out, please don’t-) “Pinkie!” Mrs.Cake shouted. I cracked a small grin, in a low pitched voice I uttered a pathetic, “Hai.”

Mrs.Cake looked at me a moment longer. I feel so bad, she really does try to be motherly to me. She cranked her head, “Awh, Pinkie dear. Is something wrong, you look so… sad?”

I fake jovial voice, “Oh no. Not at all. I actually have a date tomorrow; Cookie and I are heading down to a Ball with Rarity.”

Mrs. Cake grins, “Oh Pinkie that’s wonderful! Isn’t Cookie that nice grocer you’ve had a crush on?”

I stared turned my head from her, blushing I muttered “yes.”

She hugged me, “Oh, I knew you had it in you Pinkie! I told you you’re a beautiful Filly; you just had to meet a colt as sweet as you!”

I blushed an even darker shade of red, “Cookie is pretty sweet”. Subconsciously I turned my head to look at the satchel he gave me.

She beamed, “Oh did he get that for you, it’s such a nice bag! Mind if I take a looksee?”

I back away from her, “Actually yes. I umm… I need to do something in my room. Ah in a minute!”

I sprinted upstairs galloping over steps at a time. I didn’t mind the noise; I opened the door and threw a very well-aimed of the contents of the bag under my bed.

I pranced back from my room downstairs, “Sorry Mrs.Cake, the one gift was a little something secretive you know? It was… private.”

Mrs.Cake raised an eyebrow, she smirked, “Whatever Pinkie, just don’t do anything to rash at this ball. I’m not sure what you had in mind, and now I’m not sure I want to know”.

I cracked a smile, “Awh, Mrs. Cake don’t be silly. It was just something Cookie gave to me that I kind of want to find the meaning to. He gave me something, we both are curious about what he gave me.”

I smirked thinking of the foal-esc diapers.

“Just something to comfort me, he promised it would.”

Mrs. Cake cocked her head to the side, “Oh, did he give you something soft? Uhh, what do they call those things? A plushy? Did he give you something like that?”

I smiled turning away from her, “I guess you could say something like that.”

She waved to me, “Oh wait Pinkie, would you like me to send some food your way?”

I was out of line of sight with her. So I just shouted, “Yeah sure! Just give me a second to rest alright? It’s just been a long day!”

(That was a lie)

To be honest I don’t have a real good answer to why I wanted to go to my room. I just always come back here when I want to feel… safe? It goes without doubting my life has been hectic ever since I moved away from my family’s old farm house.

(It’s difficult being a filly my age) I hung my sunhat on my door hook, (Without ‘her’ I really don’t have much motivation to keep going, she was in all honesty the most caring of all of us. Maybe she’s just moved on.)

I crawl up my bed with the saddlebag still rapped around my waist and Iay down resting my back squarly on my dreaded foal blanket. I really need something to do, maybe I should draw?

*Knock Knock Knock.

“Come in!” I yell.

“Why here Pinky I made you a sandwich; l lettuce and tomato just like you like it right?”

I nod keeping a small grin planted on my face, (Oh, buck!) I looked to my right were the small diapers I got were. They were just barely visible haven fallen half way down the hole between my bed and the wall but they were still visible.

My face got a little bit hotter, I started sweating. I could feel it, my body got tenser, I noticed every detail around my room. The small cracks in the ceiling, the barely visible wrinkles on Mrs.Cakes face. Everything is moving in halftime! (How do I explain this to her if she finds out, what do?!)

She sat on my bed; her rump was a few inches away from my face. She put her hoofs on her lap in the exact manner Mr.Cake did yesterday.

She looked at the ground. With a small sigh she looked at me, “Pinkie, Mr.Cake and I have been talking about you. Well more specifically; the way you’ve been acting. We’ve noticed you’re being a lot shyer-which isn’t bad! But; we thought maybe you’d benefit if you wrote down your feelings a bit.”

She handed me a small leather cased journal from under the sandwich tray. She leaned in kissing me on the forehead and setting the sandwich try on my bed stand.

Trotting away from my bed she opened the door and exited the doorway, she turned her head and gave me the most adorablely motherly smile I’d ever seen; “Goodnight Pinkie” She said.

I smiled calmly as she closed the door shut. Taking a bit more caution this time I waited a minute or two until she was downstairs then I inched to my doorway.

I reached for the doorknob and locked it, that was one too many time’s she almost saw the diapers.

I slowly paced back to my bed, finding myself once again crawling up its childish bedding for balance as I make my way on top of it.

I found myself sinking back into the beds heavy covers once again trying to get comfortable. I open my muzzle, reaching the left side I clamp onto the diapers’ rubber packaging with my teeth.

I bring them up with my hoofs as I roll back on my back. I hold the diapers above my head before resting them on my tummy.

(What am I doing? This is stupid, what’s wearing a diaper going to do for me? I’m just going to get caught and have to explain myself to Mrs. and Mr. Cake!)

I hold it. It’s light green packaging reflecting off of my bedrooms lamp. I turn down my curtains. Turn on my ceiling fan. Pick up the pacifier.

I rip the bag open taking one of the puffy white undergarments from it’s perfectly pristine condition.

I swallow as I look at it. I feel embarrassed. I am embarrassed. Why did I ask for this? I don’t want this! I don’t know why I want this! What happens if they find out I want this?!

I calm myself, everything moving in half-time again I feel the diapers soft material. This wasn’t like the cake twin’s diapers, it wasn’t cotton. Like some sort of space age material.

I felt myself gently unwrapping the diapers monstrous being. It was huge, and every time I unfolded it a bit more I could hear the crinkling. If it doesn’t alert Mr. and Mrs. Cake I don’t know what will.

I managed to get it fully unwrapped, still laying on my back I held the diaper up. It’s like a mini flag, a little symbolism to what it all really meant.

I dropped the diaper on the bed. I rested the front part over my ‘privates’ and raised my bottom to bring the back of it around my rump. I wrapped the front tapes to the back securing the diaper around my waist.

My face is burning up and I don’t know why. I lost my appetite, I don’t want to talk. I get off my bed and look at myself in the mirror.

Heh. I actually don’t look bad; I actually look kind of… cute. I smiled. What was I worried about? It’s just a diaper, it’s… it’s… its kind of silly really. I looked at myself smiling, I laughed a little bit. The diaper actually looked a little bit cute on me, and don’t get me started with how comfortable it is.

I sat down; it’s like a little pillow for my tushie. I sat there a moment enjoying the comfort of it; I decided I wanted to get comfortable. I walk up to my bed grabbing the pacifier I threw under it on the way there.

When I was on top I kicked the diapers to the side of my pillow, I pushed them down the hole. I took the pacifiers packaging, with my teeth I knawed the thing open.

Like the package of diapers I threw the pacifier package down the side of my bed too.

Question is, am I really going to use a pacifier?

(I don’t see why not.)

I stuck the pacifier in my mouth. It was akward at first but after awhile sucking on it became automatic and rhythmic.

I Laid down a moment, gasping for a moment of what I just did. Maybe Cookie knew something? Maybe that’s why he gave me the diapers. I mean I did ask for them but still.

I felt tried closing my legs a little tighter only to have the diaper’s bulgy padding push them apart. I laughed a little bit. It’s not anything terribly special but I like it. It’s serial, and just a little bit comforting.

I close my eyes and yawn.

(What time is it? Eight? Wow that’s the longest day I’ve had in a while.)

I sneak my body underneath my foalish blanket. I rustle my legs a little bit; I needed to re-assure myself that the diaper between my legs was real.

I closed my eyes and started sucking on the light pink pacifier. Under the warmth of my blanket’s, and the comfort of diaper; my eye’s grew weary.

I cracked a smile, a real one. I couldn’t help it, I didn’t want to either. I was content just existing for a moment without any worries…

Author's Note

So yes! The long waited second chapter to "Pinkie Pie's Obsession" is out!

Feel free to comment asking questions or about grammatical error's as long as it's in a constructive manner!

I hope you guys have enjoyed the chapter and I will publish a new one in (4-10) days!

Have a nice day! ~ Oliver_England