I open my eyes, the room’s pink walls make my vision focus a bit more; specifically on the brown/turquoise cupcake wall decoration I have.

I crack a small grin, I really don’t want to move you know? I look at the clock on my bedstand… it’s 8 A.M. Well seeing as I’d have another 9 or so hours I’m going to blow before I go to the dance I guess I could head back to bed.

*Yawn – “Wha?” I exclaimed

I forgot I was sucking on a pacifier, darn near swallowed it there, haha! I pucker my lips again and retract it back to my mouth.

Funny; my mouth doesn’t seem to be dry, or bloody, or yucky. I suck the pacifier a view more times, it taste sweet. Just like cupcakes… you know? Like the ones that are on my wall.

Hehe, I really shouldn’t be enjoying myself this much but I feel alive; like I really want to be alive.

I moved my rump a little bit adjusting my position in bed, why is it so hard to move my legs? Oh that’s right, I’m wearing a diaper haha! I forget.

It’s so warm right now, like I’m really comfortable. Every inch I move I can feel the friction, well everywhere except where my diaper is. I prod the back of the diaper with my hoof, it feels funny; like there’s an extra blanket or something between my legs. I love it so much.

I spent the next 40 minutes or so squirming around trying to get comfortable. I stuck the pacifier back in my mouth, I nuzzled up to my pillow more, but I couldn't kill an overwhelming urge of mine… I really need to use the potty.

I tried crossing my legs and attempting to relax again but that did me no good, everything I attempted was meaningless. No matter what I still have to pee, and really bad.

I’m well aware I’m wearing the diaper and that is what they’re for but am I really going to have an accident? I mean I’m already in a diaper, and I have more, and I’m really comfortable; so, why not?

I stopped clenching my hoof to my pillow and relaxed my ‘area’, I felt it. It was warm, hot almost, and the fabric got softer, and I think I got a bit younger. I felt my bladder empty, it’s good, I’m like a little foal right now and it’s really kind of ‘warm’ to me.

Alright so fast forward another 30 minutes and I retract my previous comments. This diaper has turned wet, and soggy, and it’s riding into my backside, and yuck!

I crawled fast out of the confines of my bed, cringing with the feel of the wet diaper bracing on my backside. I drop the pacifier and throw in on top of my bed.

I walked past the mirror for a second staring myself in the face. Awh, I look so cute! Well, other than the wet undergarment, but at least my hair has never looked better. Brushing my hoof through it a few times I realize how straight and soft it is. I like it like this, I really do!

Anyhow, I peeked my head out of the corner of my door. I heard Mr. and Mrs. Cake downstairs; the coast was clear. Again using my special Pinkie Stealth I snuck into the nursery. With as much speed and agility as I could possess I dashed directly to the diaper bin, ripped off my wet underwear, and dropped it in the bin.

Of course like the little minded filly I am, I forgot the diaper bin was for cloth diapers. Not disposable… crap. I went over to where the cakes trash can was and shoved the diaper all the way down with my right hoof. I broke some glass and cut my arm, it’s just a little scratch I think, it wasn’t bleeding too bad.

I turn around to face the doorway but something peculiar caught my eye. The carrot and pound cake were staring at me, a bit confused too. Like concernedly, pound cake put his hoof to his mouth and started sucking on it while carrot cake just cocked her head to the side.

I don’t know why but their concerned faces actually got to me a little bit, like they made me feel a little bit fuzzy inside. Maybe it’s just a pony’s natural reaction to help if another pony is hurt, that… that’s alright.

I inch out of the nursery’s doorway, that whole scene was a bit unpleasant. Stepping fast I made my way downstairs, I wanted to say Hi to Mrs. Cake this morning.

“Hai, Mrs. Cake how are you doing?”

Mrs. Cake dropped her pan of cupcakes laying them on the table and gave me a quick hug,

“Oh Pinkie, I’m glad to see your up! Did you have a nice sleep last night?”

I smiled coyly,

“Well… yeah! I was sound asleep until about an hour ago.”

Well and then it happened, Mrs. Cakes face froze a moment as she smelled the air,

“Pinkie Pie dear, did you have an umm… accident?”

My face flared up,

“Um, no. Why do you say that?”

Mrs. Cake frowned a bit in concern,

“Pinkie dear, did you have an accident?”

I swallowed,

“Um, no. I just- just”

(I can’t tell her, she couldn’t understand. I wouldn’t understand)

I tried to mouth words but my voice got silent. A stream of tears broke from my eyes.

I heard Mrs. Cakes cooing, I felt her arms wrap around my petite figure; I had closed my eyes by that point trying to stop the tears.

“Shhh Shhh, It’s alright Pinkie. Come with me and we’ll get you cleaned up alright?”

I nodded, she slang her arm around my back as we tracked our way into the kitchen’s bathroom. I heard the lock of the door. I don’t want to describe her ‘cleaning’, it was embarrassing, and it made me cry more, and I really want to give her a hug.

After she was done she reassured me that I was still a big filly and that if I have any more ‘accidents’ to let her know.

I didn’t really say much for the next couple of hours; I went to my room and read a novel. You know? The one Twi- I mean the princess used to always talk about ‘Daring Do’ as it’s called.

It’s a bit hard me to read I have to admit. It’s embarrassing, but I can’t help it. I’m sure a lot of ponies could figure it out by this point but I’ve never been very academically gifted. I suppose it’s a side effect from being home schooled.

Not to mention I’m not especially found that now Ms. Cake thinks I have issues using the potty. I mean, I guess I did, but I also didn’t.

That being said I really don’t want her to get any big ideas. I just want to be a simple mare like Rarity, I reach down beside my bed and pull out the remaining 11 or so diapers I have left. I walk the bundle of padded under garments to my closet and throw it in below all my dresses and such. Out of sight, out of mind.

I’m a little less concerned with my pacifier though, I just threw it into my nightstands drawer. It just occurred to me it’s like 3 now. I need to get ready! Actually, I don’t have to… not for another hour or so… shoot.

I stroll back over to my closet and open up the shutters, I look at the dresses, hats, ect. That I have. I have to say, all my dresses are rubbish. They’re not bad per-say, but they’re all foalish; I just really hope Rarity brings a decent Dress for me to wear.

I try them all on for the heck of it. A Dark blue one akin to something Princess Luna would wear, something all rainbow and sunshine like, something all Pink and Black; a little bit to moody looking for my taste.

I set the dresses back in the closet on their hooks. I really don’t have much selection, I feel like I should. It’s just a personal problem I suppose but honestly how am I supposed to express myself beyond my new hairstyle?

I’m just a poor filly. Like literally poor, personally. Mr. and Mrs. Cake always have more money than they know what to use with it. I would ask for money but that’s rude, and they've been so nice to me.

I really just need to stop thinking about myself I suppose. It’s been one crazy self-conscience trip for me for the longest time now and I want to lose myself, I have to, I’m just so… bored.

I fell flat on my fat rump. I look around the room it’s 4, I need to take a shower.

Quietly I stepped through the hallway, I don’t want to alarm Mr. and Mrs. Cake after all. I’m so embarrassed about earlier, I mean honestly; how do you explain something like that? My butt apparently reeked of dried urine, and I didn’t explain why or where it happened. I hope she lets it be.

I step in through the bathroom door, my hoofies press against the freezing cold stone tiles as I make my way in front of the bathtub. I do a small hop into the porcelain bin, I land kind of awkwardly but I’m alright.

I turned the faucet, breathed deeply, and “Awh!” I yelled. I hope I didn’t scare any pony downstairs with my yelp; cold water is cold water you know?

I let it run over my fur a moment allowing my body to cool down a bit more, my hoofsies are a bit numb but other than that I’m pretty comfortable.

Using my hoofs I run the vanilla scented shampoo I have over my mane and coat. I run the shampoo over belly, my rump, down my arms, and my back. I step forward allowing the water to cast over me, it feels cold although I can’t really see it. Even if I were to open my eyes the raindrops are nothing I can stop and I have to make it through it if I want to look nice.

Funny. I almost don’t want to move. I spend the next couple of minutes letting the water poor over me, it feels… calming.

I eventually make my way out of the shower, wrapping the towel around my head a smirk. I don’t have much else to do, I just smirked and starred dumbly at the bathrooms walls as I ravaged the towel over my head a bit more.

With a shake of from my head to my rump I was successfully dried. I hung up the towel and pranced slowly out of the bathroom and- Gah, I forgot how cold it was upstairs in my house… err… Mr. and Mrs. Cakes house.

“Pinkie, Rarity’s coming up!”

I grin, (It must be 5 or something?) “Alright, thank you!”

I walked into my room and got the hairbrush from my table stand, I started brushing away at whatever tangled locks of hair that remained.

Rarity walked in happy to see me, “Pinkie dear, you look wonderful! Allow me to present your dress!”

I blushed putting the brush down; my hair was dry by this point, dry and straight just how I like it. Hehe, oops; that came out wrong.

Anyway. She walked in and laid the dress on my bed. It looked… perfect. It was angelic, The dress had a subliminal rose under pattern displayed in a silver like cloth under the white silk. The hemline was elastic meaning the dresses skirt wouldn’t easily kick up, and the dresses skirt itself was multi-layered and real flowy; almost like a wedding dress.

“So what do you think?”

I turn to her quizzical face, I blush an even deeper shade of crimson than earlier and a tear falls from my eye. I wrap my hoofs around her neck and bring her in for a hug, “Rarity, I love it!”

She hugged me back, she hugged me and she rubbed her hoof up and down my back; “I thought I’d make something a little bit more… you. I wasn’t sure if I knew just how to pull that off but I suppose I did?”

I smile nodding up and down, wet tears still pouring down my face.

She kissed me on the cheek, “Awh Pinkie Pie, there’s no need to get teary eyed. I still have to do your make up and such.”

My eyes shot wide open,

“Y-you-you’re doing m-my m-ma-make up?”

She looked at me and nodded,

“Well of course once you stop crying, take your time though.”

“C-can I h-have another hug?”

“Umm… sure I don’t see why not.”

She held me close for a few more moments while I tried to quite my sobs. I felt her hoof go through the back of my mane, she held my hands, “Come now dear, let’s get you ready”.

I nodded, with a small smile I took her hoof. She led me to the mirror and told me to sit down.

Some hour or so later I was all pretty-fide, I had on eye liner, and light pink lipstick, and Rarity even gave me a white corsage.

“All finished. Now Pinkie Pie, I don’t need you to talk too much; just be your regular cool and collective personality and you should be set.”

I nodded my head,

“Got it, by the way is it alright if I brought a date?”

Rarity stared at me for a second, “That depends, who is-“

“His name is Cookie, Cookie Joe.”

Rarity smiled, “Oh, you’re bringing that grocer? I suppose it’s alright, he does recognize this is all formal doesn’t he?”

“Mmm-hmm, he told me apparently he goes to these sorts of events all the time. Supposedly he’s an heir, I’m not sure to which nobility but I’m pretty sure he has ties with Saddlerabia and even in Canterlot.”

I look down at my dress examining it, Rarity started to freak out,

“Wait a second is he? By any chance is his real name ‘Joesph’?”

I put my hand on my muzzle, “I think so, I don’t really know for sure though.”

“Well if he is then you’re talking to one rich pony”

I kick my hoof, “Well Rarity, I could care less about Cookies worth you know? He makes me feel special, and I like talking to him, he’s really nice!”

Rarity put her hoof on my shoulder, “Well don’t doubt your love for him Pinkie, from my little conversation with him I assume he’s a really nice stallion. A bit akward but nice, just don’t rush it Pinkie; I’m sure he loves you just as well.”

I smirk and nod.

Rarity smiles, “No if you excuse me allow me to put on my dress, don’t you worry dear it’ll only take but a few minutes.”

I waited a good thirty or so minutes as Rarity got every bit of her dress and makeup on, she looked good; no, she looked great.

She had a dress in similar design to the one she created for me except hers was purple with Magenta accents, it look super good.

We walked downstairs, awaiting us was Mr. and Mrs. Cake, also who else but Cookie?

Mrs. Cake smiled, “Why there’s the lovely looking ladies, Cookie here told me you’ll be staying in Canterlot?”

Rarity smiled, “Yes Mrs. Cake that’s correct, don’t worry we have reservations at a local motel so everything is paid for.”

Mr. Cake looked around nervously, we were all looking for his input, He cleared his voice, “Just have fun you three.”

Cookie smiled, “Well it was nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Cake, Pinkie and Rarity I presume? The carriage is awaiting you out front.”

Rarity smiled and walked out the front door.

Mrs. Cake jumped up a bit, “Oh, I almost forgot! Pinkie I got you a little special something…”

Mrs. Cake reached into her saddle bag and pulled out a silver and diamond necklace, “It’s yours Pinkie, you’ve been such a big help around the bakery and I never wore it anyway.” She wrapped it around my neck.

Mrs. Cake stepped back, I was on the verge of tears again, “Pinkie dear, please don’t cry. You’ll run your makeup.”

Cookie wrapped his hoof around my back, “Good day Mr. and Mrs. Cake, I assure you I’ll your daughter in safe and sound alright?”

I looked at Mrs. Cake as Cookie and I were walking out the door, I muttered ‘thank you’ under my breath. The door closed, it was a beautiful sunset,

“Wait Cookie, you do know they’re not my parents right?”…

Author's Note

So this was half of the new chapter I've been working on, I assure you the next one is going to be much much longer. I assure you, the only reason this chapter is so short is because I've been busy all week working on another fanfiction; which will too be out very soon.

I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and I will be posting a new one in around 3-5 days from now!

Have a nice day ~ Oliver-England