Pinkie Pie's Obsession

by Oliver-England

Rating: mature
Tags: Tragedy, Slice of Life, Sad, Main 6, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Prince Blueblood, Pinkie Pie, Mr. Cake, Sex
Length: 24312

Pinkie Pie keeps a private journal which she recalls the events and emotions she felt each day. In the journal, she hopes to find why she feels the way she does and why she ends up reliving the same scene every night after 'The Ball".

Pinkie Pie writes in a private journal trying to express what and how she feels about her daily events. She feels like she's making progress; becoming more of a mare! But on one faithful night she betrays her friend in a poorly thought out attempt to become 'more mature'. She cries; she cries as she tries to remember who she is, and why she's finding herself in the same position every night.

Warning: (Story contains: Diapers, Depression, and Rape)

Shoutout to: fillyscoots42 on Furaffinity for the cover art!: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/fillyscoots42/

Published 2013-11-28 21:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-11 21:25:45 UTC

Before the Journal Part: One

At the crack of dawn a radiant beam of light illuminates a room. You’d be inclined to believe this room belongs to a child, why with its white painted wooden bedframe and furniture. Not to mention childish purple shag throw rug on the teal-ish hard wood floor, pink walls, you get the idea.

But no; this was not a filly’s room. It belongs to Ponyville’s very own Pinkie Pie, an element of Harmony! Specifically she was the element of laughter. That was until a curtain unnamed princess harnessed the power of the elements into a single ambulant and took off.

(I know right? I feel like that shouldn’t make sense, like she can’t remain the bearer of elements without her friends! It’s like a pizza made only with bread, it just wouldn’t work!)

Anyhow beyond the Heavy wool blanket there I resided. To the same sore tone I’ve been waking up to ever since Princess Backstabber abandoned us; or at least me.

I can taste it, dried blood and drool. It taste dirty, negative, I immediately spit into a trashcan beside my bed… lady like I know. I can’t help it, it’s coming up on autumn and I wake up with a dry mouth and chapped lips.

I sit up straight, same routine; roll out of bed, do a small stretch on the floor, make bed, wish I was still in bed. Did I mention I’ve been feeling more fatigued lately? The past couple of weeks I’ve had Mr. and Mrs. Cake walk in here repeatedly to wake me up.

They’re usually pretty nice, at least when it’s non-shift hours. When it is, they’re meanies; I can’t help being tired! I’ve tried going to bed earlier but that never really helps you know? I don’t think I’m physically tired to be honest, I’m pretty sure it’s something else.

I trot over to a mirror I have hanging on my wall, a big one. I can see it, every imperfection in my mane, these bags under my eyes, I look exhausted. No one seems to care anyway, as long as their jester can perform they see me the same way as always.

I walk over to my closet; fancy dresses, shirts, saddles, scarfs, and yet nothing that interest me. My closet tends to be pretty vacant, just my cloths, a couple of boxes of toys, stuffed animals and other belongings of mine. I’m not sure why I bother looking at my wardrobe, I never like what I see.

Then there is this box. My mother gave it to me before I came to Ponyville, all it contained was a letter from her, a lock of my old hair, and some bits. I never thought about removing any of this stuff, or spending the bits. My mother always meant a lot to me, even if she was a little bit too judgmental and bland.

Oh well, I kicked the box back into the closet. Its faded black coating vanished into the shadows along with the clothing. My best friend Rarity has been urging me to be more elegant, I usually don’t write or really speak like I am now but it’s a process she says.

I don’t really care much about fashion, but I do if Rarity wants me too! I care about her and I’m sure she needs me as much as I need her… I hope she needs me.

After another 2 or 3 loud toned yells from downstairs I finally make my way to the kitchen. I swear the smell of cupcakes in the morning; it almost makes me want to smile… almost.

Mr. Cake walks up to me and gives me a hug, “Hey Pinkie, glad to see you could make it out of bed today”. I stay silent.

Mr. Cake slowly backs away from me as I remain still with my same emotionless expression. He starts adding some milk to a measuring cup as he avoids eye contact with me. Keeping his same goofy composter he ask, “Pinkie, could you head to Cookie’s General store for me? I know its short notice but we really need flour!” I remain silent.

Him and I lock eyes again for a second, “Pinkie dear is something wrong”.

( Yes I don’t know what though.)

My lips quivered a bit, “No, not at all, I’m fine. Say would you mind if I could have a few extra bits?”

He pauses for a moment, I can tell. There’s a good second of silence before he breaks from his trance, “Yeah, yeah… sure. Anything for you Pinkie!” He hands me the money. Grabbing my saddle bag from the bell hook I trot out door.

I notice the stares, they cut my soul. I keep a fake smile dimly lighted by the friendship I used to try so hard to maintain. It’s pathetic really; my poor efforts are still effective and Ponyville seems to smile.

I sat down on the outer rim of a fountain in the middle of one of the intersections that divides Ponyville’s roads. I notice it; the stallions and mares foot by foot, kicking up dust in a meaningless struggle to make to places on time. The colts and fillies are what I really think are funny though. They’re so out of place, interrupting a world build for adult ponies, breaking rules because they’re obligated not to know better.

My head goes dizzy and I fall from the backwards head first into the fountain. I hear the nearby ponies’ giggles, I want to cry but instead I just stand up with a half-smile and back out of the crowd that has formed awkwardly around my orbit.

I ran out of the scene, knocking over one of the stallions in the process. They yelled for me to get back there, I just keep running. I knew my direction though, prancing forward a within an hour I found myself inside my Pal Cookie’s store.

Cookie is a timid guy, but friendly. He’s actually about my age, a year or two older maybe but young looking non-the-less. Occupied cleaning the front counter off I wave a hoof and display an awkward smile.

He sets down the glass and his smile turns the corners of his muzzle up for, “Oh, heya Pinkie! I didn’t recognize you there for a moment! Long time no see!”

I walk up to the front counter setting my rump on the floor I begin speaking, “Oh, it’s been…”

(Terrible, Exshausting, Painfully Bland)

“Alright” I mutter under my breath.

Cookie walks from the counter and put’s his hoof around my shoulder, It was firm. Cookie beneath his Blue coat and yellow dough colored hair was actually a pretty stellar athlete. I dig myself subtlety into his embrace, It feels… calming.

He turns his head to the right deadlocking eye contact with mine, I swear I lost it. I tried keeping cool though, “Umm… Cookie you got any flour”

Cookie cocked his head to the right, seemingly breaking his own train of thought he muttered, “Oh yeah, sure!”

Like a little stalker I observe his every movement towards his makeshift storage shelf. Then I felt it, a cold draft blowing through the store door; another customer.

It was the librarian that took over Twilight’s former sanctuary, ‘Rose-Pedal’ I think her name is. Real timid like Fluttershy, she weakly muttered, “Uhh… Cookie would you please get me some… some…” She glared into my eyes doing a bit of a hop in the process. Poor filly, I don’t think she noticed me when she walked in.

The red maned mare stuttered, “I um… I’ll be back for….” The timid mare bolted out the doorway.

I turned my head confused towards Cookie, hovering his right hoof over his mouth he watched her dart blankly into the street.

I clopped my hoof down, “Cookie, the flour?” Cookie smiled at me “Oh yeah, sorry she’s been expecting something I’ve ordered…”

I once again had to snap Cookie out of his transcended gaze on the doorway. Repeatedly I called out his name. I swear he’s so off sometimes, it worries me.

He reached towards the back cabinet and got out a 5 pound bag of flour, “Sorry Pinkie, that customer and I were supposed to talk about something, um… special?”

I wasn’t amused at all. If you looked at my face, it was a god damn unamused face. I wish it stayed that way. I felt it, my face started to burn with some intense displeasure. I wasn’t worried or embarrassed but regardless emotions got the better of me!

I subconsciously started talking to him dumber, or with less fluency in my voice I guess. I was such an idiot.

“Hey cookie, what’s um… Uh has your day been busy today?”… My exact words to him, like what was my mind doing?! What was I thinking?!

I think Cookie ignored that awkward expression, or maybe better yet he didn’t hear it? Regardless he handed me the flour, said it was on the house. That was courteous of him.

Sadly though I didn’t think my plan through all the way, the 5 pound of flour lay heavily in my saddle bag on the right side so I had a bit of a wobble to my step. I only weigh like 75 pounds; needless to say our young heroine was not having a fun time.

By the time this mare came home it was around noon-ish like I was supposed to be! By that I mean 2 a’ clock… I was out too long, lunch rush was over and boy; did I hear about it!

Mr. and Mrs. Cake scolded me relentlessly for being late. They never said a word to me directly about it, but I could tell! Their eyes, their unamused smirk, the way they stayed silent for an entire 2 hours before they politely told me to take the day off.

I walked slowly to my bedroom upstairs, inching up those tasteless white pearls stairs I felt the heat intensifying in my body and my head’s vision getting a little bit slower paced.

In the center of the upstairs is a square hardwood floor space, coming up the stairs from the south side you come upon four doorways. The bathroom on the east side, the master bedroom on the north side, and two guest bedrooms which share company on the west side.

I feel the cold floor heighten my senses, a dry sensation from the air conditioning unit kept my overwhelming heat at bay.

Steping a few feet forward I open the doorway to my bedroom, my bedroom… It was the same as ever, but I’m starting to question everything in it.

The childish colonial style furniture, the modern filly rug, the pink wall with turquois and white cupcakes painted on it. I close the door locking it behind me, doing a small trot and hop I land on my bed. My bed was no better than the rest of the room; a light pink fitted sheet under a darker pink top sheet.

The icing on top of the cake was the blanket. It’s this heavy slick cotton checkerboard pattern of alternating; light blue squares’, with dark pink balloons; and teal squares’ with light pink balloons.It’s quite a foalish blanket, but in a strange sense it’s also the most comforting piece I have in my room.

I don’t rest under it, rather I sink into it. It’s nothing I can control, I’m not tired enough to sleep which is odd because I certainly was like 6 hours ago when I woke up! Ugh! I hate myself, well at least my body. It’s like I’m not even in control of myself sometimes, falling into the water fountain, what impulse caused me to do that?

I lay there silently gazing at my ceiling fan in awe, the power switches slight tinging on the side of the fans’ main contraption sooths me for a moment.

I grab a small notebook of the side of my bed and open it up. I used to sketch in it a lot when I moved here, when I first moved into this room that is.

I didn’t right bother checking the old drawings, what’s there to see anyway. I pick up a nearby pencil in mouth and start chiseling away at the paper surface. I managed to complete a good outline of the Apple families Barn before I heard it, snap! The pencil lead broke off.

I don’t bother finding a sharpener; I doubt anyone in this family would care for me to have one.

So I set out of my doorway and which a few swift steps of my hoofs I made it into the cakes nursery. It’s quite, not a single sound but a genital snoring coming from Pound and Pumpkin.

I decided to sneak a peak of the resting twins; they’re so cute! The way their stomachs lightly rise the silk thin blankets a top of them, the way Pumpkin puckered on the pacifier in her mouth every couple of seconds, it makes me want to ‘d’awh’ but I don’t want to disrupt their napping…

Searching around for a bit, my eyes came across a small yellow box of crayons. Pacing towards them I observe what they are laying on top of, a white bed stand used to hold a small lamp just like the one by my own bed… brilliant.

Could Mr. and Mrs. Cake been any more inconsiderate? It took me a minute to realize this but l just realized the craftsmanship, it was the same crafter as the one that designed my own furniture.

I don’t know why that irritates me so much, maybe Mr. and Mrs. Cake knew the owner of the furniture store and maybe did as a favor. Whatever, it’s not important.

With a quick swoop the crayons were in my hands. Egh, am I seriously going to use crayons? Yes I am; they’re all I have to use… sadly.

I tip toe out of the room using my stealth to shield my clumsy nature. I open the door tripping over my two front hoofs I accidently did a barrel roll into the hall way.

I should the door silently but crashed into Mr.Cake who had apparently just come to check up on me. Worst of all had to be the mess I caused. On top of the fact I just table topped Mr.C, I also managed to spill like at least 80 crayons on the floor. I don’t know why The Cakes would buy so many crayons for foals anyway, seems kind of short sighted.

Standing on my two hoofs in a poor attempt I try to balance myself to regain my posture.

Mr.Cake had a bit of pented up fury in his eyes, more so than earlier. With a slight anger under his voice I heard him hold back a scream, he seldom exclaimed “Pinkie. I want you to clean up this mess, I want you to return the box of crayons, and I want you to stay in your bedroom!”

I tried to interject, “But Mr.Ca-“

He put his hoof on my mouth, “I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to hear you! If you want to continue to intern her I suggest you stop acting so foolish and step up your act!”

I stared at him for a moment. I wanted to cry but I have to stay strong, I have to preform my obligations, I-I… I cried.

With no false shame I fell onto his figure, like a daughter pleading for forgiveness I yelled “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

I could feel it, his body tightened up. I think he felt bad; he hugged me back in this awkward semi-sympethtique manner and pushed be onto my backside gently.

In an almost sorrowful manner he sighed, “Pinkie, please Honey just go to your room? I’ll get you something to eat but please just stay in your room.”

(Are you kidding me? I’m not one of your little foals! I’m an intern, an apprentice; what I really am is offended, I’m not a foal, I’m not a foal!)

I mutter under my breath, “Alright…” as I wipe away my tears.

Wasting no time I found myself sloppily sweeping up the crayons with my hoofs, I grab a dozen of them at a time and start plundering them into the box. By the time my accident was fully cleaned up Mr. Cake was already down the staircase, my hoofs were covered in dust, and my tears made my face blush.

I trot back into the Twins nursery, walking back over to mine- oops! I mean the look alight bed stand I set the box of Crayons back down on the table. I stole some of the crayons from the amounted stock pile of them in the box.

I know stealing crayons may seem dumb but I rarely have anything to draw with and I’m hoping drawing this photo makes me feel better about AJ’s departure.

In a few quick moves I managed to make it in and out of the Twins room without a hitch, I don’t know how they’re still asleep. So much noise, and distress, and they- they just sleep it off like it never happened... lucky I’d say.

I made it through my doorway; back into my bed room and back onto my bed. Not before I close my door gently though, I really wouldn’t want to disrupt Mr. and Mrs. Cake after all. They’re jerks to me sometimes but I can see why, between three children it really is a hand full isn’t it?

That’s what I am to them right? A filly? Just look at me, I’m lying in my bed looking outwards at the buzzing little bee’s that make up Ponyville. Clock in, clock out they symbolize what defines a functioning society.

Then there’s me, a growing mare lying on her bed waiting for a either sleep or death to take me under. I’d welcome them both by this point.

Meanwhile I’m stuck between here or nowhere. My friends are nowhere to be found and I can’t afford to move out, let alone buy myself some decent furniture or blankets. I save what little money Mr. and Mrs. Cake give me to throw parties for my friends, If only I had any.

I think I actually have a decent amount of money saved up, maybe I’ll pay Cookie another visit next chance I get.

I can’t worry about it too much; it makes my brain hurt, and confused, and no! I nuzzle myself into the layers of blankets that lie heavily bearing down on the bed below.

I pick up the journal and with the some few colors I had at hoof I start coloring away. Take my word for it when I say this sketch isn’t anything noteworthy. It’s a solid pinkish barn with a shaky foundation, an orchard of trees that stand bearing over the poor thing, and applejack and her family are nowhere to be seen.

Atleast the colors are pretty loyal to their original intent, except the barn. The barn was a creative design choice, something an artist would do, right?

I dropped the notebook, it’s a lost cause. A fools game, it makes so much more sense to lay in bed gazing at the ceiling fan then to attempt the drawing again right?

I hear a knocking at my door, Mr.Cake walks in with a lettuce sandwich. He sets it on my colonial white bed stand and sits at the far edge of my bed putting his hoofs in his lap.

He gives me an awkward smile, oh boy I can really tell he feels bad about my little mis-hap earlier with the crayons. He tries to avoid eye contact, as do I; I’m just as much at fault as he is.

The pastry king himself claps his hoofs together and stairs at the hideous purple rug of mine, “Now Pinkie, you probley are thinking that this is about the crayons right?”

“Well Duh!” I reply in my most sardonic of tones.

Mr. Cake swallows, “Pinkie I’ve noticed you been… how do you say? A little bit less like Pinkie Pie”

(What does that mean huh? Am I just a clown to you? A little upbeat, slack jawed lackey at your disposal? I have feelings, and I feel like I want to be alone right now! My friends moved on and I can’t, I don’t want to, but I’m trying to!)

“Uh-huh” I reply.

He looks me dead in the eye, “I just think you might want to take the week off to do other things outside of the backers. I know you’re not quite a mare yet so I think it’d benefit you if you had some free time away from our business.”

I shifted my eyes at my blanket and frowned. I wanted to give him a hug and cry but I wanted to remain calm.

He could tell how I was feeling, he gestured me to give a hug. I gently sat up and opened my arms.

Him and I sat there for a moment, he was giving me a genuine hug unlike the false one he attempted an hour ago. I watched him regain his posture as he sat up and did a small hop off the bed. He quietly paced himself out the door, turning his head one last time to see if I was still watching; I was.

He closed the door behind himself. I stared on the window observing the cool night sky, my hair fell down in front of my face, the humidity must have dropped.

I stare a moment longer before turning on my back and pulling my covers over my body. I allow for the warmth of my foalish cupcake décored blanket to enrapture my body in warmth. I shift around a bit underneath I can’t escape it, it feels calming to me.

I give in allowing my head to collapse into the pillow, with the realization of what Mr.Cake said come into full effect.

I hug myself for warmth, I really wish I had a stuffed animal to hold on to, I start sobbing as attempt to relax my muscles more, “He noticed, someone notice.

I’m done writing for today…- Pinkamena Diane Pie

Author's Note

-So yes, this is the very first chapter in another side series I'm doing!

-It's worth noting that whenever something is in parenthesis, that means it's pinkies own thoughts.

-This story will cover more of a darker side of 'infantalism' but won't delve to deep into it until a bit later into the story.

I hope you guys enjoyed the story so far, Suspect a new chapter within 5-10 days! - Oliver_England

Before The Journal Part: Two

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

The Best Night Ever Part: One

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

The Best Night Ever Part: Two

I sat inside the carriage, my eyes fixated on everything around me. I looked out the window; I can tell, the sun’s radiant glow is cooling down into a quiet Twilight. The carriage’s inside is covered in royal purple dyed animal hyde, and the seats metal trims are plated with gold.

I nuzzle close to Cookie, we’re sitting in the seat near the horses drawing the carriage. Rarity was seated directly in front of us.

I’m leaned in on Cookie, his arm was wrapped around me and his strong muscles just make me want to… Ahh! I find myself rubbing up on him a lot, eventually I just cave and wrap my hoofs around his chest like a filly clinging to her mother.

Cookie looked down and smiled, “Why hey there beautiful, I see you're getting comfortable.”

I keep my mouth shut, I grinned a little bit, but I kept my mouth shut.

He kissed me on the forehead, “Awh, Pinkie. You’re too adorable.”

I blush harder, I hear him speak;

“So Rarity, Do you perhaps know how much longer it is til Canterlot?”

Rarity Frowned, “I can’t say I do, I’d imagine another hour or so.”

Cookie pet my head a bit, “Well that’s alright, it’s a beautiful day out. Wouldn’t you say Rarity?”

Rarity smiled, “Quite so, I meant to ask you but is your real name Joseph? I been meaning to ask you, and I suppose now is a good time to get to know each other.

Cookie nodded, “Why yes, I am Joseph. Looking at your luring dress designs and rather stunning fashion sense, I’m going to guess you’re the fashonista Pinkie Pie has been telling me about.”

I opened my eyes, I was getting a bit sleepy on Cookies shoulder; oopsies!

Rarity smiled, “Indeed I am, I heard you’re a royal heir. Fashions for Saddle-arbia or something along the lines.”

Cookie Blushed, “Well you know, I was just kind of born into the family. It’s not always as easy as it seems managing trade flow. I assume you’d like me to give you a contact form later? I was actually invited to this party prior; most hierarchs like to talk business here. You’re a talented designer Rarity, there’s a lot of buzz about your new dress designs.”

Rarity’s face beamed, “Oh my, you’re serious?”

Cookie nodded with a coy grin, “Certainly. I question why you chose Pinkie Pie as a model though? Word has it that you usually invite a blond model, a petite filly named Flutter-something to display your designs.”

Rarity’s coughed, “Ah yes, well Fluttershy and I had a bit of a fall out.”

Cookie looked at Rarity quizzically; a dry silence filled the air until I broke it.

I looked upwards from my fixated position on his shoulder, “Our ‘friends’ Fluttershy, Twilight, and Applejack all jumped the ship on us a while back. Fluttershy seemingly dropped off the grid, Twilight became an arrogant…, and Applejack is supposedly investing in land Appleloosa.”

Cookie rubbed my left arm a bit, it felt… calming.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that. I know friends come and go but it’s hard to believe the elements of harmony could separate like that.”

I frowned, “I wish they hadn’t left me.”

The cabin went silent as my comment diffused what little light hearted conversation we had going. (I hate myself, why am I so akward, ugh!)

I stutterd, “R-rarity, why did you think I’d be a good model. I mean I-“

Cookie smiled, “I think I can answer that Rarity. It’s because you’re a wonderful filly Pinkie, and you deserve to get out more. I know working as an intern with little pay is rough, and I think we both know you deserve to have fun.”

Rarity looking a bit awestruck smiled and nodded, “I couldn’t have said it better myself Cookie.”

I smiled nuzzling him a bit harder. (You’re too good to me Cookie.)

A while went by, I fell asleep on his shoulder there for a bit. I guess he decided to just relax because next thing I know Rarity, Cookie, and I were nearing a large, well-crafted castle, and it was almost night.

He puts the back of my flat mane softly, I hear him say in a super quiet tone of voice,

“Come on sleepy head, wake up.”

I open my eyes fully. Rarity is sitting across from us; she appears to be completely d’awh struck. I don’t know how cute me and Cookie look together, and I don’t care. All I know is I want to be with him as much as possible, I don’t know why; I just kinda do.

I push his arm off of me gently as I sit back squarely on my rump. I sat there for a moment doing a little stretch, I suppose sitting in a carriage for some three hours will do that to you.

Cookie opens the carriage’s door and step onto the paved street down. He grabbed onto Rarity’s hoofs escorting her down from the carriage, he did the same for me. (He’s such a gentleman).

Rarity smiled and did a little bow in front of him, “Why thank you, uh… Joseph? Would you like me to call you that?”

Cookie shook his head, “Nah, feel free to call me Cookie, or Joe, at least if you’re addressing me informally. I do believe we’re friends, are we not?”

Rarity nodded, “Well a friend of Pinkie’s is a friend of mine I suppose, especially such a handsome one” she punched Cookie on the shoulder.

“Please Rarity, you’re too kind.” Cookie laughed. Looking back at the carriage he saw me. I was on the verge of tears; I don’t want to go to the party. They’ll either laugh at me or hate me, I can’t go, I refuse to!

Cookie frowned, “Pinkie are you alright?” I watched as he signaled Rarity to leave. She nodded and trotted her way up the avenue where the party was being held.

“I- I just can’t. I-I” He cut off my sentence with a kiss. It was the first time any stallion has kissed me. Or- well, the first time my face has gotten all hot and tingly from one.

Cookie broke off the kiss, “Come on Pinkie, stay close and I’ll make sure to keep you safe.”

I walked up from behind him. Standing at adjacent from each other I leaned over and nuzzled his neck, he wrapped his right arm around me; I leaned into him as we walked.

“Thankyou Cookie.”

“It’s no problem Pinkie Pie, I wouldn’t want that mascara to run after all.”

I laughed a little bit, it was a good joke. Wait was that a joke? Whatever.

We strolled down the cobblestone streets of Canterlot admire that rather upper class brick work of the surrounding shops. Entering through gold plated metal gate, one which initials read “B.B”.

I looked quizzically at Cookie, “Blue blood?” I asked.

That was the jerk that ruined Rarity’s night at the gala last time. I’m guessing he’s just hosting, that snooty daddies boy would be holding get together wouldn’t he?

“Yes. Part of the reason I wasn’t going to go was because it was one of his get togethers. Nothing but trouble with him, he’s another big economic power except he specializes in food; I really don’t have much business here as a fashions realtor.”

I nod, “So can we just enjoy the ball for what it is than?”

He squeezed me a bit, “Curtainly, and hey; don’t sweat talking to these people. They all made a living doing small talk, just let it all go.”

I smiled, “Got it!”

We eventually saw our way to the massive marble dance hall. The area was filled with Mares and Stallions dressed in rather posh business attire. The room was filled with millionaires, billionaires, war veterans, and royalty.

“I gotta say Cookie, this is all really overwhelming.”

Cookie smiled, “Don’t worry dear, they’re all nice people. Well, with the exception of a few. Just remain calm alright.”

Cookie and I walked around the ball’s conversation grounds for a bit. Cookie and I stopped when we heard someone call his name, “Cookie my boy, long time no see.”

Cookie and I turned around, an old man approached us. He looked decently nice, formal red army uniform, war medals, a cyan coat, and faded blue mane. He looked a lot like granny smith except a bit more cheery.

“Cookie my boy, how has been. I haven’t seen you in months.” He turned his head at me. “Oh, and who is this fine filly, I always knew you had it in you.” The old stallion chuckled a bit. I smiled, he was really sweet, and he made me blush.

Cookie nodded, “This is Pinkamena Diana Pie, she’s may filly friend; and me? Well, I’ve been fine. A bit overwhelmed with work from my dad but over all pretty happy. What about you, how have you been?”

The old man stroked the small beard on his face smiling, “Me? Well I’ve been preoccupying myself with visits to my grandchildren every so often. It’s hard walking’ any more, but it’s worth it to see their smiles.”

He starred at me, “What’s wrong Pikamena?” He asked.

I wiped a tear from my eye, “Nothing, that’s just really sweet.”

The old man smiled, “Oh, well it comes with age I guess. A labor of love if you will. Now I don’t want to keep you two from having a good time, I’ll be talking with a few of my war buddies if you need me.”

Cookie nudged my shoulder, “See Pinkie, I told you the people here are alright.”

I smiled, “Yeah, I guess so.” I nudged him in the shoulder, playfully I said, “But you don’t have to be such a know it all about it.”

He beamed. He has such a cute smile, well handsome; like a young stallion. I’m stupid.

Cookie and I walked around occasionally sitting down to talk with some people. There was a really nice old couple; you know? More war vets. The Prime Minster of Manehatten because they don’t have a nobility there. Most striking was that the Equestrian Royalty was there.

Cookie and I actually parted ways, being a small time baker I was able to talk to a lot of the produce people about products and such. It wasn’t exactly a think tank conversation but we got to have some small talk.

I walked around enjoying the scenery of it all. Tapestries painted bright and beautiful colors like a rainbow. Rugs and furniture all hand made with unique features.

I actually ended up walking into someone, a big stallion; it’s… Shining Armor?

He didn’t fall over like me; I am half his size after all. I really don’t mind Shining, he’s nice from what I’ve heard and although he’s related to ‘Her’ he wasn’t a bad stallion.

He lent me a hand and pulled me on my feet.

“Oh hey Pinkie, long time no see. What’s going on?”

I shook my head, “Oh nothing, just here with my date?”

“Oh, Really? Who’s the lucky stallion?”

I blushed, “His name is Cookie, He’s a real sweetheart and apparently Royality at that.”

Shining nodded, “Turquoise coat, dirty blond?”

“Yes” I said.

The Prince smiled, “Yeah, he’s really nice. He helps with most of the fashion imports you know?”

“Yeah I know, I swear half the people here are just talking business. Why is that?”

Shining looked around, he brushed his navy blue mane away from his face; “I don’t know Pinkie, I guess some people just aren’t content with what they already have.”

I nodded a bit disheartened, “That’s kind of why Rarity came here.”

“Yeah, well she can actually use the business. I don’t know why she hasn’t moved to Canterlot yet.”

“She says she doesn’t want to leave Ponyville behind, Her and I are like best friends.”

Shining raised his eyebrow, “You know Pinkie, you could always work for Blue Blood. He’s really picky about his food quality and I’m sure as a talented baker you’d be a shoe in for the position.”

You know what? I bet he’s right. If I’m good for anything it’s baking, I’ve been doing it for half my life now. I grabbed hold of my diamond necklace, I have no idea if Mr. and Mrs. Cake really want me gone or not. I know they love me, but this is a really good opportunity.

I sigh, “I suppose I could ask him, I’m- I’m just a bit…”

Shining cocked his head to right, “Shy?”

“Yes, would you please?”

I watched as Shining trotted over to the Prince. The two conversed for a bit before the prince stared across the room at me, he held a gaze for a second before patting Shining on the shoulder. A cold air blew through the ball room and my feet got cold, the prince approached me; at that moment I realized that I didn’t see any of the princesses in the room.

Prince Blue Blood walked up directly in front of me, he stood towering over me like a fortress wall; I found no way in or out of our conversation.

He took a sip of his martini and set it on the table I was standing near. He walked around me, examining me, my hoofs locked up, I’m really nervous. I blushed as he locked at my pendent.

“You’re a shy one aren’t you, you’re being dreadfully quite.”

I blushed a deeper shade of red as he prodded my face with his hoof. I closed my eyes as he forced them eye level with his own.

“Perfect. You’re good, no you’re better than that; you’re just the one I’m looking for.”

I cough opening my eyes again, “I-I don’t h-have much experience, but I’ve been doing it for a little while.”

He smiled, “Come with me Pinkie. I’d like to talk in a more, how you say; secluded area?”

I nod with a small smile, “Sure, you might be able to hear me better.”

“The crowd is being awful loud right now isn’t it?” The Pagasus prince asked.

Again I nodded, “Yes, quite so. Umm, please lead the way.”

I followed fast behind him. We exited the ball room through a rather large wooden door. The hallway we entered looked progressively less elegant and much creepier. (Way aren’t we stopping this was plenty far). Nothing but a few patrolling guards surround us, it’s rather peculiar really. I know this is his house, but this much further away from the ball room.

The walls were tall, covered in blue and gold tapestries, the rugs that covered the floor were red and gold. The walls covered in paintings of clad ponies that looked dated and depressed.

Blue Blood made an immediate stop, he looked around. Using his right arm’s elbow he knocked open a small heavy wooden door. My eyes lit up, he picked me up by my diamond necklace and threw me into a dark black room.

My head hit some hard wall, I couldn’t see anything but his black silhouette in the white doorway. I felt my neck, the necklace had cut into my skin a bit… and it was gone! I started to cry, I think I know what’s going to happen. He’s going to kill me, I yelled out but I was suddenly winded by a hoof to the stomach.

He pushed a wet cloth in front of my mouth, I tried yelling. I opened my mouth, I suck in the liquids vapor by mistake; I looked up at Blue bloods sadistic face and started to feel a bit woozy.

I opened my eyes, I was in a dark room. Like the rest of the castle the walls were made with a thick, heavy looking solid stone blocks.

I raise my head up, and try to do the same with my hoofs. I can’t. My front hoofs are anchored down by some metal bracelets. I tried moving my back legs but I got the same result. My legs were being kept separated by some odd force; I’m wearing two metal bracelets on each of my back hoofs too.

I bit down; I have some sort of gag in my mouth. I try yelling but the rubber in my mouth nullified all of my attempts.

So I sit there, my plot fixated high in the air; I start fidgeting around with all my force. I hear a door open behind me, I smelt the rug… it smells like dirt and blood.

I turn my head as far as it could go, my back legs were being separated by a bar and my night in tin armor is coming to receive his dame.

I know what was about to happen. My face turns blood red as he mounts me. (Wait!) I feel a sudden jolt strike into my snatch. I rock backwards a bit in response.

Over and over again he thrust himself in and out of me; it’s nothing but 80%, 20% Primal lust, and 100% shame. The worst part about this wasn’t that I’m being used like a slave, it’s that a small part of me enjoys it, I’m so bucked up.

I feel myself get wet (I don’t want this!), I can feel his member convulsing; my own part acting in response. I can’t see it, but I can feel it. A disgusting mix of semen and blood drips from by backside and stains my dress. I didn’t even climax.

He undoes the restraints around my legs. I collapse to the ground into a small ball sobbing in grievance.

“It’s your first time wasn’t it?” He said it like a viper, extending the‘s’s and whispering. A lust on his tongue her licks my neck.

I shiver, (You’re such a bucking creep!).

He pulls me onto my shaky fours; my eyes meet with my rapist, I remain in tears. He smiles as he undoes my ball-gag. It drops to the ground; it was covered in my slobber.

He presses his muzzle against my own, whispering he says; “Now I’m going to let you go, but unless you want to be mutilated by one of my knights, I suggest you don’t say a word to any pony got that”?

He kisses me on the lips. (I’ve had enough, I’m so done!) I duck under his muzzle and bite into his neck. A red gush a liquid comes out of his neck as he backs away from me, he tumbles to the ground, “You Bitch, consider yourself a number one target got that?!”

I run up to him in a fit of anger and bash his jaw line, I spit on his face tears still dropping out of my eyes, “Doesn’t feel too good does it?”.

I run out of the room crying, I don’t know where I am. I aimlessly run throughout the castle following the noise of the party. I looked a wreck; my shoes were gone, as was my necklace.

I should really be elaborating my thoughts but I need to leave, I have to. I spotted Cookie, I ran to him and grabbed his shoulder. I started tugging on it, “Cookie please, we need to leave right now!”

“What, Pinkie what happened, are you alright?” He asked in a rather serious tone.
I whispered “no” under my breath before restating louder, “Yes please, just leave now. We need to go somewhere else, somewhere more private.”

He grabbed unto my shoulder, I could feel his touch reinforce my body. He looked into my eyes like he was about to cry, as if he was as concerned for me as I am. “Pinkie, you look sick. I need to get you to bed!”

He looks around at the guards in the castle; nothing seems suspicious so he and I just charge out of the castles grand door.

The two of us just keep running, never looking back. Not much happened. We found a rather large hotel complex to stay the night in, it was the one Cookie reserved for us the night prior. He and I trotted through the empty hallways of the hotel; it was really long and quite; a bit cold too. We made it through the door; hastily, he used the key he had to unpick its lock.

He walked inside and undid his tie and suit. I sat down on my rump, it felt raw. A tear fell down my eyes as I looked at him. I don’t know what just happened. Like my body was moving faster than my mind, I don’t even have anything to say. I just looked up at Cookie as my eyes flooded with tears.

He picks me up with his front hoofs; using his back two he walked me to the bed. It was a large king sized one. Heh, I suppose Rarity had a separate room. It was a large navy blue bed with white and black pillows. It was really soft and had a heavy comforter. I crawled under it immediately, the pressure it put on me, it felt… comforting.

Taking the rest of his clothes off Cookie climbed under the bedding too.

He turns on his right side to look at me, (Don’t worry about me Cookie, I’m just in the fetal position)

“Pinkie, something happened at that party.”

I turn to him and grip hard on his chest; he pulls me into a hug.

“I’m sorry Cookie.”

He hugged me tight as he used his right arm to stroke my hair,

“Sorry about what?”

My lips go silent; I break out into another round of tears. Sinking my face into his chest; my body shook a bit, I don’t think I’m in pain though. He held me in his embrace like that for half an hour. I broke the silence; I needed to say something, anything to get it off my mind,

“I’m a foal!”…

Author's Note

Well, I next chapter will be bit more "Infantalist" related.

I hope all of you enjoyed the chapter, I will be publishing a new one in (5-7) days! Also look forward to the next chapter of Fluttercrinkle, It will be posted in (2-3) days!

I wish you all a wonder day! ~ Oliver-England

Cookie's Foal: Part One

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

Cookie's Foal Part: Two

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