Applejack's Obsession

by Oliver-England

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Rainbow Dash, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Romance, Sex, Big Macintosh, Slice of Life, Granny Smith, Sad, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 16351

Working day in, day out on the farm is stressful for Applejack. It doesn't help that her parents aren't there to help her anymore. When she can't find another way out of her situation, she wants to feel younger; but will her filly frie

Applejack has had worked hard at Sweet Apple Acres for almost nine years now to meet a decent productivity. That along with the grief of her parents death (which she blames herself for), she finds herself in the same position every night. When her secret obsession is exposed, her filly friend feels the need to help get down to the roots of her problem.

Cover Art By: http://gfgr.deviantart.com/

(Warning: Diapers and Ponies)

Published 2014-01-03 17:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-06 20:51:47 UTC

Regression

(The sun set on the horizon as the day sky turn from a pretty aqua color to eh majestic golden redish color. It’s little moments like this that make Applebuckin almost tolerable.)

I line up my legs with the tree. If I don’t get this right I could hurt myself. I wheel my thighs up and spring them back; the tree rocked and the apples fell.

Following the same direction of the apples I too collapsed on the ground. It ain’t easy buckin’ this time of the year, late summer was never an easy season for farmers.

I know I should be up to handle any kind of weather but it ain’t as easy as it looks. The constant lining up and releasing wears on my muscles and the fear of hurtin something of mine wears on my brain.

Ever since IT happened Big Mac and I have been working overtime to meet our production mark. Two ponies for about 1000 apple trees might not seem like much, but let me remind you when Granny Smith moved her we had round’ six full grown ponies.

I might look it, but I’m not even a fully grown filly. About another year or so until I’m considered ‘Mature’. Funny; seems like I’d be plenty ‘Mature’, I do a stallion’s hand in labor every night because I can… well actually I have to.

I’m really panting quite hard, all this Applebuckin has gotten me exhausted an I’m only half done with my wor for the day!

Not much more can be said about my afternoon just; line up your legs, kick, collect. Over and over again, and it wines tirin’ on my brain. I’m a servant to my own land, so I we can keep the land, so we can stay servants of our own land; I kick another tree.

All the apples fall around me, they seemingly slide down my vison; I think I’m getting delirious. It must be around ten or so, bout’ time I quit. Thank goodness!

I pull the cart of apples into the barns main entrance, I unlatch my color; ducking underneath the bar attached to the wagon, I exit towards the houses main entrance.

Well, the entrance from the barn that is. It doesn’t seem terribly smart having our house connect to our barn but I didn’t design the blueprints.

I step into the kitchen, the whole house it dark; I’m guessing Big Mac and Granny smith are asleep. I thought he was workin awful hard today.

I walk over to the fridge an open it, a refreshing cool breeze of air brushes through my coat, I enjoy the moment. I reach my head in and latch my jowls around the milk carton we have.

I pour whatever small amount of milk was left in the jug into a glass on the kitchen table. Biting into the carton and doin a whip of my neck I tossed the cardboard container into the trash bin by the table.

Walkin to my room upstairs I pass by a small photo, one that I always find myself stairing at. It was a picture of the Apple family, not our extended ones or us four here now. No, it was the whole Apple family; Big Mac, Ma, Pa, Granny Smith, and I.

I wince at their memory, it’s been nearly ten years but I can’t quite shake the feeling. I don’t wanna talk about it, it’s borin’ anyway.

I keep trotting up my houses stairs an make a left into face my room. No one else lives upstairs but Applebloom and I, our rooms are on opposite sides of a small terrace.

I kick in my heavy wooden door, inside my room is everything you’d expect somepony like me. Unfinished wood floorin, emerald green walls, and plenty of magenta furniture with apples and such on it. My pillows are white with apples on them; I don’t even know why granny smith buys me ironic décor, as if I wanna be reminded that I’m an apple farmer.

I stomp my hoof on the ground an set the glass of milk I had on my counter. I hope I didn’t wake any pony up. I slowly creak my door shut, I don’t want any pony seeing what’s about to happen.

Slowly I graze my hoof around the door’s lock, I latch it without a hitch; perfect.

I trot around my room for a bit, it’s always nerve racking doing this. I climb over my bed and open my curtains, yep; Big Mac is asleep. Or at least he ain’t nowhere to be found.

I shut the curtains, I trust my lock but it ain’t always reliable and I don’t wanna get caught.

I take a few more deep breaths before walking over to my closet space. I crouch down and move some stuff aside; a couple of articles aside I find what I’m looking for.

On a shelf behind my hung cloths is a small cardboard box, using my forehoofs I bring it out. I lose my balance, doin’ a turn I slam face first into the ground but at least the box is alright.

I know my sham ain’t all that elaborate but it’s worth hidin’, I don’t know what mah family or friends would do if they found out about this. Fact bein’ I don’t know what to think of myself the majority of the time, I just ain’t right in the head I suppose.

I open the box and look at the containents; diapers, toiletries, pacifiers, a onesie, a bottle, my blanky, my teddy bear, and a photo of my parents and I.

I know it may not sound like much to you, or maybe y’all thinkin I’m insane for possession something; and I’d have to agree with both.

The diapers are designed to look like a foal’s diaper, I buy them month or so in market when I need them. Disposable, thick, and crinkly; just the way I want em’.

The pacifier or I guess pacifiers were the ones I had ever since I was a filly. Both are one’s I’ve grown up with; although, I only use the one.

My blanket is just the one I inherited from my parents; I’d never use it though. I’m too afraid I’d damage it and I don’t want to lose it.

My teddy bear is the most important thing of all to me in my little garden of shadows. His name is Mr.Snuggles and he is the cutest, most huggly stuffed animal ever. I’ve had him for as long as I remember, he’s really soft.

The rest of the stuff I ain’t terribly sentimental about. I got it all post incident, and it can all be replaced.

I reach my head into the box and start pulling out the baby oil, powder and such. Next I reach in and bit down one of the diapers with my mouth, it’s thick, so thick I can’t move my tongue. I started to unfold it with my hoofs; I have to be real careful now.

I lay on the ground next to all my other items unfolding the huge oversized baby garment in my hands. I bought these just for days like this; when I’m exhausted and I want to relax… it’s the only thing that gives me solace anymore.

I don’t really mind the overwhelming pressure most of the time but the fact that the incident’s 9th year anniversary is coming up in three days is really getting to me.

I gripped the diaper in my hoof one last time and took a deep breath. Searing white adrenaline courses through my veins. It makes my movements slower and shakier. I press its soft absorbent padding against my face, I feel the diaper cool my skin down; I must be blushing.

I rub the diaper against my snatch and take one last deep breath. My pelvis thrust up involuntarily at the touch but I ignore it. Leaving my rump high in the air I slide the diaper underneath it. Sitting down on it I smile, it’s so soft.

I just sit there a moment appreciating the situation; the cool air conditioning on my fur feels nice. I look at the door handle, I can’t help but worry Apple Bloom or Big Mac is going to step in uninvited.

The adrenaline still lingering around me I grab the oil from my side. I start rubbing at my vagina and my rump, I can’t afford to get a rash. Same reason I applied the baby powder, it’s hard to aim it but I manage to hit my ‘area’ with it perfectly.

I slowly pull the diaper up, I pivot on each side taping the front end to the back end. I repeat that movement for each side it’s done; I’m now a diapered little foal.

I kick my legs experimentally and sit on my rump. I love being in diapers, the padding sooths my hyde from all the Applebucking and it feels like it’s huggin’ up on my rump; I really like the way it feels alright?

I stand on all fours and walk up to my box of secrets. Pullin out the onesie I have I grin, it’s pick, buttons around my crotch, and an apple with a worm in it for a main design. Rarity designed it, I requested and got it shipped to me anonymously through a P.O box.

I almost got caught, but I thankfully Rarity didn’t question the customer.

I feel like I could handle my family, but not my friends. I struggle my way through the onesie, It’s a little bit tight but it’s comfortable. I stick my pretty pink pacifier in my mouth an grab Mr.Snuggles. I put the rest of the stuff back in the box and into the closet before trotting off to bed.

I bunny hop unto of my mattress and lay flat on my back. My back sinks into my beds magenta blankets and my sore neck is relaxed by the pillow.

I stared a moment at my sealing fan a moment before contemplating my situation. I suck on my pacifier and my face starts blushing again. I kick my legs into the air gently and I close my eyes; I love the little moments like this.

I hug onto Mr.Snuggles, he’s really soft and he makes it all worthwhile. There’s only one thing Ah like to hug more and that’s my filly friend… Rainbow.

I know it sounds odd but I really do love her. She’s my best friend and we trust eachother. I mean, how do ya explain love? I just feel really special when I’m in her arms and it makes me feel bad that I have to hide this part of my life from her but just… look at me.

I’m dressed like foal, a sissy one at that. Everything I bought, I got to comfort me. The onesie, the foal diapers, and even the pacifier ah use for my own good.

I suck on the dummy in mouth, and hug Mr.Snuggles more.

I started to talk to him, he’s always a really helpful friend.

“Awh, why do you look so said AJ?” He says in his low voice.

“I just- I’m just exhausted ya know? And I want to be dwessed like a baby, cause that’s what I am! I’m just a wittle foal who’s mommy and daddy love vewy much.” I say indignantly.

“But you’re not a foal, you’re almost a fully grown mare.” He said, me placing his paw to his mouth.

“No I ain’t Mr. Snuggles, I’m wearin diapers ain’t I? You ever seen a mare use a diaper before?”

“No, but your diaper isn’t used now is it AJ?” He said in his deep voice.

I started to get flustred, “No but it will be soon, you just wait until I need to use the potty. Then you’ll see what a mare I am.” I look around and notice the glass of cold milk by my bed.

“Oops, ah almost forgot” I think to myself. I trotted over to the box filled with my baby stuff and take my bottle with me. It was the same color as my onesie, Pink lid yellow nub.

I unscrew it and pour the milk from the glass into the bottle. I set the glass back on the table, I lost a bit of the milk from the surface tension of the glass but it ain’t much.

I hold the bottle of milk in my right hoof triumphantly and hold Mr.Snuggles with my other hoof.

“See Mr.Snuggles, see this bottle? Big Mares don’t drink from bottle either!” I smirk sticking my tounge out at him.

“But don’t babie’s mommys and daddies feed them?” He did a small chuckle afterword’s.

I got a bit made, how dare he say that. He knows my parents are dead and that it was my fault. My face gets flustered and I say in a cold whispering voice drawing his fuzzy face close to my muzzle.

“Now listen Mr. Snuggles, that ain’t right to say. You know very well that t-they’re…” I couldn’t handle it any more. I start to hiccup and my eyes half close involuntarily. Tears rushed down my face which I covered up with my left forearm; the one that the bottle was being held by.

Mr.Snuggles moved closer and gave me a mock kiss on the cheek, “It’s alright Applejack, I take what I say back. Clearly only babies would cry at something that happened 8 years ago.”

“N-nine ye-years ago.” I correct him.

He chuckles, “You really are a baby aren’t you Applejack?”

I wipe the tears from my eyes, “Shut up.” I say defeated.

I open his arms and pretend her offered me a hug, “Awh, it’s alright AJ. Atleast you’re a cute baby” He said in his low toned voice.

I smile a bit, “Thankyou” I hug him close to my chest and pull him to my right, I hold him under my arm. I wait a few seconds for my sobs to stop before lying back down.

I roll unto my left side facing my window and lower the bottle to my mouth. I start drinking the milk, it’s sour but it’s still editable.

I suckle for the next several minutes letting the tears roll down my face. I’m so ashamed but I don’t care. My face is burning hot, and for some reason the occasional tear rolling down my face does nothing to cool it down.

I’m about half way through my bottle then it hits me, I have to use the restroom.

I shugg it off, I spread my legs and relax my lower body. I feel a heat engulf my snatch and I shake a little bit. It’s humiliating but it’s so… soothing.

I keep suckling at the bottle, staring at my drab curtains. I move my legs around a little bit and feel as my ‘accident’ turns from hot to cold.

My tears stopped falling at this point; I don’t quite know what to think right now. I finished the bottle and put on the window’s pedestal.

I hitch my aching legs close to my torso and pull my comforter up, I extended my legs out and let the blanket rest over them.

My left hand free I stick the pink pacifier back in my much and start sucking. I wrap Mr.Snuggles in an embrace as I close my eyes.

I start rocking back and forth slowly trying to calm myself, wearing diapers always get a tad bit ‘excited’. I nudge the front of my diaper, it’s wet and cold but I kind of like the way it feels.

I turn to my left side again and open the window shades very slightly, about an inch or two just so I can see the farm.

I gaze out at the orchard and cringe at the thought that I’m going to have to wake up first thing tomorrow morning and start bucking again. My legs are bruised, my body is achy, and worse of all I’m starting to feel a bit tired.

I really shouldn’t be fallen asleep, specially’ in a wet diaper. I wouldn’t doubt that diaper rashes hurt after all. I yawned.

I watch the moon illuminate the night sky and I started thinking about my friends and what they’re doing around this hour.

Pinkie is probley asleep, same for Twilight. Rarity is probley stressin about her clientele or something. Rainbow Dash is probley drinking cider or maybe she’s working on the weather? She seems to be pretty busy anymore.

I suppose it’s not my concern but I hope whatever she’s doing shes- “yawn!” – alright. I close my eyes, my neck, and my head hurt.

I think I’ll close my eyes just for a second now. Diapers are really comfortable, specially’ for a baby like me. I wiggle my rump a bit under the cover allowing it to press into the diapers soft padding.

Haha, I’m sure I can make it one night without any of em’ “Yawn” noticing…

My vision goes dark.

My eyes shoot up as my eyes meet with a set of magenta eyes in the window, there's a faint morning light in the distance behind her.

“Rainbow Dash, what are you doing here?” I say with a groggy speech as I sit up. I look at her, she’s flying infront of my window’s view.

Rainbow Dashes mouth stays closed, her face looks confused and she keeps scanning up and down my body.

I asked my self, “What is she- oh no!” I panic standing on all my fours and sitting on my behind. I feel the padding, my rump hurts and it’s cold. The pacifier dropped out of my mouth.

I start panicking, my face is as red as the apples on my flank, I push the front of the diaper in a poor attempt to cover it up.

I drop the pacifier out of my mouth and onto the bed. I feel the adrenaline coursin’ through my veins; she was never supposed to see me like this.

She opens my window and fly’s unto my bed, she whisper yells “Applejack, what the buck is wrong with you I-I, just what are you wearing? Why?!”

I stutter, there are tears in my eyes, “I-I don’t know, I just like dressin like this?”

She trots backwards slowly on my bed, her eyes focusing on the button snaps around the onesie I was wearing, then the pacifier on my bed.

“You-you’re wearing a diaper?”

I started to cry, “Y-yes, It-it’s just ah”

Rainbow Dash starts to shake her head, “No, I-wouldn’t have... Just-just get away from me you weird pedophile!”

She turns flying out of my window and into the distance. My jaw drops; I didn’t ever expect her to visit me like that… “Damnit!” I yell throwing Mr.Snuggles into the closet.

My family must not be awake yet, I better start undressing…

Author's Note

This was the first chapter in a new mini-series called "Applejack's Obsession". This story was inspired in part by a comic I read back in the day, "The Core of The Apple" and a story on this site: "http://www.fimfiction.net/story/134893/applejacks-comfort". I'm going in a different direction than either of them did though.

I wanted to take this time to tell you all I'm not sure when the next chapter of "Pinkie Pie's Obsession" will be out. I'm in the midst of finishing the story that inspired "Fluttercrinkle", that story being "Pattycakes: The Remake" It was never fully completed and it's coming up up the first year anniversary of it's last chapter addition by the original author: GlitchyProductions. I'm taking it upon myself to see that it's completed, and if you haven't read what he's written of the story I strongly recommend you do.

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter, and I hope you all have a wonderful day! ~ Oliver-England

Applebloom and Bottles

I jumped out of my bed and unto the hard wood floor below. Everything hurts; my legs, my behind, everything. I feel a sharp stinging ringing against my rump, it’s painful and I have no remedy for it.

Inching to the door closet door I wiggle my rump side to side in a pointless attempt to nullify the stinging, it’s really irritating. I stopped slowly sitting on my behind and rolled backwards and unto my back.

Slowly working the onesie’s buttons I unclipped the top from the bottom exposing my diaper in full view.

The built up moisture in the diaper felt unbearably uncomfortable. I grabbed the side of the diaper latching unto the tabs; I wrapped them forward, and watched as the diaper fall neatly on the ground.

The room’s cold air breezed against my vag, it made me cringe at first but it felt refreshing. It’s also worth noting that I sorta regret wearing my wet diaper all night long. That was just mighty lazy of me.

Carefully I slid the diaper from off my waist and crawled my way out of my onesie. Wow, it certainly is a lot bigger than I remember. I don’t know if it has something to do with my Applebuckin’ bringing my weight down or what but I definitely am getting skinner.

I put away my onesie and my pacifier. I don’t want nopony findin’ out about it. Thinking bout’ the look on Rainbow’s face just tore me apart.

Her eyes! I swear they made me feel like I was bein’ judged. It ain’t my fault I wanna be a little filly I-I just can’t deal with it! I just don’t want pony’s to judge me for wanting to be foal… I can’t help it I swear!

I felt a tear stream down my face as I kicked the box into the closet, I heard Granny callin’ me down stairs. I’m going to guess she’s wonderin’ where all the milk has gone. Well, the answer is all over my backside in the form of ah’ chapped red skin.

I swear I feel like such a dirty little filly right now, I didn’t notice how painful a diaper rash could be until I found my dealing with one; maybe I outta use more powder next time?

I trotted down stairs, past the old family portrait, and into the living room. Like I thought Granny Smith convicted me of drinking the last of the family’s milk.

And there they sit; Big Mac, Granny Smith, an Applebloom all together at the family dining table.

Granny smith set down her coffee and looked at me dead in the eyes, “Oh Honey, you’re not looking to hot. Is something wrong Applejack?”

I took my seat at right beside my baby sister, cringing a bit as my rump squashed a bit against the chair I smiled, “No, I’m fine… really. Just busy buckin’ Apples is all, sorry about the milk.”

Granny Smith smirked at me, “Well dear, just be careful not to overwork yourself. I know your friend’s have been too busy t’ work but I appreciate your labor.”

I smiled watching as Big Mac and Applebloom both left the table and outside the door, “Why thank y’all Granny, But I ain’t putting half the work in that Big Mac is.”

Granny Smith passed me an envelope, smiling she spoke, “It’s just a bit of a thanks Applejack, I want you to do something with your little sister come two days for now. I don’t want her to have to think about your momma.”

I smirked grabbing and opening the envelope, it was a few douzen bits. Actually the most bits I’ve seen come outta this family in a long time.

I grabbed the bits and tipped my hat off to mah granny, “Thanks Granny, I’ll be sure to have a good time alright? If ya need me I’ll be workin’ the fields.”

After a quick trot back to my room to put away the bits I headed out the front door and into the Apple tree grove.

Man it’s hot today, an ah’ mean it. Ever been outside when it’s arid? Well try buckin’ your legs back some 10 times per tree. Now I want you to multiply that by some 40 or so trees an acre, then multiply that by however many acres this farm is!

Worse part is I don’t even see Big Mac workin’ an Appleblooms probley on some sorta crazy adventure with her friends. Then there’s me, stuck buckin’ trees hours on end.

After about three hours of tree buckin’ you start pickin’ up on the simple things that make nature beautiful and kinda terrible. I’m seein’ lots of bird attack eachother, lots of preditors round’ this time of the year I guess.

…

Y’all know what’s more borin’ than applebuckin’ for some three hours on end? Why applebuckin’ for nine hours on end.

My legs are tired, and sore. Also I think my behind has a sunburn on it, I probley should’ve invested in some rash crème but I don’t believe I have any; didn’t really reckon on havin’ an accident and not cleaning myself up.

I suppose it’s mah fault like everything else; laziness is a sin after all. I lined my legs up with the tree, I sprung forward, kicked the tree’s hard wood surface and watched as dozens of apples fell around me.

I swear it’s getting harder every day, A-Ah wanna give up so bad but I can’t! Not just yet, I’m not lettin’ down the family!

I kicked the tree behind me a few more times before I gave up, the tree was empty; I was just a bit wiled up I guess?

Out of nowhere a streak of Rainbow comes blazin’ past the sky… it was Rainbow Dash. Oh god why?! I ducked my face in front hoofs and prayed for her to leave me alone. Rainbow wasn’t real rational to begin with and it didn’t help that I have no explanation for my actions.

I’d say it took her a good dozen minutes to spot me, it’s not like her to take her time; something was up.

“A-Applejack?” I heard from behind. A part of me wanted to turn around but my self-esteem got the better of me. I ducked to the ground like a little filly and blushed. I don’t have words, this is beyond embrassin’, I don’t know what to say!

Rainbow walked up behind me gracing my side with her flank and oh my gosh I wanna melt. I think she could tell I was nervous, probley cause of my position but still. She crouched next to my head an pecked my on the cheek. She bit my ear and whispered, “I-I’m sorry I called you those mean things, I just don’t know. I just don’t know what that was all about and I overreacted.”

I bit my lower lip and stood back up on all fours, “I-It’s mah’ fault Rainbow, I didn’t ever want somepony seein’ me like that. It’s embrassing and it’s all my fault!”

Rainbow frowned; I could tell she was being genuine. She’s so sweet sometimes, “W-what do you mean ‘It’s all my fault’?”

I looked away from her, I felt the tears gatherin’ round my eyes. I don’t want her to see me like this, I wanna be the strong one in the relationship, “I-I… two days from now.”

I could tell Rainbow was on the brink of remembering, she had a curtain glimmer in her eye that told me she was trying to recall something.

“Mah’ parents death…” I said hanging my head in shame.

Rainbow’s expression lit up and she covered her mouth “Uh-oh...” She hugged me tight and told me to sit down.

I sat on my sore rump and felt my legs get weaker. I could tell there was a clear loss of tension in my muscles; I just sorta melted into Rainbow’s embrace.

Feelin’ a bit winded I asked, “So whatcha thinkin’ now?”

Rainbow frowned, “I-I dunno, does the accident have anything to do with what happened with you last night?”

I blushed, “I-I dunno Rainbow, I just feel guilty bout’ it all an I don’t wanna let any pony down, an doin’ that thing I did last night makes everything seem alright.”

Rainbow pecked me on the cheek, “Well I wanna help you. I know I’m not always the most understanding person but I still love you regardless. I-I’ll talk to you later, I don’t wanna interrupt your work now and I have to get back to cloud monitoring.”

I turned my head to her leaning in for a kiss, my lips met her and my face got even hotter than it already was. I smiled, “One more thing, would you please not tell anypony bout’ what happened last night?”

For some reason the expression in Rainbow’s face dropped almost like what I said hit a sour note. Smirking she weakly smiled, “N-no problem Aj, I-I’ll talk to you later alright? I-I love you, goodbye”. With that she flew back into the sunset leaving me one my lonesome sour behind once more.

I gave up for the night, I think I met my quota, can’t right tell to be honest. I’m not gonna bother pullin’ the applecart back tonight, it’s only half full anyway.

Slowly I start pacing my way back to the barn. I can feel the sweat run down my forehead and my blood pumping in the back of my legs. I’m really glad I don’t have a mirror to see myself with, I must look a mess.

I feel like it’s my fault that I’m so tired, it was selfish for stayin’ up so late roleplaying. I’m such a selfish pony, I can’t even support my family.

Along the way home I start noticing the overwhelming lack of breeze at this barn, my body is so tense; like a thousand needles stick into every orifice of my body each time I step. I eventually make it back to the main barnyard; it’s pretty well getting dark, family probably ate already.

I walk to the back of the barn and into the small shower shack we have back there. I wash myself which albeit refreshing, ain’t all that relaxing. The water is freezing cold and just plain uncomfortable.

I don’t feel the need to describe my bathing rituals in full detail. I just wash my hair, wash my coat, my eh… privates, and polish my hoofs. I shake any and all water off my body.

Outside of the washroom is a small tin tub. My parents used to warm it up for Applebloom and I when we were youngins’, I sometimes help Applebloom bath when she needs it.

Heh, I love Applebloom more than any other pony in my life. By that I mean I guess I just care for her the most, it’s real hard growing up without a mommy and I try hard for to make sure she feels like she has one. I defiantly ain’t no filly though, and I certainly ain’t no stallion. I know I’m not much of an influence on Applebloom’s life, but I like to think I am.

Ah walk back into my house, like I guessed the entire place is pitch black. I-I don’t know why, but I kinda wanna check on Applebloom, maybe see how she’s doing.

I knock on her door, “Hey Applebloom, mind if I come in?”

“Sure thing!” I hear from the other end of the doorway.

I walked in her door; stepping inside the first thing I noticed was an array of differn’t colored crayons scattered across the floor. Applebloom of course sat in the center of them using one of them to illustrate a drawing in front of her.

Shutting the door, I trotted over to her. She’s so adorable when she’s not crusadin’. Ah duck down beside her makin’ sure not to interrupt her drawing too much.

“Watcha doin their baby sis?”

Applebloom spat out the crayon and lifted her drawing up, “I drew you and the rest of the family of course…”

I couldn’t quite tell what was wrong with her expression, but there was something defintly up. Still I pet her mane and held her closer to my body, “Awh, that’s great Applebloom. You’re such a good artist!”

I watched her smile before she staired at me nervously.

“Is something wrong Applebloom?”

Applebloom looked at the floor avoiding eye contact with me, “I-I was talkin’ to Scootaloo today. Scootaloo said that Rainbow saw you this morning dressed awfully weird.”

I blushed, “Whadda ya mean there Applebloom, what all did she say I was wearing?”

Applebloom shrugged, “I dunno, something kinda foalish. I didn’t even know you wear clothes to bed…”

Oh thank Celestia Applebloom doesn’t know. With a bit more confidence I spoke, “Well Applebloom, ya see I was wearin’ a nightgown. I know I don’t act like a filly much, but sometimes I like to dress up.”

Applebloom looked me dead in the eyes, “Y-You’re lien ain’t ya?”

(Shoot!) With a false smile I turned my head to the side, “Alright… what do you mean?”

Applebloom clapped her hoofs together drawing her own attention away from me, “I-I went into your room and found somethin’…”

I turned my head to the side, “What do you mean Applebloom?”

It’s worth noting that by this point I was making a mental checklist of everything I remembered to throw away. I should be good as long as Applebloom didn’t find my soiled diaper.

I watched as Applebloom blushed reluctantly stepping up on her little hoofs. Her steps were shakey as she moved towards her bed stand. Her head ducked in shame she sat down infront of me with my bottle; it was half filled with milk.

“W-where’d you find that?” I said cranking my head to the side.

Meekly Applebloom spoke, “A-ah found it by your bedside. Ah was going to return it to you when I was done, ah’m sorry!

I smiled warmly wrapping my hoof around her bringing her in tight by my side, “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that Applebloom. I was going to give you that bottle anyway; I found it last night in my closet.”

There’s was a long silence before I broke it with an obvious question. I used my hoof to grace Applebloom’s mane as I held her close by my side, “So tell me Applebloom…” I looked her in the eye, she was blushing like she was ashamed, “Why do y’all want to use a foal’s bottle?”

Applebloom used her front hoofs to cover up her face, “I-I dunno…”

I started gracing her mane a bit gentler, “Now Applebloom, I know you know you’re too old for foal bottles, and I know you know what day it is comin’ up. Y’all care to talk about it?”

Applebloom’s cheeks flared red as she hugged unto my side.

I stood up bringing her to a cradle with one of my arms, “Awh, Applebloom. Let me tuck you in and we’ll talk about it alright?”
Applebloom’s mouth cracked open as she weakly spoke, “C-can we sleep in your room tonight? I-I don’t wanna sleep alone now that I’m thinking about it.”

“About what Applebloom?”

Applebloom closed her eyes, “I-It.”

I didn’t want to stress her any further, so I held her close to my chest and ah let her hold my neck for leverage. I walked her to my room and set her own the bed. I closed the bedroom door shut givin’ her time to get nice and cozy.

“One second Applebloom, I’ll be back.”

I made my way back into Applebloom’s room and grabbed the bottle she dropped on the floor. Making sure not to disrupt my baby sister too much I just snuck to the window side of the bed and crawled into the covers from behind her.

I hugged Scootaloo from behind with one hoof and set the bottle infront of her face with the other.

“No one knows about the bottle other than us right? I suppose you snuck downstairs and got the new milk Big Mac must’ve gotten in market?”

Applebloom nodded.

“Alrighty, well how bout’ we keep it that way alright? It’ll be our little secret, now would you like me to feed you?”

Applebloom tuned her body around and shot her eyes wide open, “H-huh? I-I’m not a foal I just… I just was curious and ah uh…”

I leaned in hugging Applebloom close to my chest, “It’s alright Sugarcube, you just listen to my heartbeat and suck away alright?”

A blush lit Applebloom’s face as she let me guide the bottle’s amber nipple into her mouth.

I felt her hug unto me as I hugged unto her. I remember this moment, my mom used to feed me in bed like this. I don’t know why but I think Applebloom feels the same way I do about our parent’s death.

It doesn’t matter now, all that matters is I help my baby sis through this. Two days is the 9th anniversary of my parent’s death and I think I’m not the only one that remembers that now.

I hug Applebloom extra tight leaning my head in to kiss her on her forhead. Muffled by my chest I hear the distinct sobbing of Applebloom.

The room went silent as the sound of Applebloom’s feeding filled the air. Before I knew it Applebloom let go of the bottle and rested her head against my chest.

Ah ain’t really sure why but I found myself holding my sisters head closer to my chest. All of a sudden Applebloom closed her eyes and fell asleep…

Author's Note

I know it's been a long time since I've posted a new chapter. I would like you guys to know that this story is now my secondary concern under "Pattycakes 3" and will be taking the place of "Pinkie Pie's Obsession" in terms of production! ^-^

Anyhow, I hope to have next chapter of this out in (7-10) days from now.

I hope everypony has a great day! ~Oliver_England

Applebutt

I woke up sometime in the dead of mornin’ Applebloom was sleepin’ in my arms. Using my hoof I guided it through her messy red mane, poor thing probably understands what happening to her than I do.

I starred aimlessly up at the ceiling what feels like forever, it ain’t too bright outside today. Infact I’m almost curtain it’s gonna rain. That aside I’m sure I’ll be able to get at least a few hours of applebuckin’ done today!

Ah swear it seems all I’m useful for anymore; just buckin’ Apples to pay for a farm so I can keep buckin’ Apples. I know I’m one of the most important mares in equestria providing food, but I sure don’t feel important.

Lookin’ at mah sister’s innocent expression makes me feel a bit better though and I ain’t so sure why either. She just looks so content with herself. It’s almost like she ain’t thinkin’ about crusadin’ or school or anything; like just bein’ in my arms is enough to make her feel happy.

Round’ mid-morning I notice Applebloom’s eyes shuttering open, she smiled at me as I fought the urge to tear up on the spot. I don’t know why seeing my baby sis has got me so riled up but it does an’ I think ah like it that way.

Applebloom looked around a bit before nuzzling her little head against my chest. With a bit of childish innocence in her voice, she spoke, “Huh? What time is it? Applejack, how come you’re still in bed?”

I smiled kissing mah sister on the forehead, “I know Applebloom, but I didn’t want you to wake up all lonely. Ah thought we could maybe just spend some time together you know?”

I noticed Applebloom’s face light up a bright red as she spoke, “Oh, yeah… a-alright.” She hugged my waist a little bit harder. Closing her eyes I noticed she grinned very slighty… ah did too.

I suppose it ain’t often that I have these special moments with her. I suppose it’s even rarer that she has these special moments with anypony else. Ah often time forget how lonely she must feel bein’ the youngest child in a family that has no time for her.

Still I think her bein’ with me makes us both feel a little bit more loved.

“Applejack, you ain’t gonna tell Granny Smith about this now will ya?” Applebloom asked, a small blush forming on her face.

I shook my head, “No way sis, this’ll be our little secret alright?”

“Alright!”

I assumed she knew what she mean’t by ‘our little secret’, t’ain’t like we were doin’ much else the last couple of days.

Speaking of repetitious activities, I assumed it was best I get out of bed and start my daily cycle. I know it ain’t right with Applebloom by my side but assume it’s for the best that I do as much work as I can. Afterall I am supposed to be off for the next two days or so.

I leaned in planting one last final smootch on Applebloom’s head before hopping outta bed. I bit the sheet with my mouth and pulled the blanket over her body.

Smiling I nodded to her, “Why don’t you just continue to rest lil’ sis. I gotta buck apples before the big storm comes this way and I’m planning on taking ya outta town.”

Her little filly face lit up with joy, “Really? Oh boy!”

I didn’t bother making any further comment, I just grinned and nodded as I walked my out into the hall. It’s funny how much I’ve been neglecting the money Granny gave me, almost like it ain’t even a matter to me. It should be though; I work every day for nothin’ after all.

Eventually I made my way back unto the fields. T’ain’t much to say, just the same repetitious buckin’ as always.

On the other hoof I suppose there was something interesting that happened; that being that there was a pretty rough storm head down my way. I ain’t usually scared of storms but in an orchard filled with apples-ready to fall-I think you get my point?

I still continued bucking for a long while til’ I noticed lighting. See Lighting is usually my que to exit, it ain’t safe bein’ under a tree or nothing while there’s wind around, let alone lighting.

I hitched my wheel barrow to mah back, full of apples the barrow weighs a ton; well, maybe not a ton but enough to dig the wheels into the wet soil beneath my hoofs.

I look up at the sky, it’s all gray but the faint radiance of light some 50 miles away. I start tuggin’ my cart along. It’s so heavy and I feel like I ain’t goin’ nowhere. Not like it matters anyway, it ain’t like apples are going to get any less wet if they make it to the barn today or tomorrow.

About half an hour into my trek I give up. I buck my hips up knocking the wheel barrow’s heavy harness unto the ground next to me.

That weight lifted from me, I made a mad dash back to my house. I swear rain feels awful bizarre on your coat; it has this weird moisturizing feeling that really kinda burns at the same time. Then again that’s probably just the rain running down the cuts on my hoofs.

That’s probably it.

I made it back to my house, walking through the doorway. The house was empty, ah think Big Macintosh is probably elsewhere by now. Actually I’m pretty sure he was making his way to Ponyville today for market, I hope he’s okay.

“Granny!” I call out wonderin’ where everypony is.

I spent the next couple of minutes stumbling through the house trying to keep my balance. Something about Applebuckin' makes your hoofs shakey.

“In here darlin'!”

I walk into the living room where Applebloom and Granny are sittin’ on the couch, I suppose Granny was reading the paper to Applebloom or something.

Applebloom looked at me, “Hai Applejack, how was the field?”

I smiled, “It was alright, a bit wet. I couldn’t made it more than a few hours had it not been for the rain.

Granny lowered the paper smirking, “Awh, quit being so modest Applejack. You were out there late enough to work your way til’ dinner.”

I grabbed the seat next to her, “Well you ain’t seen that storm. I’m sorry I didn’t meet the quota, it’s imposable to line up your legs in the mud. It also ain’t too good for traction either.”

Granny nodded, “It ain’t no problem now. A little bit concerning, but it ain’t really your fault. You should really relax before you end up hurting yourself you know?”

I lost it at that point, I don’t know why but working anything less than perfection isn’t something I can do. I don’t want to disappoint them again, not after last time.

Indignant to her response I sat up a little bit straighter and yelled, “It ain’t my fault! No pony is willing to help me and I feel like I’m on my own out and that field. Big Mac is my only company and he ain’t talkin’ much anymore! It’s lonely workin’ a dozen hours a day by yourself!”

I could tell I made Granny Smith a bit uncomfortable. She gave me a bit of a dead glare before closing her eyes, “Why don’t we just discuss this over dinner alright?”

I nodded and we stood. Slowly I walked towards the kitchen makin’ sure my family was following fast behind, “You comin’ Applebloom?”

Applebloom shook her head, “Already ate, thanks for thinking about me though!” She smiled.

I tipped my hat at her, “Alright Missy. Well you just head to bed alright? I know it’s awful early, but we outta be heading out as soon as we can you know?”

Applebloom nodded before prancing away. I swear she getting a lot more feminine than I imagined she would. Then again she ain’t got much male affluence in her life.

I made my way to the dining room table where there was my dinner already in place infront of me, “Apples?” I said a bit disappointed by my family’s lack of verity.

Granny shrugged her shoulders, “Sorry Hon, there ain’t nothin’ else in the fridgerator. Part of why Big Mac is goin’ to market.”

I rolled my eyes before biting into the apple; it taste bitter despite being so sweet.

“You know Granny, where exactly am I taking Applebloom tomorrow?”

The sound of rain densed and became notably loud. What was a small sprinkle of condensed humidity was now a complete shower of rain. Atleast from what I could tell.

Granny tapped on her chin, “Well, I thought you’d go to appleloosa. I suppose you could take her anywhere really…” She looked me in the eyes, “I just want you to remind her that she ain’t a mare yet. Ya should buy her toys, some clothes, that sort of thing.”

I down the water by the apple. Wiping whatever didn’t make it into my mouth, I raised an eyebrow, “This is all just a distraction ain’t it? Y’all just pushing Applebloom’s feeling along cause you think she shouldn’t coup with this thing right?”

The room went silent and Granny Smith had a disappointed look on her face. I got out of my chair and made my way out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Sitting down on the couch I laid back tipping my hat over my eyes, I think I’m getting a headache or somethin’. The air feels kinda humid and there’s a burning sensation on base of my neck, almost like something is bitin’ me.

I’d fall asleep but I feel decently rested. I mean I could take a nap now but it’d do me no good, I’m actually feeling tired but strangely comfortable bein’ awake. It’s complicated but my whole head feels like it’s shaking.

Ah tip my hat back up and close my eyes. I swear there ain’t anything good about this moment. I just gotta calm down before I say anything else out of line.

Right on cue I hear Granny’s voice, “Applejack, you come back here!”

I yelled back, “Granny I ain’t in the mood to talk alright? Just-just let me think things over alright?”

I got no answer. With a sigh I got off of my seat on the couch and left. I strolled through the house picking up on any small details I could use to get my thoughts away from the what I yelled at granny. I really hope Applebloom didn’t hear that.

I suppose it’s all mah fault I’ve been awful agitated lately. It’s almost like ah don’t don’t know how to control my emotions anymore.

Before I knew it I was up my house’s stairs and infront of my bedroom door. I turned the lauch and opened the door; and oh my god!

Infront of me Applebloom was sitting by my closet, raiding through my box of foal stuff. Worst of all she was in the middle of puttin’ on a-a diaper.

She ain’t saw me yet so I just backed away from the bedroom door and very very slowly shut it closed.

Oh my Celestia I wish I knew what was goin’ through that child’s mind. It’s one thing to be wantin’ to be fed, but wanting to be a foal was another.

I made my way to Applebloom’s room, closin’ the door behind me; I broke down sobbing on the floor. I don’t know why but seeing Applebloom and her tiny hoofs actively tryin’ to humiliate herself like that was too much to take!

After a bit of crying I stood up on my shaky hoofs and proceeded to look through all of Applebloom’s drawers.

I made my way through her closet, under her bed, everywhere to search for some sort of evidence that this wasn’t just a recent occurrence.

Finally I stumbled upon her dresser’s bottom drawer. It don’t look like much all covered in clothing and stuff but underneath the pile of clothes were a few particular items.

The first item I held up to my face was a picture of Applebloom with her friends. More disturbing however, was that as I went through a few more pictures she seemed to have become more distant from Scootaloo and Sweetiebelle in the drawings.

The last one was the most concerning. It was a picture of Applebloom all alone in a dark room with the words “Worthless blank flank” written crudely a crossed it.

I scoward through Applebloom’s drawer findin’ a few more interesting items. Against my better judgement I bit down on a small red piece of cloth and drug it out with my mouth unto the floor beside me. It was one of Applebloom’s foal diapers. It didn’t look dirty but it did look a bit strained around the edges, almost as if she’d tried it on recently.

The diaper itself was solid red with white buttons. Inside the diaper was lined with a reusable padding. The back of the diaper had a small applebloom on it, I guess Dad was trying to buy something ironic.

The rest of the bottom of the drawer was just foal stuff; stuffed animals, foal toys, teething rings, that sort of thing.

Carefully I put everything back into place and shut the drawer. I suppose now is a good a time as ever to confront Applebloom bout’ this…

I started walking towards the door but stopped when I noticed the knobb turning a bit.

Applebloom peaked her head inside, she had a pacifier in her mouth, turning her head she looked at me. Her eyes opened wide and her expression tinted rouge.

I tried smiling warmly at her, “Come on in sug’, you ain’t got nothin’ to be scared of.”

All she did was whimper as tears seemed to swell up in her eyes. I could tell she just wanted to run away, but something about her predicament made her freeze up.

“Come on now, step inside Applebloom.” I said gesturing my hoofs towards myself.

Applebloom shook her head. Poor thing must be terrified out of her mind.

I stepped closer to Applebloom and eventually had to pull the door open. I watched Applebloom’s expression turned from embarrassed to absolutely terrified. Scanning my eyes down her small figure I notice the diaper she must have put on moments before.

Applebloom got this dreadful defeated look as she slouched a bit in place. I didn’t want to make her situation any more uncomfortable for her, so I reached out my hoofs and cradled her tight.

On my back hoofs I carried her into her room. Maneuverin’ my way around her door, I sat on my rump and laid back closing the doorway shut with my sister in my hoofs.

I reached one of my forehoofs upwards locking Applebloom’s door before guiding it behind mah’ sister’s back.

She ducked her face into my chest as she sobbed uncontrollably. Ah feel really bad for her, she must be so confused!

I hug her tighter with one hoof and pat her diapered bottom with the other. I ain’t really used to handling foals but I always imagine this is how’d you calm em’.

I leaned in nuzzling her mane with my nose, “It’s alright Applebloom, ain’t nobody got to know about this but you and me.”

Applebloom’s sobs lessened as she spoke more fluently, “Y-you ain’t ma-d at me are yah?”

I shook my head, “Ain’t no way, no how I could be mad at you baby sis. Y’all are just confused I’m sure. I ain’t going to ask you why you’re wearin’ what you are, but I’d like to know how long you’ve had these feelings of bein’ a foal…”

Applebloom shook her head. In a meek voice she whimpered, “A-ah never stopped it alright?”

I pet her mane, “Yah mean you never wanted to grow up? How come?”

Mah sister nuzzled my chest, “A-ah dunno! All ah remember is not wanting to give diapers up when ah was potty trained. I was bed wetting til’ I was six, I don’t know why I just never let go of that part of my life!” Applebloom dug her head deeper into my chest.

I frowned, “Awh Sug, y’all don’t have to think to much about it! I promise we’ll get to the bottom of this on your own time alright?”

“B-But I don’t want to!”she pleaded.

I leaned over pecking her on her little forehead, “Applebloom, it’s important that we get down to the core of your liking of diapers before they become a part of you alright?”

Applebloom pushed away from my chest and wrestled her way outta my arms. A bit confused at her actions at first, she made them blatant to me as she yelled, “Is that it? I’m just gonna end up some little freak cause I don’t wanna know?! Y’all don’t care, y’all never cared!”

Applebloom struggeled her way out of her diaper, kicking it off with a small buck. Tears dripping down her face she whined, “You don’t know what’s goin’ on! You don’t know what it’s like to have no pony care for you! Get out now!” She yelled pointing towards the door.

Ah just walked got on my hoofs and walked my way out of her room picking up the pacifier and diaper she’d dropped along my way. I know it ain’t the bravest thing to do but ah think she just needs time to cool down before our trip.

I made it back towards my bedroom tryin’ to be as quiet as possible. It’s safe to guess that Granny went to bed, her room is downstairs.

Openin’ my bedroom door I shut it, locked it, and ran from it and unto my bed. I have no comment over how badly that went, I messed up. Applebloom was counting on me and I messed up, I’m such a screw up.

I don’t even care about cleaning up the mess Applebloom left on my floor. She must have been searching through my stuff this mornin’, I don’t know, I don’t care, non of it matters right now.

I sat up in my bed and looked out the window, Rainbow was approachin’… great.

Relectantly I opened the bedroom window and let her in. She fluttered untop of my bed right next to me.

Smiling she asked, “Hai what’s up?”

I frowned falling unto my back, “It’s complicated Rainbow. What brings you here anyway?”

She shrugged her shoulders layin’ down next to me. Ah watched her as she rolled untop of me. A small grin formed on her face as she leaned in pressing her muzzle against mine, “Awh nothin’ much. Is there something wrong with coming to see my filly friend?”

I smiled a bit, “Nah I guess not, a heads up would’ve been nice through. I’m just dealing with some stuff with Applebloom. Nothin’ major alright?”

She cuddled up close behind me, landing a kiss on my neck she whispered, “Come on Applejack, lets talk about it.” She maneuvered herself under the blankets.

It’s annoyin’ how she does it but there’s somethin’ bout’ the way she feels against me that makes me weak.

“Ah think Applebloom is havin’ some problems with accepting growin’ up.” I said shyly.

Rainbow kissed me again. In a concerned pitched she asked, “Are you sure this isn’t about you?”

I rolled my eyes, “Rainbow. I know why I do what I do and I don’t want Applebloom to develop the same feelings alright?
Applebloom is feelin’ neglected and it ain’t right. I tried confronting her bout’ it but she just ran away from it.”

Rainbow nuzzled me delivering one last kiss, “Don’t worry Applejack, you’ll catch up with her and she’ll feel a thousand times better. You do feel better with me cuddlin’ you, don’t you?

I smiled blushin’ a bit, “Yeah I suppose so.”

“Exactly” Rainbow said yawning.

I closed my eyes, “I love ya Rainbow!”

“I love you too Applebutt!”

Author's Note

I'll have the new chapter of "Pattycakes 3" posted tomorrow! The next chapter of Applejack's Obsession will be posted within (5-10) days from now! ^-^

Have a nice day! ~England

Get Lucky

It was mornin’ when I awoke. I looked around me and realized that Rainbow Dash was still latching unto me from behind. I didn’t wanna disturb her, so I grabbed unto her hoofs and held em’ close to my chest.

I waited for what seemed like an hour before Rainbow finally came to it.

I spent most of my time thinkin’ bout’ my little sister. I think it’d be best if I apologize to her and granny before her head to wherever we’re going. Well I suppose we’ll head down to manehattan, there I will show Applebloom a few things about her little secret and maybe get a chance to talk to her about it.

Rainbow Dash woke up, I felt her kiss my neck. It tickled a little bit and it made me grin.

Naturally I turned around to face her; her eyes glimmered like amethyst in the morning sun. She’s so beautiful. I put my hands on her chest and leaned in kissing her on the lips, my eyes closed and everything in that moment felt perfect.

When I opened my eyes and let go of the kiss she smiled at me real sweet, “Well good morning babe, how are you doing?”

I love it when she talks to me like that. I can’t describe why, but feeling her embrace makes me feel real special inside. It’s almost as if time don’t matter in that moment and all now is how good it feels to be held by another.

Rainbow broke away from the hug slowly; she landed another kiss on my cheeks before she spoke, “Applejack, I gotta go! I might have over slept now that I think of it… umm I’ll see ya when I you get back alright?”

I nodded as she opened my window, “Alright now, I want you to take care of yourself now you hear?!”

Rainbow rolled her eyes and gave me a coy grin. Of course she’d be alright, she was a tougher pony than me… although I’d never admit it. “Yeah, no prob. I’ll see you later love!” and she set off.

I never really considered how briefly I get to talk to her. Sometimes I feel like ah can’t catch up, thankfully she’s there to slow down for me.

I don’t wanna waste any more time though. Slowly but surely I made my way out of bed and started packing my stuff. It didn’t take long before my suitcase was up and ready to go. Now I only really face Applebloom, hopefully she’s still sleepin’.

I made my way to Applebloom’s room, she was sleepin’ real quiet wrapped up in her heavy blankets. She ain’t too casual bout’ sleepin’, she’s one of those ponies that tosses and turns all night long.

I nudged her shoulder with my right hoof, thought I’d wake her gently. She opened her eyes reluctantly. By the looks of it, I’d say that she’s just a bit tired.

“A-Applejack?” Apple Bloom muttered looking at me with this transposed expression. Her eyes looked sore, almost like she’d been rubbin’ em’ or something.

I climbed up on her bed, “There somethin’ wrong Applebloom?”

She stretched her hoofs a little bit before getting up and nuzzling my chest, “No, ah just am sorry. I-I’m sorry for acting like a foal.”

I nuzzled her back, “You ain’t got nothin’ to fret about little sis. Long as you don’t let this little secret out to any pony else, it’ll be just somethin’ between us.”

She sat down and smiled.

Nodding I told her, “Alrighty now Missy, you just get the rest of your things packed and I’ll meet ya downstairs.”

We parted our way and I went back to my room to get everything I needed. I don’t right know why, but I packed the pacifier just in case. I suppose goin’ anywhere for Applebloom might be intimidating; she’s never been anywhere too far from home.

Then again, I suppose that’s why Applebloom has this whole obsession.

I held the pacifier up to my face.

Then again, maybe that’s why I do to. I don’t usually like riskin’ goin’ on vactions like this for a reason. I don’t think it’s right to quit the job before it’s done, then again maybe I’m just over thinking things. Maybe it don’t matter, maybe it all has to do with livin’ in the moment with ones ya care about fore’ it’s too late.

Maybe ah need to talk this out with my little sister. She seems fairly happy despite a her cutie mark and everything; at least happier than me that is.

Non-the less, I threw the pacifier back into the suitcase and shut it. I suppose it doesn’t really matter much at the time, I think we outta head out to the train station before noon. Manehatten gets a little crazy round’ lunch time.

Applebloom headed out the door; odd we didn’t see Granny Smith outta bed. I hope she’s doin’ alright, she was just downstairs sleepin’ on the couch. I figure I best not disturb her, I’m sure Big Mac will be back later anyhow.

With Applebloom all ready to go, we headed out the door. Ain’t much that happened after that. We just walked to the train station with our luggage, took about two and a half hours of Applebloom gripin’ about the long trip, but it was worth it.

The seats inside Applebloom and I’s cabin were nice; they were red with gold trimming and they felt pretty velvety. Honestly the train cabins were really nice, if I do speak truly. The whole inside was very, well… formal kinda. I suppose ‘retro’ is a better term. Everything inside seemed dated, but it was very comfortable at the same time.

Applebloom was content staring out at the window; she ain’t ever seen suburbs before. I never quite saw the reason why Manehatten allowed suburbs to be built outside the city. Then again, in Manehatten, if you can’t build out you build up.

Then again, maybe the city folk didn’t wanna live life strictly in the city. I know the city folk like workin’ in the city, I don’t see why they live there. Ah just ain’t sure about it.

I trotted up to Applebloom who’s sight was still fixated outside the train and at the bustling town around it, “Hey Applebloom, something got your attention?”

Appleblooms turned her head and looked at me, “Ain’t nothin’ just wondering about the big city.”

“What about it?” I asked wrapping my hoof around her shoulder.

Applebloom cracked a small smile, “Ah’m just thinking I might move her one day, away from the farm. It seems like it’d be so nice living in a well maintained house like that.” She said pointing at a rather well trimmed, well decorated manor estate.

I nodded, “It sure would Applebloom, I might not ever live it, but you might.”

I felt her brush her head against my chest, almost like she was leaning against me, “To be a big city pony.”

I leaned my head over kissing the top of her mane, “Eey-up, I won’t bore you with how I almost got over- I mean how I almost became a big city pony. Tried living with my aunt and uncle, our aunt and uncle, it was like livin’ a lie. I ain’t going to explain it again; y’all already know the story of my cutie mark.

She nodded, “Mmmhmm, I wonder if my cutie mark will be something with apples…”

I embraced her closer to my chest with one hoof, “Let’s hope not, I think you do so much more than the apple farm. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I’ll still love you either way…”

We stayed there silent in the radiant presence of the sun; Applebloom dozed off layin’ quietly by my side. I ain’t ever seen her so relaxed before; her own hug loosely surrounding my waist, I ain’t never seen her like this with anypony.

It’d been months since the last time I was in Manehatten. I’m not a fan of the capital city; I’m definitely not a fan of the traffic there. Yet I occasionally do some vendor work there, it is important that I never stop working.

A part of me wants to tell Applebloom my motive for going to Manehatten this time. I’ve kinda been checkin’ out this pony foal store for a while now; found it advertised in one of Rarity’s fashion magazines.

I ain’t usually one to check out fashion, but I am still sorta a mare. It don’t really hurt no pony for me to be feminine, I wouldn’t be caught dead talkin’ about it now, but you get my point. The only time I wanna act like a lady is when I’m umm… ‘relaxing’ or when I’m with Rainbow.

I’d never admit it to Rainbow’s face, but I love every minute being held by another pony. It feels good not havin’ such a heavy world lay on your shoulders, let alone two.

The train came to a complete stop, I nudged Applebloom,

“Come on silly filly, get up now.”

Applebloom slowly but surely regained her peripherals. I suppose it’s a bit tough wakin’ p after such a long nap. She must have been out a good two or three hours… speaking of which I think we outta grab some lunch or something.

After another some odd hours of travelin’ the streets of Manehattan, we made our way to one of the dozen of patisseries in the downtown district. Patisserie is fancy for bake good shop; I only know that because the very same special filly I’m travlin’ with taught me that.

Applebloom wasn’t really fluent in the foreign language she speaks but it’s definitely an impressive talent for such a little filly.

Back to what I was saying, I took Applebloom into the bake shop for lunch. We don’t usually have much wheat or milk based foods in ponyville, other than The Cakes Bakery, which is ironically why we don’t have many other specialty bake shops in Ponyville.

Call it the ignorance of the land, but some ponies just don’t wanna change things. Don’t get me wrong, I really love that Mr. and Mrs. Cake do so well, but their monopoly does cause problems and it dominates the other buiness’s simply because they’re such a well-known shop.

That being said, I don’t usually take Applebloom out much to begin with.

We stopped inside and got seated right away. Ain’t anything too fancy, definitely nothing like Canterlot, still fancy enough to look pretty though. All the chairs and stuff were well built and the whole place looked nice, reminds me a lot of something in Canterlot.

Applebloom and took our seat. I ain’t much for small talk but I smiled at her, “So Applebloom, this is a patisserie right?”

My little sister looked at me real funny, “Yeah, hehe. I see you’re learning?”

“Course I am Applebloom, I think I’m getting better all the time”.

Applebloom nodded, “Hehe, yeah! I think your pronunciation could improve a bit.”

I blushed, “Awh stop it Applebloom” Y’all are getting too smart, too fast!”

My little sister shrugged her hoofs before fallen subject to some light chuckling. If there’s one thing I love about little fillies, really all foals, is they’re so appreciative of compliments. I’ve only raised one foal and she loves it every time ah tell her she’s done something good.

Rightfully she should. Applebloom is such a special little filly. I’d do anything to make her feel safe in my hoofs and I think she knows that!

Her and I both ordered cupcakes, pricey ones too. Nothing is too good for her.

We ate our meals pretty quite. Applebloom talked a little bit about how sweet sapphire icing taste. Gems are rather pricey but they taste real sweet!

After walking some 20 blocks through the metropolis, we finally checked into a hotel. Like I imagined the entire inside of the hotel was the same as the train, all covered in velvet and such. We got a room one the 10th floor. I thought it’d be nice to give Applebloom a view.

Inside the room ah noticed all sorta things. The walls had this light blueish tint to em’, the countertops matched the chesnut wood shelves. Modern chrome appliances barred overtop the fancy white tiles in the kitchen. Meanwhile the rest of the room was decored in a very fancy chestnut wood with pearly white cushions.

I ain’t usually much for fancy décor, but I sure do appreciate a nice living space, it makes you feel a bit like princess.

Naturally the first thing I did was hop up one the queen sized bed. I suppose I didn’t notice it earlier, but Applebloom and I suppose will be sharing the bed. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with it, I like cuddling with her.

Applebloom followed my actions and hopped unto of the bedding, she dug herself in the bed’s heavy red and white blankets and laid down.

Despite all our walkin’ earlier, she still looked a bit tired. I suppose she very well might be, I don’t usually mind Applebloom on regular days of the week, maybe she really is tired like this all the time…

“Applebloom, you wanna take a nap or something while I go explore around town a little bit?”

Applebloom smiled curling up into a cute little ball. I suppose that’s a yes, there ain’t no text book for this sorta thing, you just gotta have faith the Applebloom will stay still.

A thought rang through my head before I rushed over to my luggage bag. I almost forgot why I packed what I did in the first place.

Acting fast, ah grabbed the item I was looking for and started to help Applebloom tuck herself in. I tried to be as gentle as I could, slowly I stuck the pacifier in her mouth before I pulled the heavy blanket over her tiny body.

She looked up confused at me for a second, before she turned to her side and closed her eyes. I think there’s a part of her that wants to talk about her little secret, but I think she’s scared too all at the same time.

I know not much has happened today, but it feels like it’s moving so quickly. Ah always figured that Applebloom would have been more talkive, but I suppose not.

Meanwhile I haven’t said a word. Maybe it’s the effect the city has on you, but you just move so fast that you don’t recognize time. Like, how do you remember what’s happening with the world moving around you so fast?! I didn’t mention it earlier, but seeing all those blank expressions on the street is intimating, almost like everypony doesn’t care.

I made my way outta the hotel and onto the streets. It’s intimidating walkin’ in such a big city! It feels like I’m living in my own world and no one cares if I’m there or not.

I look up at these towering brick monoliths and I start thinking the about how insignificant I am in the grand stream of things. A-ah feel like I’m moving fast, a-and at any minute I could be g-gone, a-and-

I walked right into a stallion.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” I said helping him pick up his belongings. He must have been a shopping or something. If he wasn’t, the dozen shopping bags attracted to his saddle wouldn’t have made a lick of sense.

He stood up straight and looked at me. He had a light green mint like mane, and a short white mane and tail. He cracked a smile, his teeth glimmered, he-he’s so...

“It’s no problem ma’am.” He said giving me the most heartwarming grin of my life.

I froze in place, why was I feeling this way about a-a stallion. I ain’t ever met a stallion that made me stair slack-jawled at him, and yet here he was…

“A-ah’m so sorry.” I said falling to the hard concrete ground.

He hooked the bags to the hooks on his saddle. I watched him as he ducked his head infront of mine, he laid a hoof on my should and smiled again, “It’s quite alright, I should have been looking where I was going… say you’re not from here are you?”

I tensed up as I got on my forehoofs. I held a weak smile as I nodded.

He chuckled a bit, “Hehe, you sound like you’re from Appleloosa…”

“Ponyville” I corrected meekily.

He brushed his mane back up with one hoof, “Awh, I have some relatives that live that way… my name is Lucky by the way…”

I tipped my hat… Strike that, I-I forgot my hat… “Oh, m-mine is Applejack… I was just heading towards a little store while still have some free time.”

He turned his head to the side, “Got ya, Need anyhelp?”

I shrugged my shoulders, I didn’t wanna need help but I got no idea where anything is in Manehatten. That being said, my destination is rather ‘akward’…

“S-sure” I said weary that he’d ask me any fellow up questions.

On que, he asked, “Where to?”

I brushed my left hoof up and down my other hoof, “U-umm… It’s an um… ‘special shop’”

He gave me a curious grin, “What’s that Applejack.”

I whispered, “S-silly Fillies and Adult Foals…”

“What’s that?” He asked doubting my very answer.

I got a bit agitated and yelled, “Silly Fillies and Adult Foals!”

He blushed, “Oh my, I wouldn’t have guessed a pretty mare like you would...”

Tears overwhelmed my face as I ducked on my fore hoofs again. I yelled, “Don’t say it! I know you wouldn’t understand, just like every pony else does!” I don’t know why I let my emotions get ahead of myself like that, he probably doesn’t even want to date me…

Wait, what am I thinking? I got a filly friend back home! I can’t be fraternizing with a stallion!

Lucky walked into the nearby shop and dropped a few of his bags. He yelled a few things at the store’s register clerk and stepped back outside. “Come on Applejack, I hate to see a pretty mare like yourself shed tears. I don’t know you, but I know a nice pony when I see one. Come on, let me escort you there.”

I wiped the tears from my eyes, this really can’t be happenin’. How could a somepony be so understanding this quickly? He pulled me up on my hoofs and helped me get steady. I know it probably wasn’t a good idea trusting him, but I know an honest stallion when I see one…

I started following him down the street blindly. After some 5 blocks down the neon plastered walls of the city, I got curious.

“Why are you bein so nice, and why do you know where this store is?” I asked stopping dead in my tracks.

He didn’t say a word, but he did come to a stop in front of a small glass entrance way. To his side, a pink side hung on the shop’s window, “Silly Filly’s special deals.”

He chuckled a bit opening the door for me, “Hehe, I know the owner… she’s my sister.”

I blushed, “Oh my… you’ve been really nice. T-thankyou Lucky, Ah wouldn’t have found this place for hours without you”. I kissed him on the cheek before stepping into the doorway. I hope he didn’t plan on meeting me again, I couldn’t handle that.

I watched as he stepped lightly away from the door and back down the street.

“Could help you with something little filly?”

I turned my head, infront of me a yellow and brown striped maned, yellow coated mare stood infront of me. She smiled at me real sweetly, “Hehe, hey Silly! My name is Binky! You got something in mind for yourself?”

“Hehe” I chuckled awardly, “Ah suppose I do…”

Author's Note

Alright, the next chapter will be out in (7-14) Days! ^-^

I'm also in the process of starting "Fluttercrinkle (The Remake)" So it'll be out in (1-7) Days! ^3^

Have a nice day! ~England

Silly Filly

“Well what is that silly?” The clerk, err… Binky said stepping right up behind me, “We got everything from furniture to clothing for the baby in you!”

My eyes shot open wide, I dunno why either. It’s not like most ponies buy ‘foal stuff’ so casually. Of course she’d think I’m buyin’ the stuff for myself, I am buying it for myself anyway.

“Well?” Binky said bein’ real impatient with me, “What do you want to buy?”

I ain’t really put much thought into it to be honest. Lookin’ around, I saw they had everything; diapers, dresses, cribs, everything. I wanna buy a crib in all honesty; get all warm and cozy after a hard day’s night of labor. If only I had my own place.

“Uhm… Could we start out lookin’ at diapers?” I asked trying to keep a straight face. I couldn’t quite make determine whether I wanted to grin or blush.

Binky nodded, “Alright little filly, so do you want cloth or disposable?”

I never really tried cloth diapers before, maybe I outta give em’ a chance?

“C-cloth?”

Binky walked me over to an isle way filled with dozens upon dozens of differn’t designs, “Alrighty, what do you have in mind?” She delved closed to my face and looked at my expression. I was a bit worried. “You’re a silly type aren’t you? You look at all stressed out and wanna be somepony’s little princess?”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. It was all true, so I just nodded.

All of a sudden she gave me a coy smile, “You’re a real sissy type. You want your little rump to be covered in frills. Don’t deny it AJ, we’re the only two in this store!”

I blushed, I suppose I do. Although I hate to admit it, the thought of bein’ a little diapered princess sounds so cute to me right now! I really should resist, but the offer to confuse feels so tempting. I doubt Binky would tell another soul anyway, she seems like such a nice filly.

Awkwardly I nodded up and down; her question was a just a little bit awkward. Although lookin’ round at all the assorted baby stuff, the furniture, and all. It’s almost certainly not a place for courtesy; this was a house of fetish stuff.

“Y’all are right” I told her lookin’ her straight in the eye, “I wanna be held and coddled sometimes too!”

Binky giggled right at my face. Funny how the employees round’ this part of the city are so open with their clientele. I suppose Binky might have a liken’ towards foal stuff. I think I’d rather confirm that suspicion later. Right now I’m just concerned with buyin’ my clothes.

She gave me a bit of a smug grin, almost like she knows something I don’t. I don’t really matter much anyway I suppose.

A bit undignified after my last remark, I spouted, “Listen Binky. C-could you please just show me around this place and help me pick out some new baby stuff? I-I really wanna feel pretty.”

“What’s that Apple?” Binky asked with a subtle sadness to her tone of voice. Weird, it was almost like in that instance, that she understood something more than I was leading on.

Binky smiled, “Listen Applejack, I want you to head to that back room and wait for me…” Binky moved her hoof onto my face and brushed it a little bit, “I’ll grab some stuff I think you’ll like.”

Ah followed Binky’s que obediently. Along the way I took a small gander at all of the furniture in the store. So many cute depictions of childish cartoons plastered on blankets and pillows. Cribs colored all sorts of beautiful shades of white, baby blue, pink, and brown. I want one so bad!

The back wall of the store was covered by a multitude of baby toys; rattles, teething rings, and the sort. I really wish I had my own spot to hide this stuff. Ever so slowly I turned the knob of the light pink door. It was serial, and the room was pitch black in appearance.

I peeked my hoof through the open doorway and flicked the light switch on. Taking a seat on the room’s carpeted floor, a small noise made kinda obvious the door shut behind me.

I looked around the room; it wasn’t nothin’ but baby stud. Heh, I should”ve guessed that’s the sorta backroom that’d be attached to a store like this. Ain’t really a problem anyway, If somepony wants to coddle me I’m fine with it… I just wish it were Rainbow.

My eyes lose focus as I instead stare blankly at my surroundings. A mobile on the ceiling catches my attention. All it is, is a repeating cycle of cartoonish farm animals gliding the sky. Something about flying reminds me of Rainbow. Must be because she’s always such a fast flyer.

What am I saying? I feel like I’ve gone insane. Honestly, everything has been flyin’ by so fast I just don’t know what’s going on anymore! I can’t believe a place like this even exist!

Yet, here it is. A nursery that looks like it’s built for a princess. All surrounded in pastel pink walls, foal furniture, an’ stuffed animals. I should really hate it but I don’t.

Binky came in behind me, stumbling into the nursery like room, with a large diaper bag in hand. She smiled setting the bag down on the ground.

“Alright Applejack, are you ready for a little bit of fun?” Binky said grabbin’ some stuff out of the bag. She laid a lot of clothes on the ground; a pretty diaper cover, a cloth diaper, a pink pacifier, and a lot of other stuff I didn’t what it was.

She pulled out a pill and handed to me, she called it a ‘diuretic’. It’s worth notin’ that around this time I started to question what was going on.

Binky told me somepony paid for a ‘session’. I don’t know what that means, or who thought about calling ahead for it, but this is probably not a rouse; at least I don’t think.

I swallowed the pill; it’s probably some sort of sedative or somethin’. It ain’t worth stressin’ I don’t suppose.

Binky took my hoof and laid me flat on the ground. She unfolded a pink cloth diaper and laid it on my floor. She tapped my cutie mark, an’ I lifted my legs. When I lowered my bottom I felt the diapers soft cloth padding cushion my bottom.

It’s weird feelin’ a diaper huggin’ me around my waist. Diapers give your whole nether region a curtain numbness that just feels so hollow, yet so warm all at once. It’s like a cloud of soft cloth keeping you all warm and safe.

She then pulled the frilly diaper cover thing over my bottom, and pulled me back up and in a pretty tight embrace. Naturally I hugged back. I suppose she forgot the powder, cause she pulled the back of my diaper and poured quite a bit of it in there.

I heard her drop the bottle of powder and I felt her rubbed her hoofs up and down my back. I know I should feel more uneasy but I was absolutely melting in her arms.

I can’t tell If I just fell in love or what. It’s probably the diaper speakin’ alongside of the gentle touches Binky gave me when putting on the diaper. I ain’t ever got that ‘intimate’ with Rainbow. Albeit Binky didn’t do anything but feel around my ‘area’ before closin’ the diaper, but it still felt so nice!

I-I shouldn’t be this turned on but I am. I’m not even supposed to be turned on, why am I? I’ve never thought of diapers in a sexual way until Binky did what she just did. Ahh!

All of sudden, a string in the back of my mind snapped and I absolutely lost it. I just started sobbing uncontrollably in the arms of another mare who I hardly know, just like a filly. I couldn’t stop it either. I’m just a filly, a scared and lonely filly, so I grab hold of the nearest helper I could grip for protection.

Binky must deal with situations like mine all the time, I’m probably just thinkin’ about things too sexually. Maybe it’s just the touch of another pony that’s drivin’ me up the wall so much. My muscles hurt so much, I don’t think I wanna think about havin’ to bear any more stress.

I suppose what I’m sayin’ is, it’s nice to been feelin’ somethin’ soft on my skin. Even if it’s not the mare of my dreams.

Binky let go of the hug and grabbed unto my front hoofs. She smiled sitting down and leaned in to kiss me on the forehead. She’s honestly a bit cute, but she ain’t cute like Rainbow Dash. I appreciate the understanding of the fetish though.

I blushed a bit before meekly askin’, “So Binky, y’all mind tellin’ me what exactly I’m going to be doin’ in this here ‘session’ of ours?”

Binky smiled a bit as she lent me by the hoof, to a little pink padded rug on the ground next to the crib. She gave me a devious stair as she looked down at her flank, “I dunno baby, your little friend told me you’re a sucker for sucker.” She said breaking the sentence in a small giggle.

I froze a bit, that phrase could Imply one of two things and I’m not sure if I’m ready for either.

“Breastfeedin’” I ask innocently enough.

She confirms it with a small nod, and I sigh in relief. I’m a bit knew to filly foolin’, and I certainly don’t want to be uhh… ‘massaging’ a complete stranger. Although I ain’t sure if breastfeedin’ from her is much better.

I look at her a bit aimlessly, “Binky, are you sure either of us really wants to be doin’ this? I think you’re awful pretty and all, and ya seem really swell, but I ain’t so sure-“

“Applejack, you’re thinking too much for such a cute little filly. Just let me take care of the work while you nurse alright. I want you to feel at home here at Silly Fillies. More importantly, I want you to feel safe with me.”

I swallowed, “And why should I do that?”

She gave me another coy smile, “Because Applejack, I don’t let just any costumer have a free session. You’re a bit different I think; you look so stressed and so tired. You clearly work too much, I mean; just look at the cuts on your little hoofsies. You need to relax baby, just suckle away all you want… I promise I’m not judging.

I-I don’t know why, but In that moment I believed every word Binky was sayin’. I sat on my tummy and watched in awh, as Binky turned to her side.

“C-can I?” I asked, as if I didn’t already know.

Binky smiled and nodded, “Mmmhmm. Come on baby, I promise you’re safe with your Mommy.”

Binky’s words made me cringe, while I simultaneously started to feel more warm and fuzzy inside. It’s so weird to think it about bein’ held and coddled like I am. I’m givin’ Binky my full confidence in exchange for love.

I close my eyes and let fait guide me as I lower my lips closer and closer to Binky’s most private parts. I felt a mound of skin push through my lips, and I licked it in gracious anticipation.

Breast milk is weird, kinda sugary sweet. Almost like regular cattle milk in texture, but a bit thicker and more condensed.

I blushed at the very thought of how ridiculous I must look right now. Ain’t no reason somepony my age should be acting like this, yet here I am. I started to retract my head, but on the back of it I felt a hoofs gently rub my mane.

In an angelic tone of voice, Binky sang to me, “It’s alright baby. It’s alright to feel lonely, just know that you’re not. Alright?”

I melted at those words and quickly found myself falling back under the alluring spell of breast feeding from my new friend. I ain’t ever felt this way before, like new blood was running through my veins. I blushed and faded back into reality.

Letting my lips part from Binky’s nipples, I coddled up to her side and hugged on for dear life.

I felt Binky’s loving hand grace my mane as she pet me from the nape of my neck down. “Tell me Applejack, why do you like this? You know, why do you want to be all babied like you are?”

I paused a moment before takin’ a deep breath. I nuzzled her side a bit, “Cause I like being a baby, plain and simple.”

Binky smiled a little bit, “I suppose you could say that, but I doubt that’s hardly the case. Come on Applejack, really dig deep. Why do you find comfort in being a baby?”

“C-cause I… Cause I don’t wanna be an adult.”

“And why’s that?” Binky asked with this weird sympathetic tone in her voice.

“I-I’m scared alright?!”

“Scared of what baby?”

I bit my bottom lip, “I-I don’t know. B-but I do. It ain’t somethin’ I want to get into much detail with a stranger now though!”

Binky smirked, “I see, well don’t worry Applejack. I just want you to know I’ve been talkin’ with your little filly friend, and I’m offering you a job. Figured I’d break the ice with this little session.”

My heart skipped a beat, “I-you-what?”

Binky giggled a little bit, “I was talking to this Rainbow maned mare this morning. She told me about your little fetish and we ended up conversing about your family farm and stuff.”

I really can’t believe Rainbow did that. How did she do that anyway? How’d she know I’d be there.

I smiled a bit, “Wait, but Binky. How’d Rainbow know I was going to be here?”

The orange haired mare shrugged her shoulders, “I dunno, we’re the only “Silly-Filly” store near Ponyville. Not too many places sell stuff like we do. She just told me that a girl named ‘Applejack’ with a southern accent and a cute butt, might drop into the store within the next couple of days.”

“So your saying-“I paused a moment, “Wait, a cute butt?”

The mare in front of me giggled, “Hehe, yeah. Rainbow is a cutie isn’t she, real laid back. I just assumed you were that Southern mare after. I mean, we don’t usually get too many ponies with Southern accents around these parts.”

I smiled a bit, “You’re sayin’ you wanna hire me? H-how much are you payin’?”

Binky tilted her head back in forth, “Oh- I dunno. I suppose about quadruple what you make at your farm.”

My heart stopped completely, “Y-you’re serious? H-how are you turning up that much profit?”

She smiled and pet my hair outta my face. In a real soothing motion, she pushed a lock of hair behind my ears, “Well Applejack, you’re living in a decently rural town; at least compared to Manehattan. That being said, you’re most likely not dealing much with profit. Lots of people are willing to pay big bucks for exotic stuff in the big city, and you’re not an exception. I mean, you were planning on spending over a hundred bits, on diapers and baby stuff wearn’t you?”

I blushed, “Oh, I guess that makes sense…” I looked at her with a smile, “D-does that mean I could hire a farm hand?”

The really nice mare nodded again, “Mmmhmm, I’d recommend it. Although, you might wanna keep your family away from your work, the fetish industry is a tricky thing to explain.”

I sunk my head into the side of Binky’s stomach, “My little sister is into diapers too, w-what should I do about that?”

Binky’s eyes seemed to have shot open wide, “Oh my. Pretending to be a foal is really sensitive subject, especially for little fillies and colts who don’t comprehend why they do so. Don’t try to kill their habit either, one of the biggest factors that plays into a filly or colt’s age play is the feeling of not having a steady connection with other ponies.”

I didn’t say a word, I just sorta gestured with my hoof for her to go on with her conversation. It’s definitely interesting to hear.

She rolled her eyes in response, although her motherly smile never went away, “What I’m saying Baby, is that you need to nurture your little sister. She wants to be nurtured, after all, whatever made you feel the need to regress yourself, is most likely what’s causing her obsession.”

My heart is absolutely gone by this point. I can feel the blood coursin’ through my veins, and I can feel the air around me getting hotter. I kinda wanna cry, but I know it’ll do me no good. I swallowed hard and looked her in the eyes, “I-Is it alright if I buy some stuff and…”

Binky nodded, “No problem baby. Just take whatever you need; I’ll take care of the tab.”

I stood up and watched Binky as she did the same. I stood infront of her, my puffy diaper still weighing down my hyde a little bit, “I-I can’t thank you enough, why are you so nice?”

She didn’t answer my question. Slowly, she trailed behind me and pulled my diaper and diaper cover from under my bottom. She giggled a little bit, “Hehe, I need a helper around her aside from my brother. I’ve got other ponies outside of the region will to do this stuff, but not many inside. Not to mention I’d never turn down such a hard worker. A beautiful one at that.”

My cheeks flared and I loosened up a little bit, “Oh, umm… thanks? I-I ain’t no pretty filly though, I just-“

Binky smiled, “Don’t kid yourself Applejack, you wanna be a filly. I see it in your eyes. Don’t worry; you’ll start losing some of those muscles and stuff after about a month without apple farming.”

I subconsciously grabbed my right hoof, “I-umm…”

Binky leaned in and kissed me on the forehead, “Hehe, you won’t miss him. Your little sister needs a mother, and a good mommy gives soft hugs. Embrace the Manehattan life style Applejack, your first shift begins next week.”

A tear fell from my eye and I nodded. Without a word of hesitation, I walked back into the store area and began picking up a few little bits I think Applebloom might like. My future is clear now; all I have to do is make it back to the apartment…

Author's Note

Sorry about the wait on the new chapter! I'm glad to have the story back on track, and I'm excited for the next chapter!

Anyhow, have a nice day! ~England ^-^