I feel his breath on my forehead; my hoofs are locked around his figure, his hoofs locked around my figure. I resting into his chest, not because I’ve submitted to him but he submitted to me.

I sobbed into his chest, a painful adrenaline rushes in the back of my head. I don’t know how I can ever feel this close yet so far away from someone.

It’s dark outside, the curtains are closed, and the air conditioning is the coldest it’d set to. He told me if there was ever a time to cuddle up for warmth it’d be tonight.

I just lie there sobbing, I can’t formulate words and he can’t formulate them for me. I hate this moment; all I’m doing is crying like a foal and I can’t seem to tell anypony around what’s really wrong with me.

I feel it, he just continues petting my mane while lay helpless in his chest, I really am pathetic.

“Who did it?” I hear him say.

I whimper, “W-what?” I said shifting my eye’s upward.

“Who touched you? I see it in your eyes Pinkie, they’re red. Something is stressing you and I want to know who did it to you?” He swallowed after he said it, he’s penting up rage.

“It w-was” I break down crying again, “Ugh-god! H-he restrained my hoofs to a f-floor, and h-he mounted m-me and-“

I could tell Cookie wasn’t going to have it anymore, in the most enrage yet kept voice he quietly whispered to me, “It was Blueblood, I know it… who else would have access to the rest of the castle. I’m going to murder him, I promise.”

My heart dropped, I feel like I should feel guilty. But a sick twisted part of me just wants to see Blueblood’s blood colored chest, blood dripping from his neck- who am I?

Cookie holds me close to his chest. He ducks his head, I can feel the heat on my ear; “Can you tell me anything that could help?”

“I bit him in the neck and left him with a broke his jawl” I whisper

Cookie pets my mane, “Good, but I’ll get him back later…”

“How will you do it?” I ask.

The air goes silent a moment… “I can’t tell you Pinkie Pie, just stay with me and you’ll be safe alright?”

My sobs lessen as the late night approaches, time flied by as I let every transgression in my mind absorb into him. I speak, my lips being nullified by his tight chest, “Cookie?” I ask.

“What Honey?” he says moving his hand from my mane to my back. I jitter a little bit; it startled me at first but it kind of feels… soothing.

I swallowed unsure how to put my thoughts into a sentence, “When does it stop hurting?” I ask.

I lift my head and look up at him. A tear fell from his eye as he smirked, “It doesn’t, it just hurts less.”

I just take solace in the emotional moment we’re having. I don’t know; I just drew closer to his best. He helped, he helped a lot.

I look up at him, “Cookie?” I ask.

“Hmm?” he sounded, gazing at the hotels lamp.

(I’m really dumb, and I feel kind of embarrassed to admit this. I think I have a solution but it’s dumb, and I know I’m not a foal but I’d like to be a foal, and could you please be my ‘daddy?’)

I shake a little bit but his soothing rubbing helps calm me down. I swallow, with a small grin on my face I ask “Could you maybe… um…”

He focuses his attention back onto me, our eyes meet, a blush comes across my face, I can tell in his eyes he knows what I want.

“You want me to baby you, don’t you Pinkie?” he ask, a small grin appeared on his face.

“H-how’d you know?” I asked.

He smiled at me and locked his golden eyes with my own. He smirked, “Cause I know you Pinkie Pie, the way you used to act” he pressed his muzzle on mine, “The way you cried you want to stand up to your problems but you can’t”. Before I knew it he locked lips with mine and quickly retracted them, “Oh yes, I know you Pinkie Pie. You’re so much more than the mare most people see.”

I don’t know what drove me over the edge but I grabbed his muzzle, holding it in place I slammed mine into it. We opened our mouths and next thing I knew we were tasting each other’s tongues. It was magical, and I blushed really hard, and my vision went dark, and I was trapped in that moment forever.

The next thing I know I woke up in the freezing cold hotel room, my face was a bit cold but my body was nice and warm in his embrace.

I was well awake but I pretended I wasn’t, I kept my eyes closed. I notice her stroking the back of my hair, it felt soothing and I didn’t want it to stop.

I slowly opened my eyes making sure that I looked as lively as I could.

I whispered, “H-hey Cookie? What are you up to Handsome?”

Cookie Blushed; I saw it on his face he blushed! He laughed a little bit, “Nothing, just admiring my baby girl.”

(Oh my goodness, did he just call me his baby girl? He’s so dreamy)

I laughed, “Oh, alright. Your baby girl likes…”

I snuggle close to him, a warm sensation overtakes my body and I feel warm. Like some bizarre chemical romance I’ve fallen for him.

We enjoyed the quiet serenity of our room together. We admired the paintings on the wall, the beautiful luminescence; we looked at everything and everything we could just to give each other an excuse to stay in each other’s arms longer.

I looked at the clock, it was nearly eleven by the time we got done snuggling together.

He smiled at me and whispered, “Come on Pinkie, We’ve got a train to catch. I assume you’re ready to go? I mean, we didn’t right pack anything now did we?”

I giggled, “Of course not silly, although you left your suit on the coat hook.”

Fury smirked, “I’ll leave it, A rich man never wears the same suit twice… well he does but it wasn’t a very good suit to begin with.”

I laughed latching my arms around his sides; I closed my eyes nuzzling my muzzle against his chest, “Come on Cookie! Let’s get up already!”

Cookie smiled, he grabbed the sheets that hug over us and cast them aside the bed.

A cold air blew past us and instantly made me feel a lot colder. I rolled out of bed and onto the ground. Cookie followed behind me, we made our way to the door and opened it slowly.

Cookie walked through it and held the door open for me, that was such a gentlemen thing to do. I took one last look back at the bed were we were sleeping. Its sheets entangled in a mess of wrinkle and folds.

I shudder before stepping out of the room; Cookie closed and locked the door behind me. The key hole was busted, it wouldn’t lock… whatever.

Joseph and I made our way through the Hallways corridors; I never picked up on how elaborate it all looked before. Fine Silk Tapestries glazed the wall’s ornate patterned décor.

We made our way to the lobby; Joseph threw his keys on the counter. (Wait, when did I start calling him Joseph?)

Cookie and made are way out of the hotels sleek glass doors. I really didn’t recall just how elaborate the whole Hotel’s front lawn was, it’s a beautiful roundabout with a garden in the middle and out banks of the road. It was perfect, funny how I missed it earlier.

I walked up beside Cookie and nuzzled his side, speaking lightly I asked, “Say Cookie, where are we going anyway? Back to Ponyville or…”

Cookie smiled, “Oh I’m not sure. We could really go to either place…”

We strolled down the streets of Canterlot, bizarre. I could have sworn his estate was located in Canterlot.

I nudged his side, a bit confused I asked, “But wait, Cookie. Isn’t your manner or mansion or whatever in Canterlot?

Cookie Laughed, “Oh yeah, sorry. I never visit there anymore. Yes it is in Canterlot, just a long while away. It’s on the outskirts of the city.

Cookie and I enjoyed the serenity of the town. It actually wasn’t as busy as Ponyville. I felt pretty silly walking around in my dress thought. I know clothing is worn a lot in Canterlot but my dress is a bit dirty and wrinkled.

Still that didn’t bother me too much. I’m honestly a bit surprised about the lack of traffic in this town. It’s as if everypony had no place to go, like they’re just trapped in time. I suppose that’s how it is for the rich. I wouldn’t know.

As we trotted down the streets I noticed just how beautiful Canterlots stone structures are. The fine craftsmanship is both the stone and the glass work. Not to mention all the beautiful landscaping. The perfect mix of grass and flowers and trees everywhere.

Cookie smiled looking at me, “So, Canterlot or Ponyville?”

I look around, down the street I see the station to the train. I swallowed deeply, “Umm… which place could we umm… you know?”

Cookie laughed, “My mansion has a fully built nursery in it opposed to my small storage room back at the shop!”

I smiled blushing a bit, “Alright, I’ll stay in Canterlot. Do we still have to catch a train?”

Cookie laughed again, “Haha, unless you feel like going on a 20 mile walk!”

I nudged him on his side giggling a bit, “Of course I would” I winked.

He grabbed my hoof, I blushed. We went to the train station, it was old-timey themed.

We walked in, the whole place was oddly modernized on the inside. A lot of train memorabilia behind glass cabinets.

I watched Cookie as her paid for the ticket. He bought us a first class private cabin. (Squee)

Cookie and I waited a good ten minutes before the train showed up. Not much happened, he grabbed my hoof and I squeezed his hand tight. Beyond the train tracks in front of us was an open field of nothing but grass.

Huh, I never got a chance to appreciate what a sunny day it is. It’s really pretty out, all the birds flying overhead; the insects chirping the- oh, the train is here!

Cookie and I walk among the board walk and enter into one of the cabins. Inside of the cabin is a lush wood paneled red velvet furnished resting area.

Cookie smiled looking back at me, “You like?” he grinned wider.

I nodded, “Yeah, it’s really cozy looking.”

Cookie laughed, “Yeah, it’s first class after all. Nothing’s too good for a cute filly like yourself.”

I blush, “Awh you!” I nuzzled his side. He wrapped his right hoof around my back and pulled me closer. I closed my eyes and enjoyed this moment, I heard the train start. I guess it’s time to start moving on.

Cookie and I didn’t say much we just sat next to each other on a couch near one of the train’s side windows.

He turned his head to look at me and I did the same with him, he gripped my hoof and I we looked into each other’s eyes. I noticed it; his blue muzzle, his aqua eyes, he looked so dreamy in that moment and we just- I leaned in to kiss him.

He smiled coyly and accepted my tongue into his mouth. My face filled with a blush and it got hot and it felt good. His tongue taste delicious and I don’t know why but I just want more and more so I keep wrestling and I want him to and me to be connected like this forever.

I break away from the kiss catching my breath; I smile at him a bit embarrassed. I know that he’s a nice guy and that he loves me but am I moving too fast?

I lean in against him pressing my head hard against his shoulder; I feel his weight shift to support the two of us on his other arm.

I kinda weakly grin cuddling up to his arm, I don’t know why I’m being so lovey with him. I look around at the room looking for any imperfections or anything to keep my mind from drifting off too far.

It sucks. I feel a burning sensation in back of my mind, like I’m always guilty and I can’t shake. I didn’t do anything wrong and that makes it even worse! I just don’t know, I just never want what happened that night to happen again, I just don’t know!

Like an idiot I started sobbing uncontrollably. Clenching unto Cookie’s arm I bit my bottom lip. He wrapped leans in wrapping his arms around me, I collapse into his embrace.

I can’t help it. I feel cold. I feel like I’m going ot die, I want help; I need him more than he needs me. Why does he want me anyway? I’m worthless, nothing but a wreck; and yet, he still is holding me tight like I’m a precious glass sculpture or something.

I’ve become helpless; I don’t feel love right now I feel pity.

I start crying insistently, tears streaming down my face I question if he understands this more than I do. Why is he even helping me out?

I’m nothing but a coward; pleading for help like some sort or foal! I-I just don’t know…

The train came to a complete stop; Cookie helps me out of my seat. He tells me we have to get moving, the train ticket he bought was one way. Apparently an entire hour had passed by the time we arrived.

I stopped my crying, there’s no reason for any pony else to see me like this. Crying is something foals do, crying is something foals do, I’m not a foal!

I wipe the tears from my eyes and Cookie helps me unto my feet. We exit the train, go through customs or whatever, and do all the other nonsense.

We make it back onto the streets of Canterlot fairly quickly. Only now are we near the suburbs… if you could call them that. They’re really big cliff side mansions that are roughly like 20 times bigger than any house in Ponyville.

Cookie points out his Mansion; it was close to the train station, lucky for me I suppose.

Honestly walking on cobblestone roads for so wrong wears on your hoofs. They get really hot and I’m not wearing any protection on my feet. Heh, maybe Cookie has booties I could wear?

Stepping lightly we make our way down the street and start heading our way up the paved road to his house. He unlocks the solid iron gates and we travel through.

I look at his mansion. It was huge, like the rest of the housing it was 20 times bigger than anything I’d ever seen in ponyville. It was all made out of stone brick like much everything else in Canterlot. It had a nice garden and like the hotel a roundabout carriage way.

The mansion has solid white doors in the front, dozens of windows. Cookie doesn’t even use this house, its so big though! How does he not want to live here?

We enter the house, it’s huge, modernized, a mega sized living room with an open kitchen area.

He closes the door behind me. Smiling he says, “Come on Pinky, make yourself comfortable. My maids just cleaned up this place a week or so ago.”

I sit on a white leather couch that stairs at what I assume is a new model T.V? I’ve seen T.V’s in ponyville, but I suppose these large ones haven’t been released for the commonwealth yet.

I just kinda crash laying back, looking at the ceiling towering high above me. The living room is so bucking big, I feel small, this whole place is way too big for a single couple.

Next thing I know Cookie walks beside me and nudges me on the elbow, “Hey Pinkie, What’d you like for lunch?”

I sit up patting the seat gesturing him to sit with me.

He holds out his arms but I refuse them. I look him dead in the eye, all of this day has been so surreal; Canterlot, the mansion, the perfect stallion. I look into his, I’m tempted to start crying but I manage not to. I swallow hard, “Honey, why do you own this house. I-It’s overwhelming, it’s it’s…”

“Big I know.” He says smirking.

I nod, “How or why did you ever buy a house like this?”

He smiles, “Old money, I inherited it when my father moved to Cloudsdale; he’s a pagasus you know? I don’t use it anyway, although I question why you seem so on edge here?”

I don’t know why I am to be honest, I spit out a sentence, “I don’t know, it’s so big… I feel overwhelmed, I-I-“

He placed his hoof on my shoulder and leaned in closer to speak. We dipped our faces so our foreheads would meet. I could feel it, the warmth of his breath, the glimmer in his eyes, it made everything stop in time and made the guilt I had coursing through my veins stop in an instant.

Very calmly he spoke, “I know it’s overwhelming for you Pinkie, you’re just not used to this whole new world yet. Once you’re more experienced I’m sure being in a situation like this will be a lot more comfortable.

I smiled nodding hopefully. In that instance I felt trapped in time, we kissed again this time he took the offensive. I let him take over completely. He stopped before we went too far though, I’m honestly kinda glad. I feel hungry; I haven’t eaten anything since the… party.

I actually question how Rarity is doing come to think of it, I’m sure she’s fine. She’s going to be awful mad that we didn’t tell her anything. I hope she doesn’t ask for an explanation, she better not…

I laugh a bit, “Cookie, can you make me anything? I kinda am on edge right now.”

Cookie blushes looking condescendingly at his legs, “You know I could give you your first meal as a foal, if you wanted to that is?”

I blush, I honestly wouldn’t mind it. I don’t think I’d be able to stomach anything solid right now anyway and milk or something kinda seems… ‘nice’.

I don’t know why I’m so fascinated with being a foal, it feels right. I know I’m not a foal though! I can’t be a foal, but then again I act like one. Ugh! I just, I don’t want to be a foal I just want to be feel safe and warm and-and-

“Please” I mutter, my eyes practically begging for confirmation.

He claps his hoofs together. Smiling he jeers, “Oh Pinkie, I just know you’re going to love this!”

He takes my hoof and he escorts me through the house. Not much can be said, it’s all modernized wood, chrome, contemporary colors. About two doors into a long Hallway was a door with a small lock on it. He turned a few dials on it and it sprang open.

He took a deep breath while pushing open the door. My eyes shot open, my heart raced at the sight, my face got hot. It was a nursery designed for foals, but not. Worst of all, I wanted to be part of it…

I paced slowly inside; the room felt warm, I wasn’t cold in there. I watched as Cookie trailed inside closing the door behind us.

A blush grew on my face; the nursery was designed in a less modernized fashion than the rest of the house. It bared a large white dresser, a large white closet door, solid wood floors, white shelfs, a white throw rug, and fuchsia pink walls with childish designs on them.

What stood out most peculiar to me was the solid wood crib and changing table. The crib was too tall for a filly my size to climb over and had a door that swung open. It must have been big enough to fit two ponies.

The changing table was set low enough for somepony to umm… change somepony else. Is he going to make me use diapers, I mean there’s baby powder and such but... hmm…

That stuff aside there were a few things I missed, a lot of baby activity stuff and what I can assume was a play chest.

I hate to say this but I’m a bit excited, I know I shouldn’t be… I’m stupid. I had one last question I needed to address with Cookie before we start this.

I walked up to him; he was unfolding a diaper near the changing table I was talking about. The diaper itself was different, similar in design to that of the diapers he gave me earlier.

This is too surreal, there’s no way Cookie could actually do this but there he stands. I watched him lay the puffy diaper on the changing tables white foam padding.

A surge of adrenaline appears through my body as my lips part, “J-Joseph?” I whisper.

He smiled grabbing my front hoofs, “What honey?” He looked into my eyes.

I smile turning and falling backwards unto the changing table. Cookie’s eyes shoot open.

My heart sank as I felt the diaper press against my backside and in between the crack on my behind. I pulled the front of the diaper outwards, all Cookie had to do was powder me.

Curious Cookie laughed, “A bit eager now aren’t we, now what were you saying?

I adjust my rump a bit carefully feeling my diapers soft padding rub against my skin, a whole rush of emotions flood my mind; the most obvious being desire. I don’t know why but I really wanted to immerse myself more, I was humiliated and it was all I wanted.

I know this sounds stupid but I think I want to be diapered more than I’ve been leading on. I took a deep breath and whispered to Cookie, “Is this a dream, or is this some sort of bizarre twist of fate?”

Cookie smiled laughing a bit; he grabbed the baby powder to my side and sprinkled it unto my “Private area”. (He wants me to use it?!) I smile on the inside.

I feel him grab the front end of the diaper; pulling it over my area he grabbed my back tapes. He leaned in smiling inches an away from my face practically lying on top of me.

He smirked, looking into my eyes, his breath warm nonexistent, his white teeth shined bright as he whispered, “Pinkie, I’m not sure what fate is. But in all 21 years I’ve been alive I’ve never felt quite the same way about anypony else like I do about you…”

He stole the words out of my mouth, he spoke my mind and he did it so well. I lost it, I leaned in to kiss him; he pulled the diaper’s back tabs to the front of the diaper. I felt warm and hot all over, I felt hot ‘down there’, and I-I just wow!

Author's Note

Alright, so after a brief hiatus I finally got done with another chapter! ^^

I appologize for the wait but several important things had came up, that being one of my newer stories "Pattycakes: The Remake (Continued)" and a few personal issues I was having. But I'm back in track and I think I'll be able to release new chapters for this story more frequently, most likely the new chapter will be released in (7-14) days!

I hope you guys have enjoyed the chapter and I hope you all have a wonderful day! ~ Oliver_England