It was Halloween night and my girlfriend, Pinkie Pie, had went out to go trick-or-treating, even though she's seventeen years old. Several hours went by, and I began to get worried. I tried calling her several times, but she wasn't picking up. A few hours later, I find out why: Pinkie had been hit by a drunk driver.

Contains diapers and diaper usage.

STRONGLY recommend reading the prequel first.