I blink my eye a few time making sure this isn’t a dream; it doesn’t feel like one. I feel too relaxed to be sleeping. Well, not relaxed. In heat would be the better term for it.

Cookie and I continued kissing. His tongue taste so sweet, I just want to swallow it and I don’t know why. It’s weird but I just want to feel like “full” if that’s a valid term. I don’t know it’s dumb really; I can’t help but feel dumb. I’m such a baby.

Joseph broke away from the kiss regaining his regale composer. He blushed nodded, “Awh, well yes. I suppose you’d like to continue doing something a bit more babyish?”

“No! I-I mean maybe I mean, I’m sorry” I blushed, I was too bust focusing on my thoughts to keep up with my stallion friend’s words.

Joseph smiled, he took my hand and lead me off of the changing table; what a gentlemen.

I stood getting adjusted to my diaper while Joseph rummaged through a few of the nursery’s cabinets for stuff to feed me.

Now let me get one thing clear, I’ve had baby food even before this whole diaper-foalish thing I’m starting to like. Baby food or foal food (whatever it’s called) taste kinda good, it’s like a sweet puree of everything a pony would want… aside from cheese.

I lightly spoke, “Cookie, could you do me a favor and not get me any cheese flavored baby food?”

Cookie turned his head; he rolled his eyes, “No problem hon”.

I giggled a bit letting myself rest on my padded behind. It’s kinda funny feeling to be honest. I remember feeling the same thing earlier but it’s as if a cloud is hugging unto your waist and it just feels really soft!

I watch as Cookie puts the food items in a pink cupcake covered bag. I watch him trail around the room gathering various items, it’s a diaper bag…

He puts the pink saddle bag on his bag and walking over to me. I grab his hoof and squeeze it tight, I almost don’t want to leave the nursery but I don’t want to object to our little roleplaying.

To be honest I’m feeling kinda dumb right now, like I shouldn’t be enjoying being in diapers so much. But for some reason every time I take a step, every time I hear a crinkle, and every time I feels my diapers soft material grace my backside I feel enthralled.

We make our way unto his couch area; I hop on one of the cushions and wait for his command.

He sits down placing the bag on the side of the couch area. He reaches in and grabs a white bib with a pink trim and a cyan butterfly in the center.

I want to think about Fluttershy at that moment but I soon saw a small plastic spoon full of some delicious apple like cream come into my mouth.

I think I got a little bit too excited and I moaned.

Blushing I looked at Cookies expression, he smiled looking at me.

(He must hate me, I can’t handle it. I’m such a foal, which was uncalled for I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry)

“I’m sorry!” slips out of my tongue as I duck my head away from him.

I blew it, I made this into something sexual or something. I’m too young to be doing this, or to old, or too dumb.

“I’m dumb, I’m sorry cookie” I stared into his golden like eyes. I wish I could be better at being a baby but it’s not something I’m used to and he looks so dreamy and ugh!

He placed his hoof on my shoulder setting the plastic spoon and small bottle on the living room’s table.

“Pinkie, it’s alright Honey. Listen, how about we just both ignore it and continue feeding you alright?” Cookie smiled coy.

I nodded staring at him softly. He’s not a monster but there’s something behind that smile that feels deceitful. Almost like he’s got something to hide, but for the life of me I can’t figure it out.

But I was still hungry and I still kinda wanted to be fed. I’ve seen Mr. and Mrs. Cake feed the cake twins plenty of times before so I think I have a good understanding about what to do in a situation like this.

I backup scooting my rump on top of his lap. I hear the crinkle as he pulls me closer to his chest with one of his hoofs. I don’t mind the close contact, Cookie’s a good snuggler.

I closed my eyes and parted my lips, I felt the bottles rubber nipple brisk my tongue and I froze. I’d never been bottle feed before, or at least in recent memory.

My mind goes blank as I start wrapping my mouth around the rubber in my mouth. I nuzzled my head against Cookies chest as I felt like I was losing my mind. I don’t know I just forgot; Like I just forgot how to do anything really.

Then I felt his head rest on mine, and I felt him pull me closer, and I started to feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I’m not sure if it was his heart beat or my own but I started sucking away at the bottle softly.

I felt the cold milk sooth every cut and blemish in my mouth and I in that moment couldn’t think about how rewarding every drop of milk felt.

I know I sound dumb but I just kinda liked it.

I don’t know why but I kinda lost it after sucking on the bottle a few times because I realized that I was following Cookie’s heartbeat for guidance.

I started sobbing lightly and in the back of my trance I heard my tears falling hard unto my bib.

I’m nothing but a foal and I’m know I’m depending on Cookie to be there for me but I just have no way to help myself.

I continued sucking on the bottle enjoying every quiet second of the serenity of his house. I don’t know why I was crying I could just feel it like a weird force pressing hard on my stomach.

I honestly don’t know why exactly I got so emotional but I just did.

I think I finished the bottle after what seemed like an eternity in his arms. I opened my eyes, I looked at his warm smile and I almost remember seeing it somewhere else before.

It seemed genuine, and it seemed caring, and like no pony else ever had given me a smile before.

I bit my bottom lip and blushed. My face got all hot but I wasn’t feeling turned on or anything like that, no I was feeling kinda hurt.

Like on the inside that is, I know Cookie was just being his regular sweet self but the way her smiled at that moment made me want to break down and cry again. I watched as he removed my bib; it hadn’t really gotten dirty at all aside from the tears.

Cookie tossed the bib unto the Living room table along with the bottles of baby food. He pulled me in close for a hug.

“What’s a matter hon?” Cookie said petting the back of my mane.

(Is there something he knows that I don’t?!)

“N-Nothing…” I muttered holding back my second wave of tears.

Cookie leaned in and kissed me on the forehead, “Awh Honey, there’s nothing you have to hide from me. I told you I’ll always be there for you no matter what happens, I promise!”

I gave up. I fell in to his chest and whined outloud, “Daddy!” I latched onto his waist and cried out loud actually bawling this time.

I’m such a foal, I need him more than he’d ever need me. I’m worthless. Nothing but dead weight, I don’t know why he’d ever love some pony like me, I am worthless!

And yet, I felt him continue to sway me back and forth in his embrace.

I don’t honestly know what Cookie was doing but I felt him rubbing my back, it felt kinda nice.

I listened to his voice call in a slightly confident manner, “Pinkie, you know you’re not a foal and I’m not your Daddy!”

I back away from his chest, is that really what I said? That he was my ‘Daddy?’.

I look him in the eyes, I know my mane is a wreck and my eyes are probley beating red but I wanna say something.

I wanna tell him every word I’m feeling right now but I can’t find them.

I’m reaching for the stars, I know they’re their but I’m so distant from them while they’re so close in my grasp. I feel my mind slipping; I need to give him an answer. I blurt out, “I’m sorry I’m pathetic!”

I fall back into his embrace, I really am pathetic you know? This whole act of mine is pathetic. In all honesty I think I know the word that could sum up how I feel about Joseph and me. I don’t want to say it because I know it’s everything I’ve grown distant from.

I don’t ever want to experience it again because I know it won’t last forever. I know it won’t last forever and it can’t last forever.

I feel him lean his head over my shoulder kissing my cheek and in that moment I know exactly the word I’m looking for… “Harmony.” I whisper under my breath.

It makes me feel terrible mentioning it. I know that so called “Harmony” is just a foals game that ponies play in an attempt to escape their harsh reality.

They think that someone will ever see eye to eye with them, or meet with each other on a spiritual level. But no, they’re deceiving themselves and because they did they learned the bitter truth… That being that they’re alone…

I wanna push Cookie away so bad but I just can’t find the strength. I pound on his chest lightly but it’s all in vein. I hope he knows he’s hurting me, I hope it tears him apart inside. And yet, I think he knows that all and that he’s somehow helping me.

He sorta just held me in his embrace; I don’t know how he stays so cool around me. I always fear I’m hurting him; like our disharmony is what really keeps us together…

“You know you’re no foal right Pinkie?” Cookie says petting my mane.

“Yes I am. I’m your foal!” I rubbed my tear soaked mane against his chest some more. I suck at roleplay, I feel like I should be sweeter and could play with him but there’s a greed in the back of mind that wants to talk only about me. I guess that’s the point of talking about my thoughts in the first place.

Joseph raises me unto his lap; he leaned in and kissed me on my cheek. He brushed his hoof through my mane again, “It’s alright to feel like that Pinkie, just know you’re safe in my arms. I won’t let them hurt you.”

Then it hit me, Blueblood is still out for well… blood. I hug unto him a little bit harder, “D-do you think they’ll kill me?”

Joseph took a deep breath before whispering, “Don’t you worry about it Pinkie, they’ll have to get through me first…”

I recognize that Cookie is fit, but he’s honestly not terribly big. He’s definitely not nearly as big as Shining Armor; in fact he looks more like Braeburn now that I think of it.

I kiss him on the cheek, “You know you owe me nothing right? I-I’m just a sad little bitch…”

I cringed, I wasn’t thinking… I-just-I’m dumb.

Joseph moved his hoofs. He wrapped his arms around my diaper behind and turned me towards his chest.

I leaned in close listening to his subtle heartbeat, before I knew it I sucked my hoof; what? It felt comforting. I felt him kiss my forehead. He whispered, “It’s alright Pinkie Pie, I swear it’ll be alright.”

I’m really not confident at moment if you can’t tell, this whole fiasco has shot my nerves and I always feel numb to everything but Dad- I mean Cookies touch. I whimper into his chest, “You know they probley don’t even care about me, I’m just a little whore who Blueblood almost impregnated. I’m nothing but a slut to him…”

I felt Cookies body get warmer, it made my skin tingle. The word ‘slut’ feels dirty on my tongue but it’s how I feel right now.

Cookie grabs unto my hyde a little tighter pulling me close. I can feel his breath on my neck, it’s subtle but existent. He leaned in again pressing his lips on my forehead whispering, “It’s alright my little princess, I’ll protect you no matter what… even if I have to- nevermind.”

I whimper the word, “Daddy?”

I could tell a part of Cookie didn’t want me calling him that but something in the way he warmed up every time I said it told me otherwise.

Cookie sighed. Weakly he spoke, “Alright Pinkie, I’ll show you what I’ll me. I need you to get up so I can perform the spell.”

I crawl off his lap and get comfy on the couch. I watched Cookie as he stood on the rug in front of the liveroom’s table.

He took his stance. A twinkle of light appeared above his head as a small reflecting glow flashed really quick to reveal cyan horn. The horn appeared for ten seconds before it disappeared again.

I’ve never seen a unicorn in disguise before; then again I don’t know how I would identify one.

Cookie avoided eye contact as he made his way back to the couch we were sitting on. I looked into his eyes, he looked annoyed; even a little bit hurt.

I placed my hoof on his shoulder and asked, “W-what was that?” I crawled unto his lap again, my diapered rump on his theighs, and my hoofs wrapped around his chest.

Cookie sighed as he rubbed the front of his mane, “I’ve never told anyone this Pinkie, but I’m not who a lot of people think I am.”

I nuzzled his chest with my face. Reassuringly I smiled softly, “Well whoever you are I love and you, you’re my daddy.”

A smirk appeared across his face as he leaned closer to my ear, “Just to let you know it’s considered a big no-no in the political world to have illegitimate children. Both my mother and father were earth ponies…”

I think I know what he’s trying to say but I asked him anyway, “W-what does that mean Joseph.”

Cookie sighed before whispering. He grabbed my shoulders, “Well Pinkie, I’ll tell you what my father told me when he taught me the spell...” Cookie leaned over whispering in my ears, “I don’t listen to bastards…”

It all made sense now, and in a weird way this all made sense. The diapers, taking care of me, it all made sense!

A small bit of relieve came over my body, I didn’t feel like a baby anymore. Well I did but I felt a bit of satisfaction in doing what I was doing because it was a mutual cause.

I falsified tears in my eyes as I whimpered, “I-I’m s-so sorry!”

Cookie smiled looking down at me. He cooed, “Awh Pinkie, it’s alright. I have you now, my precious little angel, and I promise I’ll never let anyone touch you.”

I nodded, I trusted him for some odd reason. I kissed his chest and looked up, “C-cookie?”

Cookie kissed my forehead coddling me more, “D-do you think w’ell make it?”

Cookie nodded smiling at me reassuringly, “I know we will. I know combat magic, I’ll hire guards, I’ll never let you out of my sight…” He held unto me close.

I nuzzled his chest. He’s so sweet, I love him so much now and forever. A part of me made me whimper, “I-I doubt they even care about me, I-I must look so pathetic right now…”

Cookie smiled, still cradling me in his arms he reached down from the couch and into his diaper bag. He pulled out a small pink pacifier and stuck in my mouth. Giggling a bit he smiled, “There now you look pathetic…”

I smiled weakly pushing his chest a little bit, “Hehe, stop. I kinda mean it, I’m such a foal. And I’m a slut, and I shouldn’t have been so reckless that night…”

Joseph rubbed my back and whispered, “I’m telling you you’re no slut. You got forced into doing something you shouldn’t have done and there’s no excuse for what Blue Blood did to you.”

I felt Cookie’s muscles get tighter. I froze bit asking one last time, “W-will you be able to stop him.”

Joseph nodded, “I should have stopped him a long time ago. I always had suspicions but I’m curtain he’s nothing but a devil now. I swear if he ever- I mean ever tries to get near you…”

I swallowed before asking nervously, “Y-you’re going to what?”

He closed his eyes, his horn started to atomize out of nowhere and his mane glowed a bit around it, “I’m going to murder his sorry ass!”

I hugged unto Cookie, non what he just said is quite what it seemed to me.

He hugged. I tilted my head back in opened my mouth. I felt his tongue plunder into my mouth as he started rubbing his arms up and down my arms.

A part of me wanted to go further, a part of me got a little bit… excited, and another part of me wanted to have an accident.

I think Cookie caught on pretty quickly to the subtle hissing sound coming from my diaper. He let got of the kiss and shook his head.

A small smile appeared across his face as he nodded at me, “Let’s go get you changed into something a little bit more suited alright?”

I felt the heat of my diaper turn cold and soggy, blushing I nodded… “Agreed” I said smiling…

Author's Note

I apologize for how long that chapter took to write. I've been focusing on my other projects and this story kinda took the backseat. I assure you the next chapter will be a bit longer than this.

The next chapter will be out in roughly (7-14) days!

Anyhow, I hope you all have a wonderful day! ~ Oliver_England