Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

“Thank you for getting me cleaned up, Mommy.” Pinkie Pie said in a foalish voice. It felt good to be put into a fresh diaper.

“You’re more than welcome, my little Pinkie Pie,” Mrs. Cake replied in a motherly tone of voice “But next time, please tell Mommy when you need a change. Carrot and I don’t want you to get a diaper rash. Trust me, they hurt very badly.”

Pinkie Pie frowned a bit, and apologized. She hadn’t intended to cause so much trouble, she just wasn’t sure if Mr. and Mrs. Cake were willing to change her dirty diaper. She was relieved to see, that her concerns had turned out to be unnecessary. “I’m very sorry, Mommy. I won’t do it again, I promise.”

“That’s alright, sweetie. You’re all clean now, and you look so adorable.” Mrs. Cake replied, and blew another raspberry onto Pinkie Pie’s tummy.

“Stop it, that tickles!” Pinkie Pie giggled, as she rolled onto her back. Not long afterward, she felt her stomach give off a really loud grumble. It was then that she remembered, she hadn’t eaten anything in several hours.

“I think I just heard a rumbly tummy,” Mrs. Cake said sweetly “I think my little foal is starving.”

“Mommy, can you feed me? Pretty please with a cherry on top?” Pinkie Pie pleaded in her best foalish voice.

Mrs. Cake responded, by scooping up Pinkie Pie and saying to her “Well, since you asked so nicely, of course I’ll feed you, baby. Let’s go to the kitchen, and see what Daddy has prepared for my special little pink ball of joy.” And with that, she carried Pinkie Pie out of the nursery in her bedroom, and brought her downstairs.

“How do you like your new highchair, Pinkie Pie? I had shipped from a store in Fillydelphia that specializes in adult foals.” Mr. Cake asked his new foal, as he helped her into her highchair. It was larger than most highchairs, but for a foal as big as Pinkie Pie, it felt perfectly.

“It’s nice, I love it! Thank you for getting it for me, Daddy!” Pinkie Pie cheered, as the highchair’s lap bar was secured into place. A bib was then tied around her neck that read “Mommy and Daddy’s Special Little Foal” in letters painted foalish shades of blue, yellow, and pink.

“Wouldn’t want my little Pinkie Pie to make a mess,” Mr. Cake cooed “Mommy says you’re always such a messy eater.”

“It’s true, she made quite the mess when I let her eat without her bib,” Mrs. Cake commented, then she turned to her husband asked “So, what sort of delicious noms noms do you have for our little Pinkie Pie today?”

“Well, let’s see. We’ve got ‘Cream of Banana’, ‘Fresh Carrot’. ‘Mushed Greens’, ‘Sweet Corn’, and ‘Blueberry Delight’.” Mr. Cake replied, as he took the jars of foal food out of the fridge.

Mrs. Cake took the jars, and placed them on the table next to Pinkie’s highchair. “Those will do just fine. My little Pinkie hasn’t eaten in hours, she’s starving.”

As if to prove Mrs. Cake right, Pinkie Pie’s stomach let out another loud growl. “Mommy! Hungry!” Pinkie Pie spoke up.

“What’s the magic word, my little pony?” Mrs. Cake asked, deciding that a little bit of roleplaying would make the whole experience more fun.

“Please!” Pinkie Pie pleaded in her foalish tone of voice.

“Excellent answer, I believe that deserves a treat,” Mrs. Cake replied “Don’t you think so, Carrot, sweetie?”

Mr. Cake nodded “What would you like first, Pinkie Pie?”

Pinkie Pie didn’t answer with words, she simply pointed one of her pink hooves to the jar labeled ‘Cream of Banana’, hoping that her mommy would pick up on the hint.

“An excellent choice, my little Pinkie Pie,” Mrs. Cake said, as she unscrewed the lid, and dipped a metal spoon into the jar. She then brought the spoon close to Pinkie Pie’s mouth “Here comes The Canterlot Express!” she cooed.

Pinkie Pie quickly pretended to make a face of disgust, and act like she didn’t want the food. She wanted to see how The Cakes would react to her being a fussy baby.

Mrs. Cake giggled slightly, but tried her best to keep a straight face as she said “Come on, Pinkie. Open up. You want to grow up big and strong, don’t you?”

Pinkie Pie nodded, and feigned reluctance as she let the tip of the spoon touch her mouth. In seconds, she was rewarded with the sweet taste of foal food. “Mmm, yum yum.” she said, licking her lips to get the few traces of food that were on her face.

“That’s right, Pinkie Pie. Yum yum for your tum tum,” Mr. Cake giggled “And there’s more where that came from.”

“Carrot Cake is right, you’re not getting out of that highchair until you’ve eaten every last drop of food in this jar.” Mrs. Cake told Pinkie Pie, as she dipped the metal spoon back into the jar.

The feeding process repeated itself for several minutes. Sometimes, with Pinkie Pie fully co-operating, and other times with her acting like a fussy little foal. But the Cakes were persistent, and before Pinkie realized it, the jar was empty.

“Oh my, it’s a good thing Daddy had the foresight to put a bib on you. You really are a messy eater, my little Pinkie Pie.” Mrs. Cake chuckled, as she used a wet rag to remove the small traces of foal food that clung to Pinkie Pie’s face.

When the feeding process was complete, Pinkie Pie was let out of her high chair. She then sat down on the kitchen floor, causing her diaper to give off a light crinkling noise.

“Ah, is my little Pinkie too full from the yummy food to walk?” Mrs. Cake asked. Pinkie Pie nodded. “Well then, Mommy will just have to carry her up to the nursery.” And she scooped Pinkie Pie up, and carried her back upstairs.

“I’ll be along shortly, honey bun,” Mr. Cake called “I’m going to clean up after Pinkie Pie, then I’m going to check on the other babies.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” Mrs. Cake replied “I think our little Pinkie Pie could use some playmates. And I know just the foals for the job.”