Baby Hoity Toity in Manehatten

Chapters

Chapter 1: The Press Conference
Chapter 2: New challenges for Rarity
Chapter 3: Hoity toity tries potty training
Chapter 4: Rarity and the foals
Chapter 5: New arrivals
Chapter 6: Welcome to Manehatten!
Chapter 7: The Foal Show
Chapter 9: The Genie!
Chapter 10: Preparations in the Galloping Gala
Prolouge: Another foal!
Chapter 8: Five Foals, One Restaurant

Chapter 1: The Press Conference

Hoity Toity woke the next day, mumbling as he opened his eyes and yawned. He looked up at a ceiling and could feel a blanket wrapped around him. He giggled as he thought. “It was just a dream, just some silly dream. Probably due to this foal fashion show coming up.” Then he kicked his back legs, heard a faint rustle, and whispered, “Wha’s that sound?” He kicked about again, hearing it even louder than before and looked down at the blanket. It was soft and large, and was a purple color with little diamonds sewn into the fabric. He looked up to see it was a canopy bed, and he looked around seeing a ponyquin with a beautiful dress on it. He whispered, “Whwe am I, and why is ta woom so b...bi...big?”

Hoity quivered as pulled the blanket close to his chin and heard another pony nearby. He turned his face to see his old friend Cannon Feather, who was sleeping soundly right next to him. He now seemed to be his size with his cute blue mane pouring over his face, and drool slowly coming out of his mouth. Hoity Toity nudged him whimpering. “C..Can..Cannon Feathew.”

The little toddler woke with a smile, “Hi, Hoity Toity.”

Hoity whimpered, “Cannon Feathew, I aduwt, wight? Tis is stiww a dweam, wight?”

Cannon Feather scooted over to hug Hoity toity and brushed his mane. “Hey, it’s otay, ya awight.”

Hoity snuggled near him and whimpered, “Wha happened to me?”

Cannon Feather whispered. “We dun know. Aww we know is ya gots tuwned into a foaw. Cadence took my fwiends home and Abbwejack took Zecowa, whiwe Twiwght began investigatin aw night on what happened. Wawity was supa nice and said sheww cawe fow ya untiw tey can get ya back ta nowmaw.”

Toity whined loudly. “Oh, so I have to weaw diapees now?!” Cannon Feather lifted the blanket and threw it to the side, as Hoity Toity looked down at a cute pink diaper and shouted. “Pink! I can’ weaw pink, it dun match my coat! It cwashes howwibwy”

Cannon Feather laughed. “Wew, ya gots to weaw it, supa soakaw. Ya should’ve seen ta puddwe ya made wast night. It was huge!”

Hoity blushed, vaguely remembering the accident he’d had before fainting and babbled, “It was an accident, and I gots scawed. It wun happen again!”

Cannon Feather crawled over and prodded the pink diaper, it made loud squishing sounds. “Yep, ya soaked it good. Wuckiwy tese diapees awe thick.” Cannon Feather show off his diaper, which was sagging a little as Hoity Toity giggled. “Wow good ting ya stiw weaw diapees. Bu I thought ya in potty twaining now?”

Cannon Feather nodded. “Yeah, weww I got a wittwe wazy. But Mommy Wuna tawked to me wast night in my dweam. She said she was pwoud I hewe to hewp ya, and said I can skip usin ta potty today so ya dun feew bad about needing diapees.”

Hoity Toity blushed, “Cannon Feather, ya dun have ta do tat fow me.”

But Cannon Feather waddled over and hugged him. “Is okay, ya my best fwiend and I gonna hewp ya untiw ya big pony again, no mattew wha I weaw. Besides, diapees mean ya dun have to get up to use ta potty in the middwe of the night.”

Hoity Toity snuggled his friend and babbled, “So...ya said Waity is takin cawe of me?” Cannon Feather nodded as Toity whimpered, “Bu I made fun of hew designs wast night. Wha if she punishes me fow tat?”

Cannon Feather laughed. “Oh I wowdnt wowwy about tat, Wawity’s a nice pony.”

Just then, the door burst open with a white coated filly with green eyes running up to the foals and squealing. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! It's true! I have a baby brother!”

Hoity Toity shrieked in fright! “Wait, who awe ya?!”

The filly took him from the bed cooing loudly. “Oh, you're adorable! Just look at you!” She took a hoof, patted his padding, and giggled. “Oh, you're soaked! Just wonderful! Don’t worry, I'll change that soggy diaper!” She set the foal down on the floor, and hastily opened a diaper bag bursting with diapers, wipes, and powder. She started untapping Hoity Toity’s diaper making him shiver and squirm. “Wow, tats cowd!”

The filly apologized while cooing. “Oh, sorry, I’ll try to make this quick.” She continued to wipe the colt down and powdered him as he blushed, “Um, whas ya name?”

The filly looked up and smiled. “Oh, my name is Sweetie Belle, Rarity’s little sister,” As she took out a cute diaper with little diamonds on it she added. “Rarity felt that even as a foal you would want to look your best. So she had these designed for you.”

Hoity blushed, ”Wew, tose diapees do wook quite fashionabwe. I guess if I have to weaw one, tose wiw do, even if tey gots to be pink instead of pwain white.”

Sweetie Belle smiled, and continued taping Hoity Toity’s diaper up. She then turned to Cannon Feather slowly crawling out of Rarity’s bed, waddling over as he reluctantly asked. “Sweetie Bewwe, can ya change me too? My diapee’s wet.”

Sweetie squealed in delight. “Oh of course, Cannon Feather!” She took Cannon Feather, laying him down, and started changing the toddler too.

Meanwhile, Hoity looked down at his new diaper, rather admiring it. It had cute little diamonds printed all over it, and it had cute purple leak guards. Never could he recall foal diapers with this much style. He waddled about as he giggled, “Wow, it does fit weww! How did Waiwty get tese?”

Sweetie blushed. “Oh, she did some late night shopping. Apparently she measured your rump while you were asleep to make sure she got the perfect size. Luckily she was able to teach me a few things about foals and diapers so I could fill in for her.”

Toity then turned to Cannon Feather, who was now in one of the diamond printed diapers giggling. “Tey nice and fancy. Now can we see Wawity? I wana tank hew fow wettin me stay hewe fow ta night.”

Sweetie replied. “Well actually, she’s having a press conference at the moment.”

Hoity Toity’s eyes went wide as he shouted! “A pwess confwence?! Ya mean eveywpony in Eqwestia knows I in diapees?!”

Sweetie gulped. “Well, I don’t know if all of Equestria knows that...but everypony saw you regress at the fashion show last night. Rarity is making sure the reporters stay away from you so you could get some sleep.”

Horrified at this knowledge, Toity whimpered and babbled, “I betta go out thwew ten and make suwe tey know I awight. And tat I pwobabwy wun be in diapees fow wong!”

Sweetie smiled. “Oh, ok but... um we should get something on to cover your diaper, shouldn’t we?” Toity nodded as she went over to the diaper bag, pulling out a baby blue colored onesie with little diamonds on it she replied, “This is the fanciest thing Rarity was able to get last night.”

Hoity Toity took the onesie and nodded. “Tat wiww wowk, now I dun have to wowwy ‘bout evewypony stawing at my diapeed butt.” Sweetie giggled as she asked Toity. “Um, can you raise your hooves?” He blushed and raised his hooves in the air, and Sweetie dressed the onesie over him, buttoning up the bottom and patting his crinkly bottom. He then got up and pushed up his mane with his hooves, blushing. “Sweetie Bewwe, can ya bwush my mane? I wanna woke nice fow aww those weapowtews.”

Sweetie smiled again. “Of course I can.” She then brushed out his bed head mane as he gulped, quivering in fright as he turned to Cannon Feather. “Hey, I need to ask ya a favow.”

Cannon Feather turned and smiled at Toity. “Yeah, wha is it?”

Hoity turned and replied. “Wew I...I newvous tawkin to ta pwess. I...I dun weawwy know what to say.”

Cannon Feather looked at his friend, “Just say you got turned to a foaw. When ta pwess asked me about me bein a pwince, I say I just a wegwessed woyaw guwad, ten tey aww daww at me. Aduwts awe weiwd.”

Sweetie Belle laughed as she chimed in. “Oh Cannon Feather, you don’t know the half of it.” She finished combing Hoity Toity’s mane and tail. The colt then turned to a mirror across the room, gazing at his full reflection. His mane and tail combed around him, his big blue eyes set in a pudgy face. His bulging baby fat made his belly bulge outward. His cute blue onesie riddled with little diamonds and his diaper added towards his fat rump, with diaper fabric poking adorably through the leg holes. He blushed, hiding his face with his hooves as he whimpered, “Is tat weawwy me?! I so tiny, and chubby!”

Sweetie scooped Toity up onto her back, booping him briefly on the nose. ”Of course it is, cutie, lots of foals look like that at your age. Now come on, it’s time to show the world how cute you are!”

Toity squeaked as he held on tight, with Cannon Feather toddling behind.

The three came out of Carousel Boutique, where they saw swarms of reporters asking questions. Rarity stood there, trying to answer them as best she could.

Though still a bit nervous, Hoity crawled off of Sweetie Belle’s back and waddled over, sticking his chest out. Soon everypony started getting quiet.

Rarity turned, blushing upon seeing Toity’s diaper was falling off, so she came over and fixed it with him standing there, blushing, as she quickly untaped his diaper and he babbled. “Tanks, Wawity.” He then turned upon completion of the re-diapering, sweating as she stammered. “Ho..Hoity Toity, you’re up.”

Toity walked right past Rarity and shouted at the top of his lungs to all the reporters. “Hi, I Hoity Toity. As ya aww can see, I a fow wight now, but tat doesn mean I not stiww a famous designer. Now, I suwe tat many of you got questions, bu I dun gots aw ta answers. I dun know who tuwned me into a foaw, but I dun tinks it’s Wawity. She took me in, bought me some diapees, and is gonna cawe fow me whiwe I waits fow a cuwe, tats aw.”

Rarity blinked at the foal as the reporters continued baragging Hoity, who shouted. “One at a time!”

A unicorn mare replied, “Hoity Toity, our sources indicate you were quite displeased with Rarity’s recent line up of designs, and you were turned into a foal only moments later. Doesn't that make her a suspect?”

Toity shook his head, ”Na uh, I weawd awot about Wawity. And I even taught she is wowth my time to come to Ponyviwwe to show me what she gots. How wowd tuwnin me into a foaw hewp hew get her designs sowd by me?”

A pegasus stallion then questioned. “It seems a lot of ponies are turning into foals this year, doesn’t it? Some ponies are even saying it could be a foal apocalypse.”

Hoity Toity laughed. “Tat siwwy! We wive in Equeswtia! Magic is eveywheew, weiwd stuff happens aw ta time.”

All the reporters blinked in surprise as an earth pony stallion asked, “Hoity Toity, now that you're a foal, will you be cancelling your foal line up for the foal fashion show?”

Toity shook his head. “Nu uh, no way! Aw my cwoeths wew made aweady, heck now tat I a foaw, I can even weaw my own designs mysewf.”

But then the reporter replied, “Didn't you hear ,though? Your whole line up went missing the other night, shortly after you were seen as having regressed.”

Hoity Toity shouted in protest! ”Wha?! No way! I had my best assistants take my stuff to Manehattan! It mus be a mistake!”

The reporter looked through his notes and shook his head. “Nope, it says the entire stock went missing last night.”

Hoity grumbled, “Wwew, I just gots to make mowe, who cawes? What mattwas is ya aww stop bothwin Waiwty! She and I gots wowk to do, now come Wawity, this pwess confwence is over!” He led Rarity back into the boutique, as the crowd of reporters reluctantly began to disperse.

The two eventually made it inside the boutique and up to Rarity’s workshop as Rarity commented. “Hoity Toity, that was amazing!”

Hoity was waddling back with a distressed look on his face as he whined. “My whowe foaw cowection, aw tat wowk I did, is gone!” The little colt then started wailing and Rarity went over and hugged him. “Oh, I'm so sorry, darling. I can only imagine how it must feel to have something you worked so hard on stolen by somepony else.”

Toity looked up, sniffling. “Wew, at weast I dun gots to go to Manehatten now. I was nevew a big fan of that city,” Then he wondered. “Maybe ya can find a cuwe befow ta Gwand Gawoping Gawa?”

Rarity nodded. “Oh of course, darling, I’ll certainly try my best. Twilight already took the pillow you sat on last night and is investigating that. She thinks it could be enchanted.”

Hoity got up as he babbled, “Wew I heawd Twiwight is weawwy smawt. I bet she’ww find somthin. Untiw ten, I gonna stay away fwom evewypony, weww except fow those my age.”

Toity’s then stomach growled as Rarity cooed, “Alright cutie, let’s get you some breakfast.”

Toity was led to the kitchen, where Cannon Feather was sitting in a booster seat, eating a bowl of blackened oatmeal with sugar dumped all over it. He giggled. “Wow! With aw ta suga, it tastes weawwy good! Is wike candy!”

Sweetie Belle turned to Rarity, smiling as she chirped. “Hi sis! Just made breakfast for little Cannon Feather here.”

Cannon Feather giggled as he babbled. “Yeah, at fiwst it tasted aww buwnt, bu if ya put tons of suga on it, it tastes wike candy.

Rarity sighed. “I can see that,” She then said to Sweetie Belle. “Well, it was nice of you to help, darling, but you should be heading of to school.”

Sweetie groaned in reluctance. “Do I have to?” She bounced over to Hoity Toity and snuggled him. “We have a new baby brother now! I can have him play with Zecora, it’ll be super cute!”

Hoity Toity rolled his eyes, enduring the hug and having his rump patted, making Rarity shriek. “Sweetie Belle, stop! He may be a foal, but this is still Hoity Toity!!”

Sweetie giggled. “Well, Hoity Toity sure was soggy, just like Cannon Feather earlier. Good think I got him changed before he leaked all over the floor.”

Rarity gave a fake laugh, nudging her little sister towards the door, “Oh, so very funny, darling. Now run along, it's time for school!”

Sweetie turned, waving a hoof. “Alright, I'll see ya two later! Bye soggy butts!”

The two foals waved back as Rarity closed the door, gave a loud sigh, and slumped to the floor. Hoity saw how exhausted she was and waddled over to her. “Waity, ya okay?” He asked with concern.

Rarity looked up. “Oh, don't worry about me, darling. Everything is fine. How about we get you some breakfast?” Hoity Toity nodded as his stomach growled again. Rarity picked him, placed him in a stylish purple colored high chair, and snapped a tray over him as he looked up at Rarity and asked. “Wawity, can I feed myself?”

Rarity cooed. “ok darling go on." Toity then tried grasping the spoon, but he seemed less coordinated than before and the spoon kept slipping from his grasp. He grumbled and relented. “Fine, ya can feed me.”

Rarity smiled, glad the whole thing was resolved. “Splendid! Now, what would you like little ones?”

Cannon Feather was still eating his burnt oatmeal as he groaned. “I usuawwy wike pancakes. Bu my tummy huwts”

Rarity sighed taking the bowl of burned, sugar covered oatmeal out of Cannon Feathers hooves. “Sure, I'll make some pancakes for you. And what about you, Hoity?”

Toity sighed. “I guess I’ww have some pancakes too, bu I guess ya have to cut mine up.” Rarity nuzzled Toity, cooing. “Alright, darling, I’ll make some pancakes.” She then went to the stove and started cooking, as Hoity Toity turned to Cannon Feather who asked. “So, Hoity Toity, was thewe wepowtas scawy?”

Toity gulped as he explained. “Wew, nowmawy, I weawwy confident. But I was scawed ta whowe time I was out thewew,” He whimpered, prodding his diaper as he mumbled. “Now evewypony in Equwestwia knows I a foaw, my wife is wuined!”

Cannon Feather cooed and reassured his friend, “Oh, it’s okay, ya stiw Hoity Toity.”

But the little colt looked up and whined, “No, is not! Even when I cuwed again, evewypony wiw onwy see me as a foaw! My fashion caweww is finished foweva, I’ww have to go into exiwe!”

Rarity blushed as she thought to herself. “Ironically, I felt the same way during the fashion show last night.”She then turned to the foals and cooed, “Oh Hoity Toity, your fashion career is far from over. I mean you crafted the best dresses and suits for all of the nobles in Canterlot. You even helped make a dress for Princess Celestia herself.” As she settled a plate of cut up pancakes over to Cannon Feather first who squealed. “Tanks Wawity!”

Cannon Feather stood up and his diaper fell onto his chair with a plop as he blushed. Rarity sighed. “Let me guess, Sweetie Belle’s handiwork?”

Cannon Feather nodded as he explained, ”Yeah, she changed my soggy diapee tis mownin’.”

Rarity just sighed, and took Cannon Feather down and taped him back up while grumbling. “Should've know Sweetie Belle wouldn't be able to properly change a diaper. Guess it’s a good thing it wasn’t a messy one,” She then placed him back into his booster seat and went to Hoity Toity lifting a rubber fork with a piece of pancake. Floating it she cooed. “Now open wide, darling.”

Toity blushed, but did as Rarity instructed and continued to chomp on the pancakes bit by bit, until he felt full and babbled, “Tanks, I done now.”

Rarity nodded and put the plate away, as she picked Hoity Toity up and turned to Cannon Feather. “Okay darling you can play..um upstairs in Sweetie Belle’s room for a while. Stay out of trouble.”

“Otay! I gonna go buiwd with bwocks.” Cannon Feather vowed. He jumped down and scampered off as Rarity returned to Hoity Toity blushing. She cooed. “So, Hoity Toity, I guess we should discuss your situation.”

The little colt sighed. “Weww, I get most of it. I a foaw, ya going to cawe fow me whiw Twiwight twies to find out wha happened.”

Rarity nodded. “Indeed, that's most of it, darling. I just wanted to say, thank you for defending me against those reporters back there.”

Toity smiled and then babbled, “Is fine. But awe ya goin to weawy cawe fow me? Is tat otay? Ya know wha tat means.”

But Rarity hugged him close. “Of course darling, I think it's the least I can do after what happened.” Toity blushed, snuggling into Rarity’s fur, and starting to feel calm and relaxed. Suddenly, he heard a gentle hiss and Rarity gave a unsure look. “Oh, I know he needs somepony to care for him. But still this whole mother thing is so uncouth, I despise diaper changing! I’ll have to see if he can be at all potty trained.” She thought to herself.

Chapter 2: New challenges for Rarity

Rarity, with the soaked Hoity Toity in tow, went back to her room to finish changing the foal. She placed him on a changing mat and started untaping the soggy diaper, grimacing at the smell of urine that wafted from it. She gagged and slowly started to wipe the foal’s rump and cleaned it up well as she whispered. “Oh how does Applejack do this everyday? It’s so gross!” She finished wiping him down, then grabbed the powder and started to rub it all over Hoity Toity’s rump as he stirred, still sleeping. A little hisscame from him as a faint trace of urine leaked out, and Rarity jumped back, gasping! “Oh Hoity Toity, that's so gross!”

The little foal woke and babbled. “Whas goin’on?” He looked down at himself, blushing in realization. “Oh, ya changing my diapee.”

Rarity blushed and nodded in spite of what had just happened. “Um yes, I'm trying to. It's a lot harder than it looks. It has been years since I’ve done this.”

Hoity Toity whimpered. “Yeah, used diapees awe gwoss. I sowie, Wawity, I can twy changing mysewf.”

Rarity came over, cooing. “Oh, it's fine darling. And no foal I know can change themselves, not even Cannon Feather. Now, I’ll...um finish up here.” She continued wiping him as he babbled, “So, it was just a soggy diapee?”

“Yes, luckily it was just that.” Rarity remarked.

Hoity groaned. “Oh, I don't want ya chaning my stinky diapees. Tey nasty!”

Rarity just sighed. “I’m not looking forward to that either, darling, but I did promise to look after you, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” She continued to wipe the urine from his coat and continued taping the foal up in a new diaper.

Toity kicked about with little puffs of foal powder poofing through the leg holes. He commented, “Ya puts awot on. My mommy says my fuw and skin is sen..sen...sensitive.”

Rarity couldn’t help but giggle at that remark. “Yes, darling. And thanks to me, you won't have any nasty diaper rashes.”

Toity nodded and replied. “Tank you, Wawity..” His voice trailed off as Rarity asked. “What is it Hoity Toity?”

Hoity Toity looked up and babbled, “Wew, I was tinking tat you can hewp me with somthin’.”

“Like what, darling?” Rarity asked the foal.

Hoity Toity turned to the dress on the ponyquin and replied, “Wew, I see tat you weawwy good with sewing, so I was wondering if ya can hewp make foaw cowthes fow ta competition in Manehattan. I pwomice when I tuwn back into a big pony, I’ww pay ya weww.”

Rarity cooed, “Oh, well that does sound exciting, but um...I did promise my friends I would make them dresses for the Grand Galloping Gala, so I’ve got a lot on my plate as it is.”

Hoity Toity chuckled. “So ta designs ya nade ta otha day wewn’te what ya had in mind?”

Rarity sighed again. “Not really. I know with your turning into a foal most ponies forgot about that disaster of a fashion show last night. Still, I think I should at least try to make up for it. Cover or no cover, my friends need proper dresses.”

Hoity babbled in agreement, “Otay, when ya done finishing ya fwiends dwesses, ten we can make ta foaw cwothes. I’ww teach ya evewthin I can wememba, even how ta compensate fow the diapee. Hopwfuwwy aw my memowies didn go away too when I wegessed.”

Rarity nuzzled him. “Of course, darling, that would be splendid, but we should get going. I promised Twilight I’d look you over today. She’s trying to narrow down what spell was used that changed you into a foal.” Rarity then went over to a fancy foal buggy with a purple hood and a basket underneath, with white frills lining the seat. Hoity Toity gasped! “Wow! Ya gonna push me awound in tat?!”

Rarity blushed and waved a hoof, “Well, darling, you are Hoity Toity. I wasn't going to push you around in any old foal buggy.”

Toity sighed at the loss of dignity that would come with getting into that stroller. “Wew, awight I guess. Bu wets twy not to attwact too much attention. I dun wan a wot of ponies seeing me in diapees.”

Rarity nodded, picked him up, and placed him carefully in the foal buggy while nuzzling him. “Okay cutie, now come on, let's get going,” She then looked up the stairs and shouted, “Cannon Feather, we’re going to Twilight’s!”

Canon Feather squealed back. ”Awight! I commin’!” He jumped down the stairs wiggling his diapered tush.

Hoity giggled. “Aw, thewe ya awe. Did ya buiwd a towa?”

Cannon Feather nodded, ”Yeah, I buiwt a big towa! And hopefuwy it doesn’ faw whiwe we awe gone.”

Rarity cooed yet again, stroking Cannon Feather’s mane. ”Okay darling, well we’d better get going, come on.” And she pushed Hoity Toity out the door as Cannon Feather toddled behind.

Twilight was examining the red pillow with intense scrutiny, going over it with her horn and rotating it in her magic while whispering. “Something is here, I know it is.”

Spike came down the stairs as he commented, “Come on, Twilight, you've been staring at the pillow for hours.”

Twilight responded by grunting, “Maybe if ponies stop turning into babies, I can finally get some rest. Until then, I need to find out what’s causing all of this.”

Then they heard a knock and Twilight came over, opening the door. Cannon Feather squealed. “Twiwight!” He rushed up to her as she blushed. “Oh, hello Cannon Feather, how are you doing?”

Cannon Feather giggled, “I doin gweat! I swept ova at Wawity’s, and buiwt a big towa, and pwayed with hew dwessies.”

Rarity squeaked in surprise! “You what?!”

Cannon blushed. “I sowie,” He apologized. “I put one on and pwayed awound in it. I just wanted to see how it feews. I didn’t wip it ow anyting.”

Twilight sighed. “Canmon Feather, next time you need to ask before you play with something, ok?”

Cannon nodded and babbled. “Otay, I wiww.”

Then Twilight turned to Hoity Toity, who was blushing and trying to hide his diaper. Twilight brought him close with her magic, and hugged him while rubbing his soft fur. “Hey cutie, how are you doing?”

He snuggled Twilight's fur, “I doin gweat. Wawity’s been weawwy nice and hewpfuw. She even changed my diapee.”

This made Twilight laugh a bit, before Rarity quickly interrupted. “So, Twilight, did you find anything about what changed Hoity into a foal when he sat on that pillow?”

Twilight looked up with a bright smile. “Yes I did! I think I’m onto something here!” She lifted the red pillow to their faces and continued, “This silk, according to my research, comes from Saddle Arabia.”

“So what does that mean?” Spike asked.

Twilight turned to face Spike, “Well, from what I've read about Hoity Toity, he has a rival named Silky Padding.”

Spike laughed out loud, and even Cannon Feather and Hoity Toity struggled to keep from giggling. “That's his name?!”

Twilight blushed, barely resisting the urge to laugh herself. “Yeah, funny, huh? But that's not all, he's world famous for his line of cloth diapers from Saddle Arabia, and he owns many companies that make foal clothes. If anything, it's a market that Hoity Toity just got into, or was looking to get into.”

“So you think he thought Hoity Toity was competition, so turned him into a foal and took his foal clothes?” Spike concluded.

Twilight hesitantly answered. “Who knows? But we need more evidence, for now all of that is nothing more than a strange coincidence. Unless we go to the competition in Manehattan to learn more that is.”

Hoity Toity sighed, “Tats ta pwobwem. Without a wine up, I dun tink weww be abwe to entew. And mine was stowen.”

Twilight turned to Rarity and blushing she asked. “Rarity...d...do you think you can make a foal clothes line up?”

Rarity blushed and waved a hoof. “Oh darling, to be perfectly honest with you… I don't know. I’ve never done foal clothes before. Besides what should I even make?”

Hoity Toity turned and explained. “Wew, fow ta competition: Ya gots to make a onesie fow both cowts and fiwwes, a bwand of diapees fow both cowts and fiwwies, a foaw suit, a dwess fow owda fiwwies, puwwups fow foaws in potty twaining, and ta finaw wound wiw be a costume fow nightmawe night fow both wittwe cowts and wittwe fiwwes.”

Cannon Feather giggled. “Wow, tats awot! Wooks wike Wawity gots a wot of wowk ta do.”

Rarity stammered and her right eye twitched nervously. “I...I dont know, darlings. I mean, how much time do I have?”

Hoity tried counting on his hooves. “1...2..um...3…” He trailed off, struggling to remember what came after three.

Twilight couldn’t help but daww at the scene, then she quickly corrected. “Oh, don’t worry about that, Hoity, It's in a week from now.”

Rarity gasped and shrieked! “A week! I..I don’t know if that’s enough time.”

“How about you ask Fluttershy for help?” Twilight suggested. “She seems to know a thing or two about sewing from what Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie tell me.”

Hoity bounced up and down, making his diaper crinkle adorably. “I can hewp ya with ta designs! I can modew ta cowt stuff, bu we need a fiwwy to modew too.”

Twilight giggled. “What about Zecora?” She suggested.

Hoity Toity nodded. “Yeah, Zecowa wowd be pewfect!”

Rarity stammered. “W..well I’m still unsure about all of this. I mean, as much as I would love to make foal clothes if only for the experience, I only have a week.”

Hoity turned, his little mind driven with determination that was reflected in his eyes! “Ten I’ww hewp too! I gonna need to wite some wettas to my fwiends and get theiw wumps down hewe! But I do understand tat tis is awot to ask, so if ya don't want to do tis, tats fine.”

Cannon Feather and Hoity Toity then looked up at Rarity with puppy dog eyes. Reluctantly, she sighed. “Alright, I'll try. But I'm not promising anything”

Hoity bounced up and down, squealing in delight! “Tank you so much! Tis is goin to be so much fun! Now I got to wite to my fwiends!”

Twilight smiled. “Okay sweetie, but how about I write the letter and you tell me what to write? That way it’ll be easier to understand.”

Hoity nodded, and then he began to dictate the terms of his letter, as Twilight got a quill and a scroll. “Otay wew fiwst, I say: Hi, I Hoity Toity. I had a oopsie that wesulted in me tuwning into a foaw, and I need hewp with ta foaw competition in Manehattan. Ya need to come to Ponyville now and hewp Miss Wawity make a new wine of foaw cwothes. P.S. Bwing some fancy diapees. Dun ask why.”

Twilight giggled as she finished the letter and asked. “So you want this sent as it’s written? Even the ‘fancy diapers’ part?”

Hoity Toity nodded and shouted, “ I need Pwim Headwind to get hew sowwy wump ovew hew to hewp me! Ta fancy diapees is so Wawity has an exampwe to wowk with, not because I wanna weaw them ow anything.”

Twilight pretended not to notice the obvious blush on Hoity’s face, so she just giggled. “Whatever you say, little one,” Then she added “I'll go ahead and mail this, how about you and Rarity start coming up with ideas?”

“Yeah, wets go, Wawity!” Hoity proclaimed, bouncing up and down on his diaper!

Hoity Toity was in awe when they got back to the boutique, rummaging through Rarity’s lines of dresses on ponyquins. “Tis is gweat! Ya weawwy awe amazin, Wawity!

But Rarity blushed and played it off. “Well these are really just some of my unfinished ideas for dresses for the Grand Galloping Gala.”

“I weawwy impwessed awweady,” Hoity commented. He then strode to a desk, before Rarity settled him into her lap and he suggested. “Now, fiwst ya pwoaby awent famiwia with foaw fashion. Wight now it's aww about faww comin’ up and ponies want thewe foaws to be wawm. So we need thick cotton fow the diapees, and fow ta onesie, I tink a wowyaw bwue with with gowd winings, and someting cute in ta middwe.”

Rarity nodded and cooed. “How about a teddy bear?”

Hoity squealed! “Yeah, a teddy beaw with a bowtie, wike Mw. Bowtie!”

Rarity nodded, drawing out a sketch and cooing at how it looked. “Oh, this going to be so adorable. Now, what about Zecora?”

Hoity pondered briefly, and then babbled. “Wha about a puwpwe onesie with wittwe stwpies awound it?”

Rarity nodded in agreement. “That sounds like a good idea,” Then she hesitated. “But what about diapers? I’m unsure of how to make one.”

Hoity blushed, he then crawled off Rarity's lap and waddled over to the diaper bag, pulled out some diapers, and unfolded one wew. “Take it fwom tese. These awe otay, but fwom wha I know, we can impowve tem by making tem thickew,” He turned the diaper round with his hooves while giggling. “It’s faww and goin into wintew, so we can make cute design wike weaves ow pumpkins.”

Rarity nodded. “That does sound cute. But we’re designing them for you seeing as you’re going to be the main model. So what would you like on your diapers? I know that if I were to wear diapers, I’d want to give them something that suited my style.”

Hoity giggled at the idea of Rarity waddling about in a poofy, brightly colored diaper with highly detailed prints on the tapes, then he shook the image from his mind and replied. “Wha about somthin coow, wike wittwe gowd bits. Ow..um..wha about diamonds?! I wove diamonds!”

Rarity cooed, “Alright, diamonds it is,” She kept drawing out the design and cooed. “Now what about Zecora… she likes nature, so fall colored leaves would look cute.”

Hoity Toity nodded. “Yeah, that's a stawt. I tink we gots ta ideas we need.”

Rarity turned to the eager smiling colt and cooed. “Of course we will..but. um...I mean you can’t…”

Hoity looked back down at his own diaper and tiny, chubby hooves. “Wight,” He realized. “I pwobabwy too young to use a sowin machine, I’d get owies.”

Rarity scooped him up and suggested. “You can watch and give me ideas while I work. Okay darling?”

The little colt was sat on her workbench and he babbled back. “Otay,” With a smile, Rarity started up her sewing machine, putting on her red sewing glasses.

While all that was going on, Cannon Feather woke from his nap (having been set down for one upon his return to Carousel Boutique) looking up at the ceiling he babbled. “I bowed, thewe’s got to be somthin’ ewse to do hewe tat wun get me in twoubwe,” He got up, waddled carefully down the steps, and turned to see a stallion asking. “Hello, Rarity? I’m here about a new suit?”

Cannon Feather waddled up and babbled. “Hewwo, Mistew. Wawity is busy, maybe I ca hewp ya.”

But the stallion only chuckled. “Sorry kiddo, but I doubt that.”

Cannon Feather pouted and babbled, “Wawity is busy, so I showd hewp ya. Besides, my famiwy taught me awot about fashion. Did I mention I was bown in Cantewot?”

The stallion storked his chin and replied. “Well then, if that's true, show me what you have in stock.”

Cannon Feather nodded. “Of couwse, ya just gots to fowwow me.” He waddled along with the rich stallion, who look down to the little colt and asked, ”How old are you?”

Cannon Feather answered in reply. “I’m Cannon Fetah, and I'm two yeaws and eight months owd.”

A few hours after Rarity had started she turned to see Hoity Toity slumped over and deep asleep, with his padding now slightly yellow. But overall he seemed content if the little smile on his face was any indication. Rarity whispered to herself, “I have to admit, he’s adorable. I guess taking care of foals isn't that bad.” She came over and nuzzled him with her nose, and as he woke he yawned, “Hi Wawity, is ta onesie done?”

Rarity cooed, “Well, my first try is. I would like it if you could try it on for me.”

Toity nodded as he he kicked about, making his diaper squelch. He whined, “Oh no, I peed in my diapee again.”

Rarity sighed. “Then there’s that about foals. Too bad they can’t be in diapers and be toilet trained.”But she forced a smile and cooed for the umpteenth time, “Oh, it's alright, darling. I'll get you changed.” She set him down on a changing mat, and as she changed his diaper he asked, “So, whiwe I hewe, aw ya going to send me to daycawe?”

Rarity laughed and told him. “Oh, you don't to have worry about that, darling. I mostly work at my boutique, and you can stay here as long as you don't mind living under my rules.”

”Of couwse I dun mind,” Hoity replied to Rarity. “As wong as Cannon Fetah is hewe to pway with me.”

Rarity blinked as she suddenly remembered. “Can..Cannon Feather.” She then gasped, “Oh no! I forgot all about him! What has he been doing?! Please don’t tell me he got into the bathroom, I can’t have a clogged toilet or a flushed foal to deal with!” She immediately ran downstairs (Hoity held in her magical grasp) and gasped upon seeing Cannon Feather with some stallions. One was grumbling. “This suit is way too short on my hooves.”

Cannon Feather shook his head as he pressed his hooves on the cash register. “No is not. Ya see? Now ya can eat without gettin ya sweeves diwty. Awso, I tink it woowks gweat.”

The stallion reluctantly shrugged and asked. “Okay, but how much is it? It’s not too expensive, is it?”

Cannon Feather tapped his chin unable to read what was displayed on the cash register. “Um ...I dun know, how about a hundwed bits?”

The stallion’s eyes went wide as Rarity quickly swooped in determined to avoid a disaster! “Oh dear, no, that is not the price!” And she took the little colt down from the cash register.

The stallion sighed in relief. “Well, I guess he’s still learning, but the little guy did find this fabulous suit.”

Rarity blushed, surprised at the rather fine dress Cannon Feather had selected. “Well, it does look exquisite on you, darling,” She looked at the actual price and told the stallion. “It’s only fifty bits.”

The stallion chuckled as he paid her and cooed at Cannon Feather. “Well little one, if you learn your numbers, you could do quite well in fashion.”

Cannon giggled. “Tanks Mistew, sowie about ta pwice, I can't count past five yet.”

The stallion laughed as he left the store, and Rarity turned with something of a harsh stare at Cannon Feather. He whimpered and apologized. “I sowie, Wawity, I just wanted to hewp.”

Hoity tugged at Rarity's mane. “He did hewp that stallion find a suit.”

Rarity sighed. “Well, alright, I suppose I can let it slide just this once. It's not like Sweetie Belle didn’t do this a few times before when she was really little. But don’t do that again, alright, Cannon Feather? I don’t think your mommy would approve of you causing problems for ponies’ businesses,” Cannon Feather nodded as she mumbled. “Alright, now how about we get you two something to eat?” And as the colts waddled off, Rarity sighed again and thought to herself. “Taking care of foals is a lot harder then I thought it would be.”

Chapter 3: Hoity toity tries potty training

The two colts were now busy having lunch. Hoity Toity was being fed some mashed yams in a bowl. Rarity finished up, wiping his mouth. Then she yawned and Hoity Toity gasped, “Wawity, ya tiwed! Ya was up aw night hewpin me and deawin with tose wepowtas, ya showd go take a nap.”

The tired fashionista nodded, rubbing her eyes. “Yes, darling, I do need sleep. Maybe I’ll rest my head for a few hours, dealing with foals is exhausting,” She then turned to Cannon Feather with a slight glare and instructed, “No touching my dresses, or dealing with my business. I’m going to put up the closed sign so nopony will come in. And I don’t want to see you trying on any of my outfits without permission, got it?”

Cannon Feather nodded and replied, “I pwomice I wun touch yow dwessies ow pway with ta cash wegistaw. It wasn aww tat fun anyway.”

Rarity came over and booped his nose. “Alright, darling. I'm going to take a nap upstairs, and you two can play in Sweetie Belle’s room for a while.”

Cannon Feather clapped his hooves in delight, as he finished his peanut butter and zap apple jam sandwich, Then slurped up the rest of the milk in his sippy cup.

Meanwhile, Hoity groaned upon feeling his tummy ache, and all of a sudden he grunted, pushing out a mess, and making Rarity gag! Cannon Feather put his hooves over his muzzle and gave a long “Ewwww!” despite his best efforts not to make a remark.

Hoity blushed upon finishing as Rarity sighed. “Alright, Rarity, you can do this. It’s just a dirty diaper, and you changed plenty when Sweetie Belle was a foal. How bad can Hoity’s messy diaper be?” She thought, giving herself a mental pep talk as she carefully picked the foal up with her magic.

Despite the stench, Rarity moved quickly and in no time at all she had Hoity in a fresh, powdered, sweet smelling diaper. After changing Hoity Toity’s dirty diaper and washing her hooves, Rarity brought him to Sweetie Belle’s room, the little colt clinging onto the mare’s mane. He blushed as he babbled, “Wawity, I sowwie fow ta stinky diapee. It just happened.”

Rarity sighed and tried not to grumble, “It's alright, I promised I’d care for you. That includes diaper changing.”

Hoity mumbled in shame, ”Yeah, bu if I was a big pony stiww, I dun tink I’d eva want to touch a stinky diapee.”

Rarity giggled. “Me neither, but we never expected you turning into a foal.”

Hoity blushed, “Yeah, it’s cwazy. I pwomice tough, when I become a big pony, I’ww pay ya fow ta twobwe.”

Rarity cooed as she set Toity down on the floor. “Oh, don’t you worry about that, now have fun and play with Cannon Feather, I really do need a nap.” She yawned again.

Hoity nodded as Rarity ruffled his mane and left the room, leaving the two foals to their own devices.

Cannon Feather was busy building a city of blocks with a giant tower in the middle of it, as he looked up and asked. “So Hoity Toity, how was the diapee change?”

Hoity sniffled and whined in shame. “Nasty, twewwibwe! Wawity changed me and gagged ta whowe time! I just a stinky wittwe cowt!”

Cannon Feather gasped and tried to reassure his friend. “Oh Hoity, is otay, foaws poop theiw diapees aw ta time. I used ta do a wot.”

Hoity Toity shook his head and explained. “Wew, if anypony at ta competition see me mess my diapee, tat wiw wuin me foweva.”

Cannon Feather held Hoity Toity close, letting him snuggle his chest until he calmed down and sat back with a poof of foal powder from his new diaper. The regressed royal guard blushed as he replied. “Wew if ya taught tat was embewassin, one night I ate awot of chocawate and I pooped my puwup. Tat was faw wowse. Twust me Hoity, messing ya diapee is not tat bad.”

Hoity shook his head. “Maybe, bu is stiww gwoss, I dun wanna do it again if I dun have to,” Then Hoity pondered, tapping a hoof on his chin.” Ya in potty twainin, wight?” He asked Cannon. “How about ya teach me befowe we go to Manehatten?”

Cannon Feather squealed in delight! “Yeah, tat sounds wike a gweat idea! I can teach ya how to go potty! Is weawwy easy!”

Hoity bounced on his diaper in excitement. “Yeah, I can’t wait! So wha do I gots to do fiwst?!”

Cannon Feather came over and babbled as he instructed. “Waise ya hooves weaw high fow me.”

Hoity threw his forelegs in the air as Cannon Feather started untaped his clean diaper and Hoity gasped. “Wha ya doin to my diapee?!”

Cannon Feather explained, “I takin’ off ya diapee, that’ww make it easiew when we go to ta potty.” Cannon proceeded to untape the diaper, and as it fell off Hoity looked down at his chubby belly, poking it. “Tat is awot of foaw fat.”

The little pegasus looked down at his tummy, “Ya, I used to be chubby untiw Wuna put me on a diet. I tink when ya wegwess, ya get awot of foaw fat.”

Hoity blushed, putting his hooves to his face. “Tats so embewassin’ tough!” Cannon
Feather booped his nose. “Wew, it makes ya wook cute. Now come on, wets go to ta potty. Fowwow me”

The regressed fashion star nodded and followed his friend to the door. Cannon Feather slowly opened the door, and the two waddled across the hall and towards the bathroom. Hoity shivered, shaking his rump he babbled. “My rump is cowd now.”

Cannon Feather nodded back. “Yeah, diapees do keep ya wump wawm. Dun wowwie, wew put it back on soon.” They slowly entered the bathroom to gaze upon the bottom of the porcelain white bowl of the toilet.

Hoity gulped looking at the almighty porcelain throne. “I gonna go potty in thewe?” He asked Cannon Feather.

Cannon Feather shook his head and pointed to a small, pink plastic potty resting near the toilet. “Nah, ya shouwd twy ta twainin’ potty wike I used to ta use untiw wecentwy. Wuckwie Wawity bwought out Sweetie Bewwe’s owd potty. If ya use it, we can take with ya whevew we go.”

Hoity nodded in response. “Awight, bu...maybe I showd twy usin ta big potty wike befowe? I just need a wittwe hewp ta get up thewe.”

Cannon Feather giggled. “Otay, Hoity, wet me hewp ya.” He led his friend and puffed out his tiny wings. Flapping as hard as he could, Cannon lifted Hoity to the side of the toilet. They both stared at the water underneath in the bowl and Hoity squeaked. “Is so big! Nothin wike it was when I was a big pony.”

Cannon Feather replied. “Weww, tat becawse ya a foaw, evewyting is biggew than how ya wemembew it. Now ta seat is awweady down, so it makes it easiwe. Aw ya gots to do is sit on the side and go. Just dun faww in.”

Hoity gulped, not daring to ask what would happen if he did. Turning so his rump faced the water, he carefully sat down and asked. “Wike tis, wight?”

Cannon Feather nodded. “Now go potty.” Hoity closed his eyes and concentrated, soon he tinkled a little into the bowl and he squealed in delight! “I did it! I used ta potty!”

Cannon Feather cooed. “Gweat, now we just gots to fwush. Is wots of fun!”

“How da we do tat?” Hoity asked Cannon.

Cannon pointed to a silver colored lever just a short distance from their current location. “Push down on tat, wike this!” He lifted his tiny body onto the lever of the toilet and pulled it down making it flush!

Toity squeaked in fright, falling backwards and plopping on his chubby rump as he screamed “Monstew!” before running out of the bathroom as fast as his little legs would let him!

The worried royal guard fluttered down from the toilet and waddled out the door to look for his friend. “Hoity? Whewe did ya go? Is okay to be scawed of ta toiwet, I was too once upon a time.” He shivered, remembering the experience where his rude aunt and uncle had made him scared of the toilet, after they had flushed him down it as punishment for flushing an expensive piece of jewelry. “Never again!” Cannon Feather thought to himself.

Cannon soon went downstairs to see a whimpering Hoity Toity crying, and holding Sweetie Belle’s leg. She was lightly cooing at him. “It’s okay, what’s wrong?”

Hoity gulped and explained, “We..weww a few minuets ago, I made a big poopies and Wawity had to change my stinky diapee. It was just howibwe, ta most embeawassin’ ting in aw of Equestwia!”

Sweetie Belle had to hold back her giggling as she thought. “Ok, don’t laugh. It seems Hoity Toity’s taking this seriously. Besides, you did it too when you were his current age. In fact, you did it until you were almost four and a half. If not for Rarity, you probably would’ve kept doing it until you were in kindergarten.”The filly then gave off a convincing gasp (as convincing as she could make it sound). “Oh no, how awful!” Then she looked at his rump and noticed something. ”But where is your diaper? Shouldn’t you still be wearing it?”

Hoity wiped the tears from his eyes as he kept on babbling, “Wew, ya see, I asked Cannon Fethaw to hewp me potty twain. So he took my diapee off. Ten I fowwed him to ta ba..bat...ta potty woom.”

Sweetie’s cheeks puffed out and she had to breathe slowly while thinking. “Calm down, don’t laugh, Sweetie Belle. Remember, he’s a foal.”She took a few breaths, swallowing her laugh before she asked, “So what happened next?”

Toity smiled and continued, “Weww, fiwst, Cannon Fetha said we shouwd use ya owd potty Wawity tat put it in ta potty woom. Bu I twyied ta use ta big potty,” He got super excited jumping up and down as he shouted! “Ten I made a wittwe pee in ta big potty! it was ta best ting eva!”

Sweetie dawwed, nuzzling him. “Oh that's wonderful! What else happened?”

Hoity blushed and mumbled. “Wew, when I was done, Cannon Fetah fwushed ta toiwet and it made ta scawy noise. I few backwawds on my butt and cwied and wan downstaiws.”

Cannon Feather came up, hugging Hoity as he apologized to Sweetie Belle. “I sowie, we wewe just twyin ta use ta potty. I wembew Hoity used to be supew scawed of ta potty when he was a foaw.”

Sweetie giggled. “Hoity, the potty isnt scary. It won’t hurt you.”

But Hoity pouted and babbled. “Yeah it is, is supa scawy! I gonna stay in diapees fow now. Dun wan the monstew to eat me when it makes that scawy noise!”

Cannon Feather blushed as Sweetie rolled her eyes. “Come on cutie, how bout you try my old potty instead? That doesn't make any scary noises. Besides, it’s your size, you don’t have to worry about falling in, like I once did.” She blushed upon making that comment.

Cannon Feather nodded and shouted in excitement. “Yeah! Tat sounds wike a gweat idea!”

Sweetie chirped, convinced she’d found a solution. “Great! Now come on you two!” She led the two upstairs and back to the bathroom. They slowly entered and saw the pink potty, but Hoity Toity’s eyes drifted to the toilet that rested nearby, and he whimpered while hiding behind Sweetie’s legs as he whispered. “Thewe it is, ta scawy potty.”

Sweetie couldn’t hold it in any longer, and she burst into laughter! Hoity turned to her while pouting. “I tewwing ya, it is scawy! “

Sweetie slowly stopped laughing. “I..I’m sorry,” She apologized. “I guess it can be scary. Now come on, show me how you use the potty. I’ll be right here, nothing will hurt you.”

Hoity squealed and ran to the pink potty with determination! But he paused upon looking at the toilet nearby. Whimpering, against his better judgement he looked up at it and a hissing sound came from underneath him. He looked down, squeaking in horror! “Uh oh!” He realized, bouncing back.

Sweetie blushed, noticing the huge puddle. “Um...Cannon Feather, we probably should just get him back into diapers. I don’t think he’s ready for potty training yet.”

The pegasus toddler sighed in disappointment. “I guess ya wight. Aw wew it was wowth a twy. Maybe next time.”

But suddenly, Hoity was stricken with a new sense of determination! “Miss. Rarity and Cannon Feather use it all the time, and I don’t want to be in diapers! I have to do it, I’m not gonna let Rarity change another stinky diaper!” Getting an idea, Hoity slowly pushed Sweetie Belle’s old potty near the toilet, an exhausting task for a little colt like him.

“Wha you doin’ Hoity?” Cannon Feather asked. “Ya dun have to keep going, we can just move ta pink potty somewhewe ewse and twy tat.”

“I not gonna take five and a hawf yeaws to be potty twained again!” Hoity vowed! Using Sweetie’s potty as a step stool, Hoity leaped up and managed to just barely grasp the edge of the bowl with his hooves. Despite the slippery porcelain, the little fashion star managed to make his way up onto the seat. “I gonna do it!” He vowed, remembering what Cannon Feather had showed him earlier.

“Hoity, be careful!” Sweetie cautioned.

Hoity didn’t answer, he was too busy shutting his eyes and concentrating. “Come on! You can do this!” He thought, giving himself a mental pep talk. And after a great deal of straining, Hoity grunted and heard a plop! “Yeah, I did it!” He cheered. “Now ta fwush ta potty!” Hoity gulped a bit, as he carefully moved over to the handle and leaped up to grab it. Moving it was proved to be quite a challenge. “Come on, stupid ting, move!”

“Hewe, wet me hewp ya, Hoity!” Cannon Feather squealed, as he flew over to help his friend. Working together, the two foals managed to force the handle down, and the toilet started to flush.

Hoity once again squeaked in fright, again falling backwards! But this time he was facing the wrong way, he fell into the bowl with a splash! “Un-no, hewp!” He cried in fright, struggling to keep his head above the rapidly draining water!

Sweetie immediately rushed to the toilet, instinctively grabbing a plunger! “Hoity, grab on! Quick!” She instructed, holding out the wooden end for Hoity to try and grab onto!

Hoity tried, but his hooves couldn’t grab onto the wooden end, the toilet water made them slippery! “Somepony, hewp me!” He cried out again, before he disappeared down the drain!

“Hoity!” Cannon Feather screamed, as the water resurfaced with no sign of his friend! Immediately, Cannon Feather flew over to the toilet handle and forced it down again, then he jumped into the bowl! “I coming Hoity!” He said firmly, even as memories long repressed came to the surface!

“Cannon Feather, what are you doing?! Get out of there!” Sweetie instructed, holding out the plunger.

Cannon Feather refused to grab hold! “I gonna save my fwiend!” He vowed, before he too disappeared down the drain and the water resurfaced with no sign of the colt!

Sweetie instinctively rushed out of the bathroom! “Oh this is bad, this is bad! This is SO bad!” She said to herself. “If Rarity finds out about this, she’ll never let me foalsit again!”

Chapter 4: Rarity and the foals

As Sweetie Belle was frantically rushing out into the streets, Cannon Feather and Hoity Toity were spiraling through the sewers, both holding their breaths. Hoity was a little scared at first, but he felt a bit better once Cannon Feather caught up to him.

At last, they popped through an opening, and splashed down into a fountain. Hoity breached first, quickly popping up to the surface. “Tat was scawy,” He said to himself. He looked around wide eyed, whimpering. “Un no, whewe’s Cannon Feathew?!”

Just then Cannon Feather burst through, surfacing with a plop,with his bulging diaper filled with water and clearly sagging. “Wha a wide, nevew tewwing Mama Wuna ‘bout tis.” He said to himself, as he swam towards Hoity.

Hoity just looked around in embarrassment at ponies passing by, blushing or giggling at him and his friend. Some were whispering. “Is that Hoity Toity? What’s he doing in the fountain? Why does he smell like he just swam out of a sewer?”

Hoity whined, turning to Cannon Feather. “This is aww youw fawt! Ya the weason I went down ta howe!” And he splashed him with a wave of water.

Cannon Feather shouted back. “Nu uh! Ya the one who twied to use the toiwet even aftew ya got scawed of the fwushing sound. I towd ya shouwd’ve used ta twaining potty! Ya wucky I such a good fwiend ow I wouwdn’t have fwushed mysewf to come aftew ya!” He splashed back at Hoity.

Hoity just whined. “Yeah huh! Ya knew I was scawed of the big potty! Now I definitewy not gonna be potty twained tiw I five and a hawf!” And he splashed back at Cannon.

Soon the colts were giggling and splashing at each other, forgetting all about their reason for being mad. Everypony surrounding the two colts were laughing at the spectacle, even in spite of the pungent smell.

All the while, Sweetie Belle was running from Rarity’s boutique down the road. Upon seeing the colts splashing about in the fountain, she shouted. “There you two are!”

Cannon Feather turned to her and shouted. “Sweetie Bewee! I wescued Hoity wike a woyal guawd!” He stood up proudly as his diaper sagged and fell into the water with a loud plop, making everypony laugh. Cannon Feather blushed, now fully naked, as Hoity Toity giggled and laughed. “Now ya wike me.”

Sweetie Belle quickly scooped the two up and placed the dripping wet foals on her back. “Alright you two, now let's get back to the boutique before Rarity finds out.” She ran back as fast as she could, but when they reached the door, Rarity was standing at the doorway with a glare.

The three were in Sweetie Belle's bedroom (Cannon Feather and Hoity Toity had both been re-diapered and bathed), as Rarity was walking back and forth in front of them, seething in anger. “So while I was taking a much needed nap, Hoity Toity and Cannon Feather got flushed down a toilet and ended up in a fountain. Is that it?” She asked.

Sweetie gulped and whimpered. “Ye-yeah, that's about it. I tried to pull them out with a plunger, but Hoity couldn’t grab on and Cannon Feather wouldn’t take it because he wanted to save Hoity.”

Rarity sighed in relief. “Alright, at least you tried to help. Still, what in Equestria were you three doing in the bathroom in the first place?! Let alone near the toilet?!”

Hoity Toity blushed as he babbled. “Sweetie Bewwe and Cannon Feathew were twying to help me leawn how to use ta potty, and I twied to use the big potty, bu I feww in and went down the howe.”

Cannon Feather nodded and babbled. “Yeah is my fawt. I sowie, Wawity. I went in aftew Hoity instead of getting you.”

Rarity placed a hoof to her face grumbling. “Alright, I get it, and I can understand you were trying to do me a favor. But Hoity, you’re staying in diapers. I said I’ll change them and I’m fine with that. I’d rather change a stinky diaper then have this happen again. However, I’ll still keep Sweetie Belle’s old potty out, but I’ll move it out of the bathroom and leave it in my bedroom. If you feel like you have to go, tell me and I’ll try to get you on it.”

“Otay, bu why I gots to be in diapees if I stiww gonna use the twaining potty?” Hoity asked in confusion.

“I very well can’t take such a thing with me, and I don’t want any accidents leaking onto my floors,” Rarity explained. “And it’s okay if you have accidents, Hoity, everypony has them at some point, even yours truly as much as I’m ashamed to admit it.”

Hoity nodded as Rarity turned to Cannon Feather. “Cannon Feather, you should've know better than to try and potty train Hoity with the toilet, but I understand you were just trying to help your friend. Still, there are better ways to help your friend than flushing yourself down the toilet.”

Cannon Feather blushed, but smiled a little upon realizing he wasn't in serious trouble.

Rarity then turned to Sweetie Belle. “You on the other hoof are the oldest and should have stopped this. When they were trying to use the toilet, you should’ve come get me, especially once Hoity made that huge mess on my floor. For now on, if they do anything like that, you come to me, alright? I won’t have more flushed foals on my watch.”

Sweetie nodded. “Okay, Rarity. I’m sorry.”

Rarity then sighed, turning back to the foals. “Good. Now then, I have more work to do on the foal clothes, so how about you two come and help me in my workshop? Since there’s only one training potty at the moment, you’ll both have to stay in diapers, okay?”

Cannon Feather and Hoity Toity both nodded and followed Rarity out of the room, as Sweetie belle sighed, plopping herself onto her bed. “Wow, foalsitting is tough, especially when they do stuff like that. I wonder how Apple Bloom does this every day? Then again, she’s got an entire family to help her, and she only has one foal to deal with. Maybe Scootaloo would be willing to help me?”

Hoity Toity and Cannon Feather were brought into Rarity’s workshop, where she placed pieces of paper and some crayons next to them. “There now, how about you two draw me some designs?” She instructed.

Hoity Toity nodded. “Yeah, otay.” He quickly snatched up a crayon with one of his hooves and began scribbling away, while Rarity went back to her sewing machine

Cannon Feather watched Hoity toity drawing and sighed. “Hoity, wha ya dwawin?”

Hoity babbled. “My onesie. I gonna show Wawity exactly how I wan it. At weast if I gots to weaw diapees aww the time, I wanna wook fashinoabwe in tem.” Cannon Feather looked over to see a messy drawing of blue and smirked. “Sure it is, wooks mowe wike a blue stowm.”

Hoity looked down at the drawing and sighed. “Yeah, ya wight, it wooks siwwy. I fowgot I not tat good of an awtist as a foaw,” He turned to Rarity, who was working on stitching up his new diapers, and mumbled, “I dun tink she needs owa hewp.”

Cannon Feather giggled. “Yeah, Mommy Wuna does that aw ta time when she’s busy. She tews me she need hewp with dweams and makes me go to sweep when I supa excited. Twuth is, she just wants me to go to sweep.”

Hoity sighed and babbled. “Yeah, I guess bein’ a baby means ya can’ do much wike ya used to,” He then picked up the crayon and started coloring some more. “Wew, I can at weast twy to make a pcitua fow Wawity to show hew tat I wove hew, even aftew evewyting tat happened.”

Cannon Feather nodded. “Yeah, I’ww make a pictua fow Mommy Wuna about ta dweam we had wast night.” Hoity looked up and asked. “Ya have dweams with ya mommy?”

The little royal guard gave a nod. “Yeah, when she done with hewpin otha ponies with they'we nightmawes, we pway together. Sometimes in a big pwaypwace, ow eat a bunch of candy. Sometimes she even tuwns hewsewf into a foaw and we pway toogetha. She ta best mommy in ta whowe wowd!”

Hoity sighed. “Yeah, my mommy didn do any of tose tings with me, and neithew did my daddy. Afta I was finawwy potty twained, tey sent me to schoow and I had to weawn to be a ‘pwopa cowt’, didn’ have much time fow fun afta tat.”

Cannon Feather looked up. “Yeah, I know. My aunt did ta same ting ta me, even fwushed me down the toiwet fow fwushing hew favowite neckwave and towd me not to come back tiw I weteived it. Bu tat schoow is when we became fwiends.”

Hoity nodded and looked up. “Yeah, I guess so, maybe…” He blushed and went back to drawing as Cannon Feather asked, “Wait, wha ya goin’ ta say?”

Hoity looked at Cannon Feather and said to him. “If tey can't find a cuwe, I guess we can stawt owa fwiendship aw ova again. Maybe when I a bit owder ya can hewp me potty twain again, and tis time I wun be so scawed of the big potty.”

Cannon Feather laughed. “Yeah, we can go to daycawe, pweschoow, and weguaw schoow. Ten ya gwowup bein’ a snobby fashion desinwe again.”

But then Hoity shouted. “Tats it!” And he tackled his friend. “Ya gonna get ta tickwe monsta!” He started to tickle Cannon, then a gentle hiss echoed through the workshop, and he saw Cannon Feather’s diaper turn yellow, and he patted it. “Aww, does ta big baby need a diapee change?”

Cannon Feather toppled Hoity over and went on top of him. “Nu uh, now ya gonna get ta tickwe monsta!” He started tickling Hoity making him giggle and gurgle until he wet his diaper too. Rarity looked over, groaning. “Darlings, I just re-diapered you after your sewer trip. Sweet Celestia, the amount of perfume, soap, and foal powder I went through to get you smelling nice again!”

They both got up blushing as Hoity babbled. “Sowwie, Wawity. Bu we didn’ wet tem too much, we dun need a change wight now. They can pwobabwy howd anothew pee-pee ow two.”

Rarity smiled. “Alright, but just go back to coloring unless you use your diapers again. I’m almost done with your stuff, Hoity Toity.”

The foals went back to coloring, finishing their picture as Cannon Feather smirked “Wawity weminds me of ya mom.”

Hoity pushed Cannon Feather. “Stop it, she nothin’ wike my mom. My mom was nowhewe neaw as nice as Wawity.”

Cannon Feather cooed. “Yeah, bu she is she fancy and wikes dwessies, just wike ya mommy.” Hoity blushed. “Ok, she’s onwy a wittwe wike my mommy. Bu at weast she not wike Bucket Bwidwe’s owd mommy.”

Cannon Feather laughed out loud and babbled. “Wew, she acts wike Pinkie Pie. I bet if Pinkie Pie’s cutie mawk was a diapee, she wowd be just wike hew.”

Hoity squealed. “Yeah, I bet! Tat wouwd be so siwwy,” He went back to his drawing, soon finishing it as he babbled. “Wew, my dwawing is done,” He looked up at Cannon Feather and asked. “Wha about you?”

Cannon Feather blushed. “Wew, Mommy Wuna wiw put it up on ta kitchen fwidge in ta wowyaw kitchen when I get back home. Is a wittwe embeawssin, but I wike it. Auntie Cewestia does it with Bucket Bwidwe’s pictuwes too. I dun know whewe Shining hangs Bwight Wing’s pictuwes though.”

Hoity laughed out loud again, as Rarity turned and cooed. “Sounds like you two are having fun.” The foals just smiled and showed her their messy drawings. Hoity’s was of him (a grey scribble) and a white scribble with purple and pink scribbled all over the page. “See, tat’s me and ya makin’ me new foaw cwothes togetha.”

Rarity’s heart melted a little at the picture and she cooed. “Oh Hoity, that's adorable darling, thank you.”

Cannon Feather held up his picture, a white scribble flying with a black scribble through a big blue scribble. “Tats me and my mommy, we fwyin thwough ta sky.” He explained.

Rarity dawwed. “Well, I think Princess Luna will just love it darling,” Then she turned to Hoity. “Now, I just finished your set of foal clothes. But what about your friend, Prim Headline? I want to show her what I've made so far.”

Hoity shrugged. “I dun know, Twily is ta one who sent ta lettaw to hew.”

Just then, all heard a knock and a female sounding voice called out. “Miss Rarity? It's me, Prim Headline.”

Rarity squeaked in excitement! “She’s here! Stay here you two, no funny business,” She quickly trotted down the stairs and to the door, opening it up to see a grey coated mare with a short pink mane, and blue eyes. She had her snout in the air, with two stallions buckling under the weight of boxes stacked on top of them.

The mare peered down at Rarity and asked. “So, you must be the one they call Rarity, correct?”

Rarity nodded and replied. “Yes, that’s me. I guess you want to see Hoity Toity?”

Prim Headline nodded. “Of course, but I would rather see your foal line first. As much as Hoity Toity is my friend, I’d rather not get my coat dirty from a foal,” She strutted inside with the stallions huffing, unpacking the boxes, as Prim looked around the boutique. “Hmmm, we’re going to need more space.”

“Oh don't worry about that, darling. I do most of my tailoring upstairs.” Rarity answered.

Prim nodded, waving a hoof as the moving stallions groaned, but still picked up the luggage and heaved it upstairs. They all entered Rarity's studio unloading the boxes, before they started to unpack them. Rarity blushed and whispered. “Um...thanks.”

Prim Headline turned. “Thank me later, first I must see that you're worth my time. Do you have some foal clothes to present me with?”

Hoity Toity waddled over with a scowl on his face. “Of couwse she does, she was wowkin aww day wong on tem!”

Prim turned to the foal with a smirk. “Aw, Hoity Toity. Never thought I would see you in a soiled diaper, so uncouth.”

Hoity blushed, trying to hide the yellow stained diaper, “So wha? I’m a foaw now, is not wike ya didn’t make messies in ya diapees as a baby. In fact, I know fow a fact tat you wowe diapees tiw ya was fouw, and ya didn’t potty twain once tiw ten cause ya wiked ya diapees.”

Prim scoffed, trying not to blush. “Such terrible manners, somepony should teach you some. Especially that it’s not polite to repeat such gossip in mixed company.”

Rarity gave a fake cough making Prim turn her head. “Um, excuse me, Prim, but should we perhaps get on with the um fashion show?”

Prim sneered. “Sure. It better be worth the train ride down here though.”

Rarity nodded, and as the snobby mare left the studio she turned to the foal. “Alright Hoity, darling, you ready to be a model?”

Hoity started bouncing on his diaper as he exclaimed! “Yep, I weady! Just tew me wha to do.”

Rarity carefully picked him up and explained. “How about I change your diaper first, then we’ll do the show? Don’t need you getting a rash on top of everything else that’s happened to you today.”

Prim Headline sat near the stage set in Rarity’s boutique, and was a tapping a hoof waiting for the presentation, when Rarity came out. “Hello and welcome to my presentation of ‘Rarity’s Fabulous Foal Wear’ as modeled by Hoity Toity. First I'll show off my new diapers!”

Hoity took a deep breath, then he waddled out onto the stage in his new diaper. It was super cute with little gems with purple leak guards. He waddled up to Rarity as she continued. “This is my latest design for foal diapers. It has powerful leak guards to protect the foal from any leaking, but the diaper isn't any thicker than normal. Instead laid within the fabric are two padding stuffers in the sides of the diaper and inlined into the inside. Also I added fresheners in the diaper to keep the foal’s accidents from smelling too bad, and of course the gems on the front are wetness indicators. So it will be identified easily if the baby peed.”

Prim headline smiled at it. “Well all that does sound amazing. Can I see them all tested?”

Rarity blushed. “I wouldn't mind, but I was only able to make a few and I’d rather not have them ruined just yet. Besides, I don’t think Hoity has to go right now.”

Prim nodded and replied. “Alright, fair enough. Show me the next item then.” Hoity nodded and waddled off as fast as he could. Rarity came over, putting the onesie on him and buttoning the bottom flap as she whispered. “How are you holding up?”

Hoity smiled. “I doin’ fine, tank ya fow now making me do a wettie in fwont of Pwim.” Rarity hugged him back. “Think nothing of it, darling now go out and try to waddle more, it makes you look even more adorable.”

Hoity nodded and waddled out of the curtains, strutting about in his diaper and wiggling his tush back and forth. Prim dawwed, seeing him in an adorable blue onesie with a cute teddy bear on the front, and a little black bow tie on it. Rarity then explained. “This is an onesie of course, but I made it in mind of how a foal moves. It gives them ample room to play in and it's super easy to wash in case it gets messy.”

Hoity sat down on his padded rump with a big smile, blushing as Prim clapped. “Bravo, just wonderful. The onesie matches your eyes and is very well designed too, bravo.”

Hoity squealed, waddling back in through the curtain. He was quickly undressed and the onesie was thrown off, then he got on a cute little blue suit with a button crotch, but it had a small, cute coat with little teddy bears for the buttons to go with it, and a cute purple bow tie. Rarity continued. “This is my foal suit for formal occasions. It's like an onesie but it functions to make the colt not only formal but cute.”

Hoity wiggled his rump strutting out of the curtains, making Prim burst into laughter. “Oh my Celestia, Hoity! You’re too much!” Hoity squealed, jumping up and down in excitement. “So, ya wike ta foaw cwothes?!”

Prim nodded. “Yes, these are some of the best looking foal clothes I have ever seen.”

Rarity beamed with pride, as she trotted out onto the stage. “Thank you, Prim.”

Prim waved a hoof. “Enough of that. Now, I heard you have a plan for the rest of the foal clothes, and you also have a filly model in mind?”

Rarity nodded. “Yes, her name is Zecora, but she’s currently with Applejack.”

Prim blushed. “You're talking about the zebra that was turned into a foal a month ago?”

Rarity nodded and continued. “Yes, I know her black and white stripes might clash with most colors, but I'm sure we can work around it.”

Prim waved a hoof. “Say no more, I'll be the first fashion mare to design for a zebra. And don't worry, soon we'll have a full line of foal fashion to show off.”

Rarity gave a slight nod. “Of course. Now, should we get to work? I could see about getting Applejack to bring Zecora in.”

Prim shook her head and yawned. “No. I had a long train ride here, and for now, while my work ponies set up my stuff, I'm going to my hotel. We shall begin tomorrow at ten a.m. sharp.”

Rarity gave a nod. “Ten a.m., got it. I’ll have everything ready before then.”

Prim continued as she strode out of the door. “Be sure you are, because tomorrow we'll change the face of foal fashion.”

As soon as Prim was gone, Hoity squealed. “We did it! We did it! We got Pwim Headwine to stay and help!”

Rarity, in tears of joy, hugged Hoity. “Thanks so much! You were an excellent model”

Hoity blushed. “Is no pwobwem, I happy to hewp. Guess that means we can have a wittwe rest befowe tomorrow.”

Rarity nodded. “Of course, darling, Now come on, let's go get you something to eat. You must be starving after everything you’ve been through.”

That night, Rarity was getting ready for bed, putting on her sleeping mask and setting her mane up in curls. She turned to hear Hoity and Cannon Feather bouncing around on her bed. Lifting her mask, she smiled at the scene and cooed. “Looks like you two still have a lot of energy.”

Cannon Feather turned with big smile on his face. “Yeah, we gots wots and wots of enewgy.”

Hoity got up, putting a hoof over his chest as he said with a smug grin. “Yeah, I ta best foaw modew in aw of Eqwestia. Soon evewy foaw wiw be weawin owa diapees.”

Rarity laughed as she settled them under the covers. “Okay, that’s enough, darlings. Now it’s time for bed,” They snuggled into her with a slight blush growing over her face, “Alright you two, comfortable?”

Both nodded, then Cannon Feather with a worried look asked, “Wawity, Mommy is pwoabbwy gonna visit you in a dweam and ask about me. Awe ya goin to tew hew I was naughty today?”

Rarity shook her head. “Of course not, darling. I'll tell her you've been really well behaved. But I will inform her of what happened with the potty training earlier.”

Cannon Feather groaned. “I was scared you would say that” But Rarity ruffled his mane. “Oh, don't fret. Luckily, you and Hoity are back here, safe and sound and smelling nicely again. I’m sure she’ll understand..”

Hoity nuzzled Rarity, and started to press his lips and suckle air, but it wasn’t enough and he started whining a little. “Waiwty I...I want something to suck on.”

The fashionista blushed. “Well ..” She lit up her horn and a pacifier lifted from the diaper bag near the bed, and plopped into Hoity’s mouth. He gave it a few satisfying suckles and snuggled deep into Rarity’s fur as he mumbled. “Tat’s so much betta.” The two were sleeping soundly soon enough as Rarity looked at the two and nuzzled them. “What a wonderful day, well aside from when they flushed themselves down the toilet during my nap. I guess foals aren't that bad after all, when they’re not using their diapers or doing stuff to make you worry.” She thought to herself.

Chapter 5: New arrivals

Five days went by quickly, and Rarity was at Sweet Apple Acres, watching Hoity Toity and Zecora play in a playpen together. Applejack chuckled, seeing them build a tower of blocks together.

Hoity was grunting, using his magic to levitate them, while Zecora tried to keep it steady. “They sure do make a great team.” She commented.

Rarity sighed in exhaustion. “Yes they do, when they’re not pooping their diapers, waking up every hour of the night, or causing havoc. Celestia knows how many headaches Hoity’s given me.”

Applejack turned. “So, I'm guessin’ you’re not so happy with foals?”

Rarity turned and whispered to her friend. “Don’t get me wrong, I love having Hoity Toity and Cannon Feather. But they can be quite the hoofful. I mean the other day, they went down a toilet into the sewers! Apparently it was a potty training attempt gone horribly wrong.”

Applejack went wide eyed and scratched the back of her neck. “Gosh, sounds like quite the adventure! They alright?!”

Rarity waved a hoof. “They’re fine now, but at the time I nearly had a heart attack, they could’ve drowned, to say nothing of how their fur smelled. It took me hours to get the smell out, and I thought Sweetie Belle’s dirty diapers were the nastiest thing ever. Since then I’ve had to keep them out of the bathroom.”

Applejack shook her head in disbelief. “Well, at least they’re alright. Makes me glad Zecora ain’t that curious.”

Rarity waved a hoof. “Yes, them being safe is the important thing. But just imagine how horrified you’d be to wake up and learn that you had two flushed foals on your hooves.”

Applejack chuckled as she continued. “Guess it’s a good thing we’re not lookin’ to potty train Zecora anytime soon then. So, I guess you're here to ask if Zecora can be your model?”

Rarity nodded. ”Why absolutely, darling. We’ve crafted the entire filly line, and we’re about ready to go to Manehattan, if that’s okay with you, darling. I know you’re not much of a city pony.”

But Applejack just replied. “Oh it’s more than fine, as long as I can come and keep an eye on Zecora. Don’t need her mixin’ up another laxative and makin’ a huge stink bomb.”

Rarity laughed, glad she hadn’t been around for that experience. “Of course, darling. I promise you, it’ll be grand. We’ll be situated in one of the finest hotels, and eat luxurious food.”

Applejack just shrugged. “I don’t care much for that, just want Zecora to enjoy herself and be there for that. Gotta make sure I capture it all on camera, the family album ain’t gonna fill itself.”

Zecora blushed and whined. “Mommy, ya weawwy goin to take mowe pictuas of me?!”

Applejack turned to the baby zebra and cooed. “Of course, little cutie. If you're goin’ to Manehattan for the first time, somepony has to make sure ya never forget all the memories.”

Hoity laughed out loud and teased. “Ya! Wike ya fiwst poopy in Manehatten, ow ya fiwst diapee change in Manehattan! Maybe ya even gets a diapee tat says ‘I wove Manehattan’.”

Zecora shouted at Hoity. “Tats it, Hoity, ya gettin tickwes!” She jumped on top of him, knocking over their tower of blocks (which scattered all across the playpen) while the two mares laughed, watching Zecora tickle Hoity, who squealed as a hiss soon echoed throughout the room.

Applejack smiled, but looking around the room she asked. “Wait, where’s Cannon Feather? Ain’t he supposed to be with Hoity, ya know seein’ as they know each other and what not?”

Rarity turned to Applejack and explained. “Oh, Cannon Feather? Well, he’s with Luna right now. She picked him up last night in order to spend some time with him, even put him back in pull-ups. But she should be back so-” Then there came a knock. “Um, open up, please? It's Princess Luna.”

Rarity giggled. “Well, guess that answers that,” The fashion mare went over, opening the door for the princess of the night. “Hello, Princess Luna, it is so nice to see you. And little Cannon Feather too.”

Luna gave Rarity a tired smile. “Rarity, it's such a pleasure. Isn’t that right, Cannon Feather?” The princess then placed little Cannon Feather down on the floor, his pull up crinkling as Luna nuzzled him and looked up at Rarity while cooing. “Now then, Rarity, I need to talk with you in private.”

Cannon Feather looked up at Luna and whined. “Mommy!”

Luna looked down at her son. “Hush now, sweetie. It’s alright, she just needs to know about something. You stay here and play with your friends, Mommy will be back as soon as possible.” He turned his head, sniffling a bit, as he waddled towards the playpen. Applejack scooped him up, and plopped him on his rump next to his friends (who were running about and laughing, Applejack had just finished changing Hoity).

Rarity followed Luna outside and asked the princess. “So, what’s going on? Is this about the whole toilet thing, because for the record it was Sweetie Belle who was watching him when he went down the drain.”

Luna turned, shook her head, and sighed. “I already know it wasn’t your fault, he does still have that royal guard instinct to save others. Look, Rarity, I know you’ve done a lot and I thank you for caring for Cannon Feather for me. But I must insist that if he’s to stay with you on this journey to Manehattan as your backup colt model, he has to keep up with his potty training schedule.”

Rarity gave a small nod. “Right, of course, darling. Being in diapers for too long could impede that. Just the training potty though, right?”

Luna nodded and gave a small smile. “Absolutely, I think it’s best he not try to use the toilet again in my absence. Thank you for understanding. He can still wear diapers at night as he's still quite the bedwetter and his pull ups don’t hold much. But during the day, please have him wear his normal pull ups as much as possible, and just ask him if he needs to go potty constantly, he’s still learning how to tell when he has to go. And be sure you remind him after meal times, it seems like that’s when he’s most prone to accidents. Also, whatever you do don’t feed him any chocolate and..”

Rarity interrupted. “Darling, you have nothing to worry about. I’ll gladly help him with his potty training. It’ll be nice having at least one foal that doesn’t require diaper changes.”

Luna just hugged Rarity. “Thank you so much! Cannon Feather’s been really excited to be with Hoity,” She then gave Rarity a few packages of pull ups. “These are his normal pull ups,” She then took out a few packages of night time diapers. “And these are his night time diapers. I should’ve given all of this to you earlier.”

Rarity smiled putting the packages aside. “Anything else, darling?” Luna smiled, as a thought came to her. “Oh yes, please be sure to get some photos of his first trip to Manehattan. I would love to add that to his photo album, I’ve got quite the collection already, and I hope you do too.”

Rarity just waved a hoof. “No problem, darling. I’m sure we’ll have tons of things to talk about when he gets back to Canterlot after the competition.”

“I’d better go see him before I go, just to be sure he knows what’s expected of him,” Luna decided. She went inside the house and turned to Cannon Feather, somewhat pouting. “Hey sweetie, come here.” He turned and whimpered in apology. “Mama, I sowie. I twyin hawd to go potty by mysewf, I didn fowget.” Luna just scooped him up with her magic and held him close. “That’s alright, sweetie, I’m not mad. I just want to make sure you learn to use the potty like the big colt you are..”

Cannon gave a nod. “Wight, dun wana stay in diapees foweva.” Luna booped his nose. “That’s right. But remember, only use the training potty. Don’t want you falling into the big potty and getting flushed.”

Cannon nodded again. “Wight, Mama, I won't eva go down ta big potty again. Is scawy and icky.”

Luna got up and turned to Hoity Toity and Zecora, telling them. “You two behave as well, no causing havoc either.” They both gave clumsy salutes. “We won’t, Auntie Wuna.”

Luna dawwed a little. “Auntie Luna? I have to get used to that nickname.” Applejack then giggled and joked. “Well, Auntie Luna, want to stay and hang out? You can have some tea and share embarrassin’ stories about Cannon Feather.”

Luna blushed. “I would love too. For example, it's too bad Cannon Feather pretty much started potty training when he was regressed. I wouldn’t mind having him in his diaper years.” “Mama, stop!” Cannon playfully whined, making everypony laugh. Luna yawned. “But, sorry, I have to decline. I need to get some sleep, I’m not much of a morning pony. How about tonight around eight?”

Applejack smiled. “Sure, that sounds fine. I can stay up for a bit.” Luna gave one last tired nod and turned to Cannon Feather. “I love you.” He waddled over and hugged her legs as he replied back. “I wove ya too, Mama. Tank ya fow wettin’ me stay.” She held him close and gave a him a few more nuzzles. “Alright, Mommy has to go. You be a good colt for Rarity, don’t go falling into anymore toilets.”

Cannon bounced, smiling. “Otay, Mama, I’ww be a good cowt and use ta potty wike a big cowt! I pwomice I wun go neaw ta big potty, too dangewous.” The princess of the night then smiled at her son one last time, before leaving.

Rarity turned to the foals a short time later. “Right, well we’d better get back to the boutique. Prim Headline is going to be up soon and she wants to have Zecora and Hoity to do a dry run before we go to Manehattan tomorrow. In the fashion world you can never be too prepared.”

Applejack nodded. “Right, let’s go.” She got up and placed Zecora into her buggy. Rarity put Hoity Toity inside his, next to Cannon Feather. Then they both strolled off to the boutique.

When they arrived at the boutique, a large, purple coated unicorn mare was there, waiting them. She was in a beautiful red dress, with a streaming white mane and tail done all fancy, and lavish purple eyes. She turned to Rarity with a smile. “Ah, you must be the one they call Rarity. Or do you prefer Miss Rarity?”

Surprised at the sudden question, Rarity replied. “Just Rarity, darling. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”

The mare cooed and bowed. “Oh, my apologies. My name is Sassy Fancy, the mother of Hoity Toity,” Hoity gulped, putting his hooves over his eyes as she dawwed. “Oh, Hoity, what’s the matter? Too embarrassed to say hi?” He just groaned, reluctantly saying. ”Hi, Mommy.”

Sassy turned to Cannon Feather, who was blushing and scrunching his pullup. “Hello to you too, Cannon Feather, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you and Hoity like this together.” Cannon just babbled. “Hi, Sassy.”

Sassy giggled and looked at Rarity. “Looks like you have your hooves full at the moment.”

Rarity blushed, waving a hoof. “Well, it’s not all bad, darling. Would you like to come inside? I can make you some tea and let you and Hoity catch up.”

Sassy smiled and squealed. “Sounds absolutely wonderful, darling. It was quite the trip coming down here from Canterlot. But I can see it was more than worth it already.”

Rarity opened the door, and allowed Sassy to stroll on in. Applejack turned to Rarity, “Kind of rude she didn’t even acknowledge Zecora, or me.” As she followed the rest of the group inside the boutique.

Sassy was now sitting down in the kitchen, and across from her was Hoity in his highchair, crossing his forehooves. He stared at his mom (who sipping a cup of tea) and babbled. “So, Mommy, why ya hewe?”

Sassy turned with a smile. “Oh, I just came by to see you, darling. When I’d heard you were turned to a foal, I thought it was just gossip from one of those crazy magazines. But now, seeing you, it’s like a dream come true.”

Hoity grumbled. “Tanks, Mommy, bu I dun wana go home with ya.”

Sassy laughed out loud. “Oh, I'm not going to take you home, Hoity. Having you as a foal is one experience I’m not too fond of having again. Goodness were you the little stink bomb, I can’t believe it took so long to potty train you. I almost didn’t think you’d ever graduate from diapers. I have a proposition instead.”

“What?” Hoity asked, somewhat embarrassed by his mom’s talk.

Sassy replied and explained. “Well, from what we know of Zecora, and those royal guard ponies that turned to foals, they don’t seem to ever turn back into adults. Which means your business is up for grabs. So, let me control your clothing lines, at least until you’re an adult again. After all, whoever heard of a foal running a fashion business?”

Hoity sighed. “I dun tink I gots a choice.” His mom put her cup of tea down. “No, I don’t think so,” She took out his old teddy bear and placed it in his hooves. Then she cooed. “So, when you return from Manehattan, I’ll bring the papers and finalize it, okay?”

Hoity nodded. “Suwe, bu Wawity keeps ta foaw cwothes. Ya can take ta aduwt cwothing wines.” He hugged his teddy bear close as his mom left the kitchen. Hoity then nuzzled his teddy close. “Mw. Bowtie, I missed ya awot!”

Once Sassy Fancy had left the boutique, Rarity whispered. “Wow, thought she would stay longer,” The mare turned to the kitchen to find Hoity snuggling his teddy and smiled. “Is that Mr. Bowtie?”

Hoity smiled and showed it off. “Ya! See, I can dwess him up in aw kinds of outfits! He my fiwst best fweind!” He hugged the plush bear close to his face making Rarity daww. “I can see that, darling. But it looks like Mr. Bowtie could sure use a suit.”

Hoity nodded and giggled. “Yeah, he needs a suit. He can't be wawkin awound naked.” Rarity laughed, scooping him up as she then asked. “So um...Hoity, what did your mother want?”

Hoity;s face turned into a pout. “She just wans my business, that's aw. I dun wana tawk about it.” Rarity nuzzled him. “Well, alright then. How about you go and play with Zecora and Cannon Feather, while we wait for Prim to come? I even moved Sweetie Belle’s training potty if you want to try and use it, but remember that Cannon Feather gets to use it too. And just come get me if either of you use it.”

Hoity smiled and was carried off to Sweetie Belle’s room, where Zecora and Cannon Feather both had plush animals of their own. Cannon Feather had his bunny, and Zecora her plush ursa minor. Hoity was placed right next to them, blushing. “Hi ya two, how’s it goin’?”

Zecora turned to Hoity. “Gweat. So, how ya doin’? It wooks wike awot happened today.”

Hoity sighed. “Wew, I dun wan to tawk about it, but at weast I gots Mw. Bowtie back!” He showed off his teddy bear and the other foals squealed in laughter, clapping their hooves.

Cannon Feather brought up his pink bunny. “His name is Bubbwe Gum, he my favowite stuffed bunny.”

Zecora held up her ursa minor plushie. “His name is Beawy, he woves bewwwies and natuaw stuff, wike me.”

They all giggled as they took their plushies around. Then Cannon Feather asked. “Wha showd owa pwushies do?”

Hoity scratched his chin and briefly pondered. “How about tey have a tea pawty togethew?” He waddled off to a toy chest, pulling out plastic cups and plates, placing them next to each of the plushies.

Zecora squealed in delight! “Tats a gweat idea! Bu what about cwithes? Tey can’t have a tea pawty aww naked! Is not powite.”

Cannon Feather nodded and babbled. ”Zecowa is wight, tey need cwothes. Bu wha showd tey weaw?”

Hoity dug back into the chest, bringing up some doll dresses and suits, and throwing them to the foals. They all giggled as Zecora put Beary into a purple dress. Cannon Feather put his bunny into a pink and frilly doll dress, and Hoity put Mr. Bowtie in a small suit. Then they sat the plushies in a circle and they babbled about drinking tea and how pretty their dolls clothes looked.

“Howd on!” Hoity suddenly said to Zecora and Cannon Feather. “I wants to twy and use ta potty!”

“Bu Hoity, we not awod in the bathwoom aftew wha happened with ta big potty a few days back!” Cannon Feather protested.

“Is it twue you guys went down the howe?” Zecora asked. “Sounds wike a fun wattew swide.”

“Is no swide, it was supew scawy,” Hoity protested to Zecora, then to Cannon Feather he replied. “I not usin the big potty, I gonna twy to use the twaining potty wike you do.”

“Oh, is tat wha tat funny wooking pink bowl tinky in the cowner is fow?” Zecora wondered. “I thought it was just Opaw’s miwk bowl.”

“Nu-uh, is cawwed a twaining potty, and Hoity’s gonna show ya how to use it, Zecora,” Cannon Feather replied to the zebra. “I use it aww the time, ow at west aww the time up tiw a few days ago.”

Hoity just trotted over to the training potty, fumbling with his diaper’s tapes until Cannon Feather was able to undo them. “Otay, Zecowa, so hewe’s how potty twaining wowks,” Hoity explained. “Fwist ya gotta take off ya diapee, wike I just did. Ten you just sit youw wump down wike this.”

Zecora watched with interest, as did Cannon Feather. But minutes seemed to tick by without anything happening. “Now wha?” Zecora asked Hoity. “Ya supposed to do someting? I heaw the potty makes a funny noise, sounds kind of wike a monstew.”

“Tat’s onwy the big potty,” Cannon Feathew told Zecora. “Is cawwed fwushing. Twaining potties dun do tat fow some weason.”

“So, wha, ya just sit on it? Sounds bowing ta me.” Zecora yawned.

Hoity blushed, getting off the potty. “Weww, ya supposed to sit on it and do wetties and poopies in it, bu I guess I dun have to go.”

“I hope Mommy Appwejack doesn make me stawt sitting on tat ting.” Zecora remarked, as she watched Cannon Feather help Hoity put his diaper back on.

Watching from outside the door, Rarity was smiling at the adorable scene. “Oh, this is so precious. Hopefully, Prim is running late.” She thought out loud, as she watched the foals resume their tea party

The foals were playing for so long, that they all gasped in surprise when the door opened up and Rarity came up to them. “So sorry to disturb your tea party, little ones, but Prim Headline is here.”

Zecora turned and smiled. “Wight, we betta get goin’ with ta fashion show. I can’ wait!”

Hoity got up, smiling happily, as did Cannon Feather. Rarity checked his pull up first and cooed. “Still dry, and clean, good. How about you go use the potty before the show starts?”

Cannon Feather gave a nod. “Wight, I gettin smiwey faces on my cawendaw today. Mommy Wuna’s gonna be so pwoud of me.” And he trotted over to the small plastic object.

Meanwhile, Rarity came over and checked both Hoity’s and Zecora's diapers. “Good, you’re clean too. Now, today, I'm sorry to say this, but you’re going to have to use the diapers we made to see if they work.”

Hoity groaned and stomped his hooves. “Awight, even to tis is gonna be so embewassin ta do it fwont of evewypony.”

Zecora blushed and put a hoof on Hoity’s neck. “Is otay, I’ww use my diapee with ya.” They both giggled as Rarity squealed. “Wonderful, now come on, let’s not keep Prim Headline waiting.”

“I done going potty, Wawity! I a big cowt!” Cannon Feather boasted, as he stepped off the potty.

“Right after we take care of Cannon Feather and clean out the training potty of course.” Rarity giggled. The two foals toddled after Rarity, who couldn't help but daww at the crinkling noises of their diapers echoing throughout the hall. “Oh my, when Hoity is back to being normal, I'm going to miss that crinkling sound, it’s just too adorable.”

A short time later, Rarity, Hoity, and Zecora, made it to the stage, where Rarity took them and dressed them into the first outfits. Then Prim Headline clapped her hooves. “Alright, you may start.”

Rarity came out from backstage and announced. “Welcome one and all to the Fashionable Foal Fashion Show! First, we will show off the onesies!”

Both Hoity and Zecora turned with a smile at each other, then they stuck their heads up and waddled out onto the stage together. Hoity was in his blue onesie from before, while Zecora was now in a cute pink one. Her diaper had pink frills that poked through her leg holes, as she toddled about, making crinkling noises with each step. Prim was smiling with pride the whole time. “Very good. Next outfit, please.”

The foals quickly went backstage and their outfits were changed. Hoity in his adorable suit, and Zecora in her big, poofy, pink dress. She couldn't help but bounce out onto the stage shaking her padded tush. Hoity giggled as he toddled behind making sure to wiggle his hips more, making his diaper crinkle extra loudly. Prim clapped, once more shouting. “Bravo!” Now for the Nightmare Night costumes!”

Meanwhile, Applejack shouted. “Alright, Zecora, ya shake that padded tush of yours, cutie butt!”

Both foals went backstage and were quickly put into new outfits. Hoity was dressed in a cute wizard’s costume with a little frilly blue hat and a cape tied around his neck too. He held a wand in his mouth. Zecora was dressed like a fairy, with fake wings tied around her. She wore a frilly white and pink dress with a tiara on her head, and she had a sparkling wand in her mouth as well. They both bounced out together and Prim Headline squealed, as did Applejack.

Rarity smiled at the two bouncing about in their adorable costumes.

Prime quickly cooed. “Alright, now for the final tests. First the diapers, then the pull-ups.”

The foals blushed and quickly waddled backstage, where they were taken out of their costumes. They went back out and blushed together as they both peed their diapers. Prim watched as they turned yellow and Rarity gulped, as they looked down and squealed. “Yes! Tey did it! The diapees wowk!”

Prim sighed in relief (as did Rarity). “Good, it looks like they did. Now for the pull ups.”

The foals went backstage as Rarity quickly changed them out of the soggy diapers and cooed in cautious encouragement. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you two think you can pee in a pull-up for me, just this once?”

They both nodded as Zecora blushed. “Yeah! Dun ya know, Hoity and I awe ta supa soakaws of Ponyviwwe!” They both then had pullups slipped over their rumps with similar designs printed on them.

Rarity cautioned. “Alright. Now you only have to pee in them a little. That's why you peed in the diapers first.”

They both giggled, shaking the pull-ups as Zecora blushed. “Yeah, tey not as thick as ta diapees.” They both giggled and waddled out, showing their new padding off, and making sure they crinkled loudly. They then stood together at the front of the stage and peed again, only tinkling a little. The pull ups held as Prim got up, clapping and cheering. “Bravo! Bravo! We’re most definitely ready for Manehattan!”

Hoity squealed, hugging Zecora close! “We did it!” Zecora booped his nose. “Yeah, we both did!” They stood on stage as they nuzzled each other close.

Rarity smiled at the two. “Oh, they look so cute together. I do hope Hoity Toity can stay as a foal for a little while after this, at least long enough for me to take some cute photos.”

Chapter 6: Welcome to Manehatten!

The next day, Rarity was sitting in a train car with Hoity plopped in her lap, with his bulging white diaper with cute purple leak guards, letting his pacifier bob up and down in his mouth. Cannon Feather was snuggled next to him, strapped in his pull-up and hugging a pink rabbit. On the other side of the aisle was Applejack who was feeding Zecora, clad in a cute pink diaper, a bottle of fresh formula, watching her suckle gently and only kicking her back legs a little. Rarity blushed, taking a camera and snapping a few photos as she whispered. “Wow, I can’t believe how calm she is. She’s nowhere near as fussy as Hoity.”

Applejack looked up, smiling. “Yeah, but to tell you the truth, she ain’t like this most of the time. Still, I do enjoy these moments with her, she’s just a precious little thing. Can you take a few more, please?”

Rarity took a few more pictures, and as she put the camera down she asked. “Darling, you’re doing better as a mom now. I mean, does it get easier after a while or are you just used to it because of past experiences?”

Applejack looked up at Rarity and explained, “Oh, well, it’s both. I mean I've been doin’ this for almost two months now, so it's almost second nature in carin’ for little Zecora. But I also feel that you got to have a bond with your foal, it’s easier for me since I had to help raise Apple Bloom.”

Then on cue, Zecora gave a small burp. Applejack instantly took the bottle out, and popped a pacifier into her mouth, as she patted the little zebra until she gave another loud belch. The farm mare then placed her foal back into a cradling position. Rarity was gaping in awe the whole time. “Applejack, you're a natural!”

Applejack looked up and blushed. “Oh, uh, yeah, guess so.”

Rarity sighed, turning to the colts laying in her lap, “Well, it'll be awhile before I'm that coordinated with these colts. They’re so rambunctious and hard to control. It doesn’t help that one of them’s in potty training, and the other’s trying desperately to follow.”

Applejack turned to Rarity. “Well, Zecora here may be a zebra foal, but she ain’t an angel. Heck she still makes potions out of the craziest stuff. One time I found her mixing her formula with her applesauce. All it did was give her an upset tummy.”

Rarity laughed and cooed. “Oh, isn’t she just the little scientist? Hoity is so creative, I mean, I always knew he must of been a natural for fashion. But last night, he was drawing suit designs for his teddy. I hanged them on the fridge.”

Applejack burst into laughter. “Oh, he sounds just like Cannon Feather. From what I hear, every mornin’ he draws a picture of what he dreamt that night, and Luna puts it on their fridge.”

“What else is Luna up too?” Rarity asked out of curiosity. “She must have tons of stories about being a mom.”

Applejack nodded. “Oh she does, trust me. And, just sayin’ from what she told me, right now I feel sorry for ya, if ya have to potty train Hoity. Apparently, Cannon Feather’s a real hooful.”

The fashion mare squeaked. “Cannon Feather is that bad?!” As she said that they all heard a hissand they all turned to see his pull-up turn yellow. Rarity groaned. “Oh dear, should’ve put him in a diaper for the train ride. I thought he’d tell me if he had to go.”

The farm mare chuckled. “I'm not too keen on startin’ potty trainin’ for Zecora until she's three, or at least two and a half. I already know she's gonna use her trainin’ potty like a cauldron. Don’t wanna imagine the messes I’ll have to clean up then.”

Rarity burst into laughter with Applejack, just before the conductor shouted. “Now arriving at Manehatten Central Station!” The mares turned to see their train pulling into the station and the foals suddenly woke up.

The regressed royal guard looked down to his soggy pull-up and whimpered. “Uh oh, I wet. And in my puww-up no wess.”

Rarity sighed and replied. “It's alright, sweetie. I’ll change you, come on.” The little colt hopped off his seat and Rarity hoofed Hoity to Applejack. “Can you watch him while I change Cannon Feather real quick?”

Applejack smiled. “Sure thing,” She took the little colt into her hooves. He smiled at Zecora with his pacifier in his mouth and babbled. “Hi, Zecowa, how ya doin’?”

She hugged her friend and cooed. “I doin’ awight, ta twain twip was weawwy wong though.”

Applejack nodded, taking a hoof and pulling both their diapers back to check them thoroughly. “I’ll say. You’re both a little wet, but that’s about it.”

Hoity looked up at Applejack and babbled. “Wew, we had fuw diapees befowe ta twain twip this mowning.”

Applejack waved a hoof over her nose. “Yes you did. Zecora’s stinky rump could be smelled for miles.”

Zecora suqealed in laughter, kicking about. “Mama, who’s stinkew? Hoity, ow me?”

Applejack tapped a hoof to her chin. “Hmm, I think Hoity is,” Hoity blushed as Zecora giggled, bouncing up and down. Then Applejack turned to her little zebra and added. “Well, at least Hoity doesn’t make potions out of his formula.” This made Zecora blush and Hoity giggled “Weawwy?! Whe did she do tat!”

The farm mare continued. “Well, one mornin’, I put this little cutie down for her nap while I finished up on some chores, feedin’ the pigs, milkin’ the cows. When I came back, I found Zecora mixing somethin’ in a pot with a wooden spoon. I came over and saw it was her formula, mixed with applesauce.”

Zecora whined. “It was supposed ta be abbwe fwavoed fowumuwa so it’d taste even bettew!” All the while Hoity was laughing, kicking about in his diaper. “Oh, wow! Maybe I showd do tat with my fowmuwa?!”

Just then, Rarity came back with Cannon Feather bouncing along, as she gave them a smile. “Alright, darlings, let’s get going.” They all got up, walked out of the station, and out onto the busy streets of Manehatten.

The eyes of the foals went wide as they gazed at the tall buildings, and the hustle and bustle of the cabs rolling down the street, ponies all walking about in a hurry.

Hoity smiled. “These pwaces wook awot biggaw as a foaw.”

Zecora mouth was wide open. “I neva seen anyting wike it. Is amazing!”

Rarity waved a hoof, stopping a taxi and went over to tell the stallion where to go. Applejack helped settle the foals down in the back and scooted over for Rarity to sit by her. As they were carried off, Rarity turned to the foals and smiled at the them. “I can’t wait until we get to the hotel, you three are going to love it! You especially, Zecora!”

Hoity gave a nod. “Yeah, I can’ wait! Ta hotews gots supa comfy beds! I wana jump on tem!”

Cannon Feather gasped and pleaded. “Can we, Wawity?! I wana jump on ta beds!”

Zecora started bouncing up and down in excitement. ”Me too! I wana jump supa high!”

Rarity smiled at them. “Oh, alright, just this once. But only for a little bit. I was thinking we could take you all to the park later, if you behave.”

The foals all squealed in unison. “Ta pawk!”

Hoity Toity smiled and asked with his eyes getting bigger. “Do tey gots swings?”

Cannon Feather shouted while bouncing in excitement. “Do tey gots a see saw?!”

Zecora asked in excitement. “How about a cwown tat makes bawoons?!”

The fashion mare sighed. “No, sorry, this park doesn’t have a playground. It does have a lot of grassy fields and trees, we can have a nice picnic, and you three can play hide and go seek, just be careful not to wander anywhere too dangerous.”

The foals all stopped bouncing and groaned, as Zecora mumbled. “Sownds wike a bowin pawk ta me.”

The group eventually reached their hotel and Rarity squealed in delight. “We’re here!” They all got out as the foals looked up at the huge hotel glaring down at them. Zecora whispered. “Hoity, di ya eva see a buwidin’ so big?”

Hoity and Cannon Feather giggled at each other then the the white coated colt turned his head. “Ya tink this is big? Ya gots to see Cantewot Pawace, is way bigga ten any of tese buiwdings.”

Hoity gave a nod. “Yeah, way bigga. I went thewew fow ta Gwand Gawopin Gawa a few times now, and I aways amazed at how big it is. Ya couwd pwobaby fit an entiwe city inside it!”

Hoity Toity and Zecora were both placed on Applejack’s back (Rarity taking up Cannon Feather), and Rarity turned to her friend with a smile. “Aren’t you excited, Applejack? It’s got to have been so long since you came to Manehatten. You did say you once lived here, right?”

Applejack looked up and shrugged. “Yeah, a long time ago. But I’m not a fan, really, hate all the noise and hustilin’ and bustlin’. I'm more a simple mare, a farm life for me.”

The mares then strode through the main lobby filled with lights, classical music flooded the place. The foals just stared at the big chandelier in the middle of the room, trying to reach it with their hooves. Rarity blushed and cooed. “Oh, look at them. I knew they would love it here. I never got to visit places like this as a foal, in fact I don’t ever recall leaving Ponyville for vacations until after Sweetie Belle was born.”

Applejack, rolled her eyes following her friend to the elevator. They went straight to the top floor, Applejack opening the door to their room which had a balcony overlooking the city. The foals squealed in delight upon seeing the big comfy beds! They immediately all jumped down and ran to the bed, clumsily climbing up the side before they started to bounce up and down on it. Rarity sighed. “Well, I guess we can just wait here until they’re tuckered out.”

Applejack shook her head. “Rarity, listen, I know you had plans but those plans aren’t really fun for a foal. Fancy dinin’, the park, a Bridleway show, it’s all grown up stuff. We need to find things our foals will like.”

Rarity turned to the foals, and seeing how much fun they were having just bouncing on a bed, she smiled in realization. “You're right I...I was only thinking of myself...I’m sorry, Applejack.”

Applejack cooed. “Hey, I had the same problems with Zecora at first. There were things I wanted to do that she didn’t like. Ya will have time to go to get some fancy food and watch a musical though, I can always watch the little ones for ya. I guarantee, no flushed foals.”

Rarity gave a nod and smiled. “I might just have to take you up on that offer, Applejack. But I was thinking, that train trip was very tiring, especially on the foals. So how about I just order room service, then get some sleep? We have a big day tomorrow, and I need to be fully rested and refreshed for it..”

Applejack nodded back. ”Okay then, I'll watch the foals, if that's okay with you?”

Rarity waved a hoof. “Alright, darling...I'll go down and order the room ser…” She blinked upon seeing Applejack bouncing on the bed too. “Wow, it actually is bouncy! I got to get one of these myself!” Rarity could only just stare.

Next morning, a tall stallion with shiny yellow eyes, a sandy coat, a light brown wavy mane and tail, a long pointed beard, wearing an expensive vest with red lining, and a silky little diaper printed on his flank, was looking out his window in the same luxury hotel. He turned to see a mare in a hooded cloaked ask him. “So, I guess you have the foal clothing empire in your hooves now?”

Silky Padding laughed. “Pretty much. Of course there’s a few other brands I have to deal with, but I control the entire market now. All thanks to you, regressing Hoity Toity removed the last big threat to my take over.”

The hooded mare just replied. “Yes, it seems things are going our way. But I came to make sure that you can never tell anypony about me, understand? If word of this leaks out, my reputation will be ruined.”

Silky turned and grumbled. “Alright. But I still don't understand why you had to send the satin pillow though, it makes me the prime suspect.”

The mare just laughed. “Please, only Twilight Sparkle thinks it's the pillow. And there’s no trace of magic on it, she’ll never trace it back to either of us.”

Silky twirled his mane from his face and replied. “Still, it seems I got the short end of the stick on this deal.”

The mare simply explained. “Why the heck do you think I'm here?! The reason you had to send it was so that no pony can know that I exist! Heck, your only contribution to my plans was telling me about the genie. I did all the leg work!”

Silky backed up with a sheepish smile. “A-alright, alright, I get it. But um… I still have one problem...I don’t have any foal models for my lines. I...I was hoping maybe you could procure some for me?”

Then they both jolted upon hearing a knock at the door. “Uh…Mr. Sandy Paddin’ was it? I got ya those extra towels you asked for earlier.”’

The mare turned to the door and cooed. “Watch and learn, ‘Sandy’.” She teleported as his eyes went wide open and Silky mumbled, “Uh...yeah, come in.”

A grey coated earth pony stallion came, dressed in a bellhop uniform, with wavy blue mane, and a stack of towels on his head. “Hey, how about I just put these in the bathroom for ya?”

Silky smiled. “That will be just grand,” He then watched as the bellhop went to the bathroom and put them on the line, humming to himself. Silky turned. “You are quite helpful, did a lot more for me then I expected.”

The bellhop simply replied. “Just doing my duty is all, hope it’s to your satisfaction,” He then slipped on a bar of soap and fell backwards towards the sink causing a vial to drop on his head. Silky Padding watched in awe as the bell hooper shrank before his eyes. By the end, Silky was just watching the grown stallion slowly turning into a chubby colt wrapped in his old uniform. The funny thing was he got up and rubbed his head, smiling. “Oh, sowwie fow twippin wike tat. I get cweanin’ wight away,” He went over to the soap and started to use his own clothes as a rag, then he looked at his uniform and babbled. “Wha?” He looked down at the soap and squeaked, “Un no! Wha happen?!” He looked down at his chubby hooves, then turned to the mirror in the bathroom, gasping. “Oh my, I a foaw?!”

Unbeknownst to the bellhop, the mare appeared again, throwing a diaper bag and a package of diapers on the ground. “There, happy now?” She whispered.

The stallion was stunned to see the foal putting on his bell hopper hat that tipped over his head. “Wooks I gonna need a new unifowm,” He mumbled, then started to pee and looked down, blushing in embarrassment. “Uh oh, wooks wike I’ww need diapees to go with it. I so sowwy, mistew.”

Silky groaned as the mare smirked, pushing some diapers and a diaper bag towards him. “You’re going to need this, and whatever you do, if you do anything that leads Twilight and her friends to me, you'll be wearing your fancy diapers too.” She warned.

Silky gulped, then turned. “Wait, what about a filly? I still need a fillly.”

The mare then lit up her horn while grumbling. “I'll find one tomorrow, okay?” And then she disappeared.

The stallion turned to the little colt waddling about and grabbed him. “Come on, little one, let’s get you diapered before you make any more messes.”

The colt giggled, kicking about as he babbled. “Otay, mistew. I sowie fow tuwning into a foaw in ya woom. Ya tink thewe’s a cuwe?”

The stallion sighed, helping to tape a white diaper around the colt’s rump. “I hope so, kiddo.”

Hoity woke the next morning to Rarity snuggling him, and he giggled as he got up wiggling his little diapered rump. He turned to see Cannon Feather rolling around on the ground and babbled. “Wha ya doin, Cannon?”

Canon Feather turned. “Oh, hey, just wowin awound.”

Hoity smirked crawling from the bed and sitting next to him. “Ya wike dinnew wast night?”

Cannon Feather gave a smile. “Yeah, ta pizza was gweat. Ya can’t beat Manehatten pizza.” Then they heard a clank, the foals turned to see Zecora humming to herself. She had a small bowl, and was pouring soda into the container that already held formula, making it bubble up. She looked up squeaking. “Oh hey you two…”

The colts both giggled and Cannon Feather asked. “Aw ya twyin to make potions?”

Zecora groaned. “Wew, I jus twyin ta make a betta tastin fowmuwa. Its gweat but it gets bowin sometimes.”

Hoity shrugged. “I guess so, bu Abbwejackie said ya can’t dwink sodaw.”

Cannon Feather nodded. “Yeah, my mommy says it gots too much sugaw and wowd make me even mowe hypwew.”

Zecora looked at the concoction and babbled. “Wew I gonna dwink it, and caw it my fiwst weal potion,” She took the bowl and sipped from it as the other two foals looked at her with wide eyes. She smacked her lips with a big smile on her face. “This is ta best tastin’ fowmuwa I eva had!”

Hoity took the bowl and took a sip and squealed. “Wow, it’s gweat! Cannon Feathaw, ya gots to twy tis!”

Hoity hoofed the bowl over carefully, and Cannon sipped some too. “It is! Is so yummy!” They passed it around, giggling and babbling about last night, when Applejack got up turning to the foals, and gasing at what she saw! “Zecora! What did I tell ya about makin’ potions?!”

Zecora squeaked. “Oh...uh... good mownin’, Mama. This isn’t a potion, is a new fwavowa of fowmuwa.”

Applejack growled, getting up and taking the bowl of formula, promptly throwing it out the window.

Rarity got up and looked down to see the mess the foals had made, and sighed. “Can’t even get a good night’s rest without having you three causing trouble,” She sighed and mumbled, getting up and heading to the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower. Applejack, can you be a dear and help the foals get ready?”

The farm mare nodded. “Alright, come on you three, let’s get ya changed and ready. No more nonsense,” She turned to the foals, took of their diapers (which were wet to varying degrees) and started to wipe them down as they all pouted.

Zecora whimpered. “I sowie fow makin’ ta fowmuwa. Am I gwounded?”

Applejack sighed. “No, you’re not grounded. Seeing that you’re goin’ to grown into the little potion maker, I think I’ll have ya have take lessons with Twilight. I’m sure she’ll set ya down the right path and keep ya from blowin’ yourself up.”

Hoity blushed and covered his face. “Yeah, we sowie too, we shouwdn’ have dwank soda.”

Cannon Feather also gave a sheepish smile. “Yeah, we sowie. Is just, Zecowa wowked hawd at it.”

“I'm not angry, it’s just that I don't think mixing pop with formula can lead to anythin’ good.” Applejack explained, and strapped the three into diapers. Hoity and Zecora giggled, as Cannon Feather blushed. “Uh, Appwejack, I gots to be in puwwups. My mommy said so, I pwomised hew I’d twy to use the potty mowe often fwom now on.”

Applejack blushed, realizing her mistake. ”Sorry about that, champ. I’ll get ya out of that and into a pull-up in a jiff.”

A few hours later, Rarity was in a cab with Hoity Toity clad in a cute blue onesie, Zecora in a pink onesie, and Cannon Feather wearing his plastic armor. Applejack was digging through her diaper bag grumbling. “Gosh darn it.”

Zecora looked over and asked. ”Wha is it, Mommy?”

“I can’t find anythin’ for that stuffed bear of Hoity’s.” Applejack grumbled.

The foals giggled as Zecora hugged her mom. “It’s otay, Hoity’s aweady busy pwayin’ with Mw. Bowtie.”

Applejack sighed in relief, and snuggled Zecora. “Ya havin’ any fun?”

The little zebra looked up. “A wittwe, I miss ta fawm tough,” She confessed. “I miss ta wowstew cwoowing tis mownin’.”

Applejack laughed and ruffled Zecora’s mane. “Yeah, I know how ya feel.”

They eventually came to the studio and were taken inside. They turned to see the receptionist looking up. “Oh, I guess you're all here for the Foal Fall Fashion Show. Just head down the corner and a make turn to your right.”

Following the directions, they went inside to see Prim Headline turning towards them. “Oh, thank goodness you're here. You ready to do some dress rehearsals before the show?”

Rarity smiled and cooed. “Oh of course, that’s why we're here.”

The foals groaned as Prim Headline looked at them. “Okay, darlings, you ready to look cute?” They all nodded as she led them to the back. “Alright then, darlings, come on. After you strut your stuff, I'll take you all out to dinner, what do you say?”

They all squealed as Hoity shouted. “Sounds awesome!” Applejack went off with them and Rarity sighed, thinking to herself. “I hope that things go well today. Better keep an eye on Cannon Feather, who knows what formula and soda is going to do to his bladder, to say nothing of how it’ll effect Hoity and Zecora.”

Chapter 7: The Foal Show

Next morning the bellhop looked over to see the room he was now in was huge. Looking around he saw a purple coated filly in a thick white diaper (that was slightly tinted yellow) sleeping soundly next to him. The colt gasped at her whispering. “Wow, thewe’s anothew foaw hewe?” He waddled over and nudged her, until she grumbled, waving her hooves in the air. “Hmmm, candy.”

The colt giggled and cooed, “Ya gots to wake up if ya wun candy.” The filly gasped! “Candy!” She got up, looking around the room and seeing the colt laughing at her. She pouted and crossed her hooves. “Mot funny, ya wied to me, meany head!” The filly gasped at her extremely squeaky voice. “My voice!” She shrieked, looking at the diaper. “A diapee!” She then saw her pudgy hooves and shouted “I...I…”

Bell Hopper poked her diaper and cooed. “Yep, it wooks wike ya a foaw. Ta yellow diapee pwoves it. Is otay, I a foaw too”

The filly scowled. “Stop teasin’ me and tew me what’s goin’ on! Why I a foaw?!”

Bell Hopper shrugged and pointed to the bathroom. “I dun know. Aw I know is tat I gots tuwned into a foaw in ta bathwoom somehow.”

The filly pouted, crossing her chubby forelegs. “So, ya dun even know whas goin on, ten how can I get back to nowmaw?! I gonna wose my job!”

Bell Hopper took out a hoof and babbled. “I sowwy, bu fow how about we get to know each othew? My name is Beww Hoppew.”

The filly blushed, taking a hoof and shaking the colt’s. “My name is Penciw Pushew,” The filly then turned to see a large, sandy coated stallion getting into a suit. She then babbled “Wha is he doin’ hewe? Is he ta one tat tuwn us into foaws?”

The colt shook his head. “Pwobabwy not, he cawin fow me. He said we gonna be his foaw modews. Tink he said his name’s Sandy Padding, bu he’s going as Siwky Padding fow the competition.”

The stallion looked over at the two foals and gave them a smile. “Well it’s good to see you two are finally up. We have a big day ahead of us.”

The filly shouted loudly. “Wha hawppened ta me?!”

The stallion snickered. “That’s no way to talk to your elder, missy! You two are my foal models and will be working on helping me win the foal fashion competition.”

Pencil Pusher shouted back. “Nah uh! No way! I not gonna show off bein a foaw! Tuwn us back ta nowmaw, now, ow I gonna tew Wawity bout ya’, and she fwiends with Pwincess Cewestia! Ten ya wiw be in big twobwe!”

The stallion only shook his head. “Trust me, I just found you and diapered you, the least you can do is repay my kindness. In fact, I'll make a deal with you. You help me win the fashion show, and I'll help you two get back to normal. Deal?”

They both sighed as Bell Hopper nodded. “I say is otay, not wike we gots a wot of othew options wight now.”

The little filly pouted, crossing her chubby forelegs. “Fine, deaw, but I howdin ya to ya pwomice. So dun go back on it!”

The sandy coated stallion smirked. “Excellent, now let's get you two ready!” He then came over and nuzzled them. “We can’t have soggy rumps during the fashion show, can we? The rash alone would ruin everything.”

The former receptionist blushed, only now realizing how soaked she was. “No, I guess not. Bu I gots a question, why ya hewpin us if ya not ta one who tuwned us into foaws?”

As the stallion started untaping the soggy diaper, he cooed. “Believe it or not, I love foals, but I’ve never been able to have the time or resources to have my own. Seeing as you two aren’t turning back to normal anytime soon, I figured it wouldn’t hurt if I ‘borrowed’ you and kept you little ones out of trouble. Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you two turn back into big ponies, I’d rather not have to start changing diapers all the time,” He then popped pacifiers in both of their mouths as he finished. “Now settle down and let me finish the change. And please try to keep the new diapers clean for as long as possible, they’re not like the usual store brands.” The two reluctantly settled down, and let Silky Padding continue changing their diapers.

Near the stage for the show, Hoity Toity was getting ready, carefully setting his mane to the best of his ability, as Rarity came in, smiling at him. He turned with a big smile on his face. “Hi, Wawity, weady fow ta fashion show?

Rarity smiled, Hoity looked so adorable trying to act like a big pony. “Oh yes, darling. I just can’t wait to see you shine out there.”

Hoity beamed a smile at her. “Yeah, I can’t wait! And neithew can Cannon Feathew!” The little royal guard bounced excitedly, as Rarity came over and hugged him. “Hey, cutie, how are you doing?”

Cannon Feather snuggled her. “I weady to go on and show off my stuff! I just wish Mommy Wuna wewe hewe to see this.”

Rarity giggled, ruffling Cannon Feather’s mane. “I’m sure she’ll be glad to hear all about in your dreams tonight.” They then turned to a sandy coated stallion approaching, with two foals following behind. He smiled, looking down at Hoity Toity. “Oh, Hoity, it's so good to see you. Even if you are entering as a model instead of a contestant.”

Hoity turned with a glare. “Silky Paddin’, should've know ya was hewe.”

“Silky” smirked. “Well, Hoity, it's surprising to see you so small. Hope you don't mind showing off your own styles. I see you’re currently still un-potty trained, how unfortunate.”

Hoity didn’t hesitate to show off his cute blue onesie with a teddy bear on it. “Oh pwease, ya goin to wose! We gots ta best foaw cwothes in Eqwestwia, tanks to Miss. Wawity!

The stallion only snickered. “We’ll just have to see on the catwalk, won’t we?” He then strode off as Hoity crossed his chubby hooves. “We gots to beat him. We just gots to!”

Rarity looked down at her charge and ruffled his mane. “We will, sweetie, I promise. Now come on, you need to get ready for the show, assuming you don’t have to go potty.”

“Nah, I good. I made a pee-pee in ta potty this mowning, wembew?” Hoity boasted.

“Of course, but that was only after you made a huge stinky the night before,” Rarity remarked, fanning a hoof. “Sweet Celestia, I didn’t imagine Zecora’s mixture of formula and soda would be so potent! I’m just glad that’s the worst it did to you.”

Hoity blushed and waddled off with Rarity to the changing rooms. There they found Zecora bouncing in excitement, as Applejack tried to comb her mane. “Calm down, Zecora, and hold still. I'm tryin’ to get these here tangles out.”

Zecora was wiggling all about. “I can't settle down! I just too excited fow ta foaw fashion show!”

Applejack nuzzled her and cooed. “Well, try to keep it under control. I don’t need you bouncin’ off the walls like you were doin’ yesterday. Remember, I'm goin’ to be in the crowd, cheering you on,” She then put a pacifier around the zebra’s neck. “If you gert nervous, just suckle on that. It should help calm you down. Always worked for Apple Bloom.”

Zecora nodded and hugged Applejack one more time, letting the farm mare pat the little Zebra’s diaper for a quick inspection.

Rarity cooed lightly at the scene, before she spoke up. ”Uh, Applejack, we need to get going. The show’s about to start.”

The farm mare placed Zecora on the ground and let the little foal waddle over to Hoity. Cannon Feather then waddled in, dressed in his plastic armor and his pull up poofing in the back. He hugged both of his friends. “Good wuck at the fashion show ya two.”

The two hugged Cannon Feather back as Zecora bopped his nose. “Dun fowget to ask Abbwejackie if ya gots to go potty, even though persowanny I tink it makes fow a bettew caudwon.”

Cannon Feather blushed and whispered. “I wun, and dun tink about twying to use my potty fow ya potions.” Applejack then led Cannon Feather out of the dressing room as Rarity led the other two foals to the catwalk. They could hear happy, bouncing music echoing across the stage, as they heard a female announcer shout. “Hello fillies and gentlecolts, and welcome to the Manehattan Fall Foal Fashion Show! First up, we have Silky Padding with his brand new colt model!”

Rarity, Hoity, and Zecora turned to see Silky Padding out on stage. The stallion stared out among the crowd of fancy mares with foals in their laps as he shouted to them. “Hello everypony! I’m sure all you moms are excited to see our new line of clothes we have this year. I promise you won’t be disappointed, you’re about to see the next evolution in foal attire.”

He then moved out of the way, as a cute coated pink earth pony mare with light blue eyes, and a smooth white mane and tail came out smiling. “Well then, let’s give a round of applause and a warm welcome to his little models.”

The curtains opened up, revealing a little blue coated, earth pony colt, in cute, sparkling white padding. He blushed and waved a hoof. “Uh... hewwo, my name is Beww Hoppew. ”The crowd dawwed as he waddled onto the stage, and the announcer continued. “Introducing the colt diapers. See how they sparkle and shine, making your foal look super bright.”

Hoity gasped upon seeing the diaper! “Tat’s my owd diapee desgin, he stowe it!” He shouted accusingly, but the music on stage prevented him from being heard to anyone in the audience.

“Really Hoity?” Rarity asked with concern. “Are you sure it doesn’t just bear a resembelence?”

Hoity shook his head and babbled. “He ta one who stowe my stuff! That settwes it, he must be ta one who awso tuwned me into a foaw!”

“Don’t worry about that, we’ll talk to him later and see if we can get some answers,” Rarity encouraged. “For now, let's just focus on winning.”

The little colt seemed so happy to be showing off his new diaper to the crowd. He barely noticed that his diaper started yellowing and leaked a little on stage. But he eventually felt it, and the colt gasped. “Uh oh!” The crowd started laughing as the colt blushed. Silky groaned. “No, the leak guards didn’t hold! I thought for sure they could hold more than that!”

The announcer tried not to laugh. “Looks like our little model had an accident. Seems the colt diaper line needs some work.”

The colt blushed as he scrunched his padding. “Woops, guess I dwank to much fowmuwa tis mowning.” He quickly waddled off as a janitor mopped up the stage.

Hoity burst into laughter. “He stowe my idea but he fowgot to add mow paddin’ in ta diapee to pwevent weaks! We gonna win fow suwe!”

Once the stage had been cleaned up, a little purple coated, earth pony filly came out of the curtain, twirling about im a flashy pink diaper and squealing happy. “Yay! I finawwy gets a chance to go on a fashion show! My dweam has come twue!”

“Now, see Silky Padding’s new line of filly diapers!” The announcer declared. “They shine and gleam just like the colt diapers.”

The filly happily bounced about, waving her cute, shiny padding in the air as Hoity eyed her. “Wait, that fiwwy wooks famiwiaw.”

Rarity nodded and whispered. “She looks a lot like the receptionist. I don’t recall the hotel we were staying at having a daycare, and I doubt she’d be working there if she had a foal of her own to take care of.”

The filly giggled, showing her rump to the cameras (even as she peed in her padding). Then she bounced back through the curtains with her diaper squishing. Then, after a few minutes, both foals came out together in onesies. The filly was in clad a cute, dark purple one with little flowers on it, while Bell Hopper had one that was crimson and gold in color with Fall leaves on his. As the two waddled out with their diapers crinkling together, the announcer shouted. “These are two onesies from Silky Padding’s new foal line! Spring and Fall" All the while, the foals showed off their cute onesies to the cameras with their diapers cutely poking through the leg holes.

Hoity only pouted. “My best onesies, ta Spwing and Faww.”

The foals then waddled back back through the curtains, and came out in cute new outfits. Bell Hopper wore a cute foal’s tuxedo, as the filly wore a pretty purple frilly dress.

The announcer continued. “Now, Silky Padding will show us his latest designs in fancy foal wear. As you can see, the tuxedo makes it perfect for any formal party, as does the dress. Both pieces of cute clothing were made from his high valued silk. Now you can take your little ones to all your important social gatherings.” Both foals showed off, waving their tushes in the air as the crowed dawwed.

Even Rarity cooed. “They do look pretty cute, darling, even if they're working for Silky. They are just foals after all, though I wonder how he got them to be his models? I can’t imagine any ordinary foal agreeing to wear something so stuffy.”

Hoity eyed the two foals, whispering to Rarity. “Wait, Bewwhoppew, I tink I wememba him! He wowks at ta hotwew, how did he tuwn into a foaw?”

Rarity gasped, turning to the foals dancing on stage. Now that she thought about it, those foals looked almost exactly like the adults that had been seen at the hotel. “You might be right, darling! Both of those ponies have been regressed into foals!”

The two foals, meanwhile went back through the curtains once again. The announcer cooed as they came back, dressed in sparkling pull-ups. The filly’s was a cute frilly pink, and the colt’s was a sparkling white. The announcer cooed. “Oh, look at the new, adorable pull-ups. Very cute, and just the thing for those little ones in toilet transitioning. I just hope they hold up better than the diapers.”

As the two waddled out onto the stage, Bell Hopper gulped feeling his bladder letting it out again. He blushing feeling his urine leak through, and the crowd seemed to burst into laughter. “Aww, another accident?” The announcer commented. “This foal must be quite the heavy wetter.”

Silky Padding could only stand there, gaping in horror, and Hoity smirked. “Ya forgets aww about adding mowe paddin, siwwy."

Bell Hopper quickly waddled away, as the filly turned to see that her padding had held despite her wetting it too. She then quickly followed the colt who was sniffling.

As the janitor came out to mop up the mess. The announcer declared. “Now we will see Silky Padding’s adorable new foal costumes for Nightmare Night.”

The two foals blushed, waddling out together in their costumes. The colt wore a pirate costume with a vest, a hat, a fake parrot on his shoulder, and an eye patch. The filly wore a poofy princess outfit with a pink dress and a sparkling cone hat. They both waddled together to the front of the stage as the photographers snapped pictures, cheering them on.

The filly snuggled the colt (who was still tearing up) and whispered. “Hey, it's otay. Is not ya fawt ta paddin’ weaked, whoevew that stawwion is, he obviouswy didn’t test tem befowe he put tem on us.”

Bell Hopper nodded and blushed. “Yeah, I know. Is just, I used to cwean messies, not make tem.”

Pencil Pusher giggled. “Come on, have some fun! You look supew cute as a piwate.”

The colt hugged the filly, then he started bouncing on his diaper, making it crinkle loudly enough for everypony to hear. They all cheered, and the little filly went along with Bell Hopper, bouncing in her diaper with him. The mares all dawwed, and Hoity blushed on seeing the cute show. He had to admit, the foal models were adorable.

The two foals waddled back through the curtains for the final time, with applause following them.

“Wasn’t that just the most adorable thing you ever seen?!” The announcer commented. “And now, we have Rarity and Prim Hemline’s brand new foal line!”

Hoity gasped. “Is owa tuwn!” He bounced off and ran as fast as his chubby legs could carry him to Prim Headline, with Zecora gulping, her diaper already soaking up her pee. Hoity whispered. “Ya gots stage fwight, Zecowa?”

Zecora blushed, turning to her new friend and whispering. “A wittwe bit, I nevew done anyting wike tis befowe.”

Hoity hugged Zecora close. “Don’t wowie, tey aw moms with theiw own foaws tat awe just as cute as you.”

They then heard the announcer. “Now, put your hooves together for Zecora and Hoity Toity!” The two foals waddled off onto the stage shaking their little padded rumps as much as possible, getting the mares to daww more. The foals squealed and bounced right up to the cameras flashing at them. Hoity blushed, feeling urine flood his diaper. He blushed, trying to scrunch his soggy diaper and hide it from the crowd (he was glad it didn’t leak). Zecora laughed nudging his diaper. “How about ya go and show off ya soggy diapee to ta wowd? If ya gonna be a foaw, make the most of it.”

Hoity turned to the baby zebra with a smile. “Awight, I gonna go and do it. Hewe goes noting!” He got up and started to dance around, making the crowd giggle at him. All the while, the announcer shouted out. “As you can clearly see, these are Rarity and Prim’s new diapers! Looks like they hold up far better than Silky’s.” The foals scampered off with smiles on their faces, certain they’d gained an early lead since their diapers hadn’t leaked.

Rarity then helped dress the two into their cute onesies (after quickly changing them of course) and sent them back onto the stage. The announcer continued. “Now we shall see the adorable onesies, created by Rarity!”

The two foals went out together, making sure to waddle more. Hoity looked down to see his padding poofing through the leg holes, and he cooed. “Wooks wike tey give us a wittwe wiggwe woom.”

Zecora bounced around in hers. “Yeah, tey supa comfy and give us so much woom to jump awound.”

The announcer laughed. “Well, our little foals have done well showing us how much they love their onesies.”

The two giggled, hopping back in through the curtains, as the two were dressed into their next outfits. The announcer proclaimed. “Now we shall see the cute suit and dress that Rarity has designed for little ones.”

Hoity and Zecora skipped out in their cute clothes making all the mares daww. Hoity, as he skipped, slipped and fell on his new padding, sending a cloud of foal powder into the air, all the while he blushed (while his padding stuck out for all to see). The crowd giggled, as Zecora jumped besides her friend and huuged him amidst a cloud of foal powder escaping from her own diaper.

The crowd clapped and cheered as the announcer shouted. “Wow, what a display! Not just the outfits but also the foals!”

The two got up and bowed and quickly waddled backstage, where Rarity hugged them close, and then quickly started taking off their fancy foal clothes. “You two are doing so well, keep it up! I know we can win this!” She then quickly put the pull-ups on the foals. Zecora blushed, poking her pull-up, it definitely felt different compared to her diapers. Rarity smiled at the foals in encouragement. “I hope you two don't mind testing them for me.”

Hoity giggled, he’d intentionally been trying to hold on until now. “Not weawwy,” He said with a wink. “I tink we can do it!”

Zecora nodded, now super excited, as she bounced about excitedly! “Yeah! We gonna make ya pwoud, Wawity!” She then bounced onto the stage as Hoity scampered after her. “Wait for me!”

The announcer turned to see the foals on the stage, and she exclaimed. “And now, here are the newest pull-up designs from Rarity! And it looks like they’re going to show us just how well they hold up!”

Both foals giggled, walking out as the crowds cheered. And then they started peeing in their pull-ups as the crowd gasped, seeing the pull-ups absorb their urine with only the pictures on the front fading. The announcer applauded. “Bravo! Clearly these pull ups offer better protection!”

Hoity turned to see Silky Padding glaring at him, and smirked. “You see, Silky, it's not just about fashion. You forgot to make your products productive as well.” He then waddled backstage with Zecora, and after a change they were dressed into diapers and their Nightmare Night costumes, as Rarity asked. “You two ready for the finale?”

They both nod and chirped together. “Yeah! We weady!” They then bounced out onto the stage, as Hoity was in his cute wizard’s costume, while Zecora was twirling in her adorable fairy costume. The crowd melted at the sight, and the announcer cooed. “Oh what an adorable finale to the Manehattan Fall Foal Fashion show. Just lovely.”

Even Bell Hopper and Pencil Pusher both gazed in awe, as Bell Hopper commented. “Hey, Sandy, I gots ta say, I tink we wost."

Silky just grumbled (though not too loudly). “It's not fair! How did Rarity make all those outfits in such a short amount of time?! I already had Hoity’s designs, victory should’ve been mine!”

Bell Hopper shrugged. “Beats me, but awe ya stiw gonna hewp us get back to nowmaw even if ya wost? I kind of needs to get back to my job.”

Silky growled, seeing Hoity and Zecora taking a bow. “I...I can’t stay here! Ugh! How did I lose to some upstart, wannabe fashion star from Ponyville?!”

The stallion quickly ran off as Pencil Pusher scowled at him and shouted. “Hey! Whew awe ya goin?! Ya suppose to hewp us tuwn back to nowmaw!”

Unaware of Silky’s departure, the announcer proclaimed. “Well, I think it's clear that Prim and Rarity's line of foal clothes has won the competition, congratulations!”

The crowd cheered, as Zecora hugged Hoity, and Rarity came up, hugging the two foals together and squealing. “We did it! I’m so proud of you!”

Hoity blushed, looking up at Rarity as he whispered. “Bu we didn’ do anythin. We just acted cute.”

But Rarity snuggled Hoity close. “Whatever are you talking about, darling? You and Zecora were wonderful models. We wouldn’t have won without you two showing off the cute clothes.”

Hoity nodded and nuzzled Rarity back as he thought. “It’s funny, I don't think I’ve ever felt so happy, not even when I finally got potty trained and my mom threw a party. Maybe...maybe it won't be so bad being a foal for just a bit longer.”

Chapter 9: The Genie!

The next morning Sandy Padding was snuggled up and sleeping soundly, before he started whimpering. “Mama, Mama, hungwy.”

Applejack turned and cooed. “Aww, how are you?” The little foal (he wasn’t old enough to be understood by grown ponies) whimpered as Applejack scooped him into her hooves. He just instantly nuzzled her underbelly and the farm mare smirked. “Oh I think I know what you want,” She scooped him into her hooves, took out a bottle of formula, and plopped it into his mouth. He suckled gently as Applejack cooed. “There there, it’s alright,” He suckled for some time, turning to see the rest of the foals all sleeping soundly around Rarity. He a waved a hoof to them as Applejack explained. “Those are your friends. There’s Hoity Toity, Cannon Feather, Zecora, Pencil Pusher, and Bell Hopper.”

The foal’s eyes went wide as he thought. “All of these ponies turned into foals? It must be that hooded mare, it has to be!” He turned to Applejack, still suckling his bottle as she dawwed. “Oh, it’s okay don’t hurt yourself. I don’t think you’re older than a few months old,” He whimpered, still kicking about in her grasp. He then continued to suckle the formula until it was all gone. A clammy smell filled the air and Applejack giggled. “You probably didn’t even know you just made a mess in your diaper,” He just burped and spat it up. The farm pony eeped. “Oh dear, better clean that up!” She quickly wiped his mouth, and laid him down and started changing his diaper.

Sandy turned to see all the supplies Applejack had gotten for him, newborn sized diapers, formula for newborns, even some onesies and a pair of hoofie pajamas for him. “I can’t believe she would get all that, just for me. I owe this mare everything!”

Applejack blushed, she could guess what Sandy was thinking. “Yeah, I had to get stuff for newborns, I knew I couldn’t just leave you. Luckily, a mare downstairs has a newborn foal too. She was glad to lend me some supplies for the time bein,” She finished the change, strapping him into a new diaper. He giggled, kicking about in his fresh padding. The mare tickled him. “Aww, you’re just adorable.”

Sandy squealed, giggling and wiggling about. Just then, Zecora came over to the bed and peered over at the newborn foal and whispered. “mama, can I talk to him now?”

Applejack chuckled looking over to see her curious daughter. “Yeah, sure, come down here, Zecora.”

Zecora crawled down from the be, plopped onto her padded rump, and waddled over to the foal and asked in foal babble. “Hey, Sandy Paddin’, how ya doin’?”

Sandy babbled back. “I doin’ otay, I just twyin’ to weawn how to be a foaw. Is wiewd”

Zecora giggled. “Wooks wike ya doin’ otay, ya even did a poopy in ya diapee. But we gots to know what's going on? Why is evewypony tuwnin’ into foaws?”

Sandy Padding whimpered, scrunching his padding with a hoof. “I sowie, bu this mawe in bwack showed up one day and asked if I wanted to take ova ta foaw mawket in fashion. I dun know much, but she was interested in a genie.”

Zecora gasped. “A genie?!”

Sandy nodded. “Yeah, a genie. Ya see, I gots a book about genies fwom my mommy a whiwe back, but I didn’ know how to find ta genie. Ten ta mawe in bwack asked about it and I wet hew find ta genie. Ten I got thwee wishes, my fiwst wish was I wanted to be supa wich, ten I wished I was famous, but I didn’ know what ewse to wish fow. But then the mawe in a bwack cwoak made a deaw with Hoity’s mommy and she wanted a speical wish.”

Zecora bounced in excitement and asked. “What was ta wish?! Wh did Hoity’s mommy wish fow with the mawe?!”

But Sandy continued. “I dun know, she made the wish in secwet with Hoity’s mommy. She makes foaw cwothes on a mass scawe and she didn’t wan’ Hoity Toity to take ta foaw mawket. Tat cwazy cwoaked mawe tuwned me into a foaw becawse I faiwed to stop tat.”

“So did she twansform Hoity, and have someting to do with the wegession of me and the woyaw guawds?” Zecora asked.

Sandy shrugged and confessed. “I dun know, but she gottin’ good at wegwessin’ ponies with hew cwazy powew. Tat’s whewe my two modews came fwom.”

Zecora babbled. “When did she ask you about the genie though? And is she stiw in Manehattan?”

“I dun know if she was stiww in Manehattan.” Sandy confessed.

While this babble was going back and forth, Applejack was just looking on in awe at the foals. “Wow, that conversation lasted for some time.” She thought, then she bent down and asked Zecora. “So...what did you learn, Zecora?”

The little zebra looked up at her mom. “I tink ya showd wisten, we might have a foaw apocawypse coming.”

All the foals (as well as Rarity and Applejack) listened to what Zecora said with their mouths agape. Rarity whispered. “Oh my. It seems there’s more to this foal fashion show then I thought.”

Hoity nodded. “Yeah, and I tink my mama is invovewd fow suwe. She wives hewe in Manehattan, we gots to go see hew and find out if she knows mowe about this mawe!”

Applejack turned to Hoity with a questionable look and asked. “But how we gonna do that? From what I saw of your mom, she’s rude and mean...no offense.”

Hoity giggled. “None taken, she was kind of stwuct. Bu we gots to find hew, she has to be the one who knows this mysteiows mawe.”

Rarity sighed and whispered. “Hoity...I don’t know if this is a good idea. Your mother apparently didn’t want you to win the show. She’s bound to be furious now that you have.”

But Hoity giggled and explained. “Is otay, Wawity, I can handwe my mama. Jus keep an eye on Sandy and make suwe he behaves.”

“Don’t ya worry,” Applejack spoke up. “I’ll be keepin’ a good eye on little Sandy Paddin’ here. I’ll make sure he doesn’t get into trouble or tries to slip away.”

Cannon Feather came over and hugged Hoity tightly. “Ya be safe, I not gonna be theww to pwotect ya.”

Hoity hugged his best friend back as Rarity cooed. “I’ll go with you, darling. Your mother wouldn’t dare lay a hoof on you while I’m around.” She then placed Hoity onto her back and ran off to find the stroller.

A short time later, Rarity was now pushing Hoity in his stroller down the street, with him scrunching his diaper. Looking at the ground, he gulped as he whispered. “Wawity...if what Sandy said is twue and I gonna be a foaw fow awhiwe...is..is it otay tat ya wiww be my new mommy?”

Rarity paused, her heart pounding in her chest as she bent down and hugged him. “Oh darling, of course. I know it’s been a trial for both of us, but taking care of you has been a lot of fun and was very interesting, even if some parts I could live without. I’ve very much enjoyed our time together. I can see what Applejack and Princess Luna are talking about when they say having a foal changes you.”

Hoity nodded and nuzzled Rarity as he babbled. “Tanks, Wawity, I wove ya so much!”

Rarity kissed him on the forehead and cooed. “Okay, Hoity. Now that we’ve got that cleared up, are you ready to confront your old mother?” He nodded one more time, and Rarity sighed as she approached Sassy’s house, and knocked on the door. They waited until Sassy Fancy opened it and smiled on seeing Rarity with Hoity Toity. She cooed. “Hello you two, welcome! Please, do come in, how I’ve longed to see you both again!” They entered the house with the mare smiling at them. “It's so nice to see you, especially now that you’ve just become the biggest foal fashion stars in Equestria!”

Rarity waved a hoof. “Oh, it was nothing, darling,” Then she cleared her throat. “But actually, we came to talk business, seeing as now you own most of Hoity’s.”

Sassy nodded. “Right, well I don't mind you having the foal clothing departments.”

But Hoity blurted out. “We hewe to tawk about Sandy Padding, becawse we tawked to him and he said ya knows who tuwned me into a foaw.”

Sassy gasped! “What?! You think I wanted to help turn you into a foal?!”

Hoity nodded and babbled. “Wew, maybe you didn’ want me to be a foaw. But ya did want my business. Which ya got anyways.”

“So, what are you going to do about it?” Sassy smirked. “You’re just a foal, who would believe you?”

But Rarity laughed and corrected. “Well, we can get Princess Celestia involved, and have her take you into custody for conspiring to take your own son’s business away.”

Sassy laughed at the threat and shouted. “Oh please! Princess Celestia can’t stop it, the genie’s power is irreversible!”

Hoity waddled over to his mom, and put his hooves on his hips in frustration. “So, ya tink is over?”

Sassy nodded and continued to smirk. “Oh yes it is. You don't have any proof I did anything, except for the word of a newborn.”

“We will find the proof, just you wait!” Rarity vowed. “You’re not bringing about a foal apocalypse on our watch!”

Hoity crossed his hooves and babbled. “Yeah, we gonna find ya pwoof and gonna make suwe ya neva tuwn anothew poow pony into a foaw again! I can’t beiweve ya’d do tis to me!”

“Good luck doing that!” Sassy snarled.

Hoity shouted back. “We gonna do it! And we gonna be ta ones who tuwn aw ta ponies ya twued into foaws, back to nowmaw!”

“Yeah, right.” Sassy remarked in a dismissive tone, rolling her eyes.

“Oh we will, just watch!” Rarity vowed. Then, changing the subject she asked. “Now, where is this genie you spoke of earlier?”

Hoity shouted and demanded. “Yeah, ya gonna show us whewe ta genie is wight now!”

Sassy laughed. “Make me!”

Rarity turned, a magical voice recorder was displayed in her hoof. “A little something Twilight told me how to use, just in case we were to catch the perpetrator of the foal pandemic,” The recorder disappeared when she lit up her horn. “So, how about you show us the genie, and I won’t have Twilight give the device to Princess Celestia?”

Hoity giggled, as he watched his old mother scowl in defeat. “Fine, I guess I don't have a choice.” She then waved a hoof and the two followed her to the back of the house, where she opened the door, revealing a blue, wavering spirit.

The creature was dragon like and floating in the blue mist as it crossed its claws over his chest. “What in Equestria are these two doing here?” It demanded.

Rarity, plucking up courage, explained. “We are here, because we heard you have been turning ponies into foals. Now change them back!”

But the genie only scoffed. “I'm not the one responsible, you must’ve heard it all wrong! That mare with the equal sign for a cutie mark is the one who’s been turning ponies into foals.”

Hoity gasped. “Wait, ya sayin my mommy isn't ta one doing tis?!”

The genie shook his head. “Sorry, little one, but your mom.is innocent. In fact she just kept me here and I gave her three wishes already. I’ve been waiting for the mare with the equal sign, she only made one wish.”

“Really, and what's that?” Rarity inquired, hoping for an answer.

The genie only laughed, “Sorry, I’m afraid it's against the rules to tell other ponies what the past masters wished for. Just as I’m not allowed to grant certain types of wishes, and that includes wishing for more wishes.”

Houty laughed. “Wew, ya gonna tew us anyway, because we gots to know whewe the pony is.”

But the genie shrugged. “Sorry. I may be a genie, but there are rules I can’t break. It’s how we genies work you know.”

Rarity eyed the genie as she asked. “Well, can we have wishes?”

The genie nodded, but quickly explained. “Of course, but I can't reverse wishes that have already been made.”

“What?! Seriously?!” Rarity exclaimed!

The genie blushed and threw his claws into the air. “Sorry, that's against the rules too. Unless the pony that makes the wish says they want to reverse the wish as well, and I don’t see that mare here, unless you mean to tell me you are the one with the equal sign.”

“Well… I’m not.” Rarity sighed in defeat, so much for undoing the foal pandemic.

Hoity, meanwhile, babbled to the genie. “So, wait...you know who wished fow me to tuwn into a foaw?”

The genie smirked. “Well, I can tell you that it wasn’t your mom. She just wished for more bits and other boring stuff.”

Hoity then shouted! “We gots to find tis mystwey mawe, and have hew wevwse ta wishes!”

Rarity nodded. “Precisely! And I think we're going to need Twilight’s help for this mystery. Come on, Hoity! Let’s get back to the hotel and plan our next move!”

As Rarity and Hoity took off, the genie shouted. “Wait, do you know if Discord is around?! If you see him, tell him I said hi!”
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When Rarity and Hoity Toity got back to their hotel room they found that the foals were running all over the place, with Applejack trying to get them under control (there was no sign of Prim Headline). “Stop that! No, put that down! Pencil Pusher, you stop it right now!” She shouted.

Pencil Pusher and Bell Hopper both turned to Applejack, and sat down with a plop of their diapers. They giggled as Pencil Pusher asked. “Why, we havin’ so much fun pwaying supewheowes! We gonna fight Supew Toiwet!”

Applejack put her hooves on her hips. “I told ya two to stop this right now! Nopony’s fightin’ anythin, and you’re certainly not goin’ near the bathroom! I’m not about to have flushed foals to deal with!”

They both paused as Rarity came over and sighed. “Hey, Applejack, sorry for leaving you alone with a bunch of foals.”

The farm mare threw up a hoof and scratched her back. “It's alright, they weren't too bad up until just now. In fact, Sandy Paddin’ here’s been well behaved all this time," Just then, Sandy started bawling and Applejack came over to pick him up. “Oh, calm down, sugarcube. It's alright, Mommy’s got you.”

Rarity dawwed. “Aww, Applejack, that’s so sweet. I hope Zecora’s not jealous.”

But Hoity coughed. “Wawity, we gots to tew hew wha we found out.”

Rarity sighed. “Right, Hoity,” And she cleared her throat and explained. “Darling, we have some news about what turned these ponies into foals.”

Applejack turned with a smile. “You did?! That’s wonderful! So, was Sandy tellin’ the truth?”

Hoity nodded. “Yep, ta genie is weaw, and he actuawy gwant wishes!”

Applejack eyes went wide. “Well, I’ll be darned! So is he the one turnin’ ponies into foals?”

Rarity shook her head. “No, some other mare has. Why, I don’t know.”

“Well, why can't this genie just turn the foals back to adults?” Applejack demanded.

“He said someting about bweakin wues,” Hoity explained. “I didn't ink genies had ta fowwow wuws, at weast not in ta stowies my mommy used ta teww me.”

Applejack laughed. “Genies followin’ rules? Now that’s somethin’.”

Rarity laughed. “Yes, even I found it hilarious. But it seems we have to somehow convince the mare who wished for these ponies to turn into foals, to use her remaining wishes to change them back into adults.”

Applejack sighed. “Alright. Well, I think it's about time we get Twilight or Princess Celestia involved right…” She paused, as she turned to see Zecora grabbing a bottle of formula and dumping it into a random bowl. She shouted. “Zecora! What did I say about that?!”

“Sowwy, Mommy, just twyin’ to bwew a stwength potion, Supew Toiwet is too stwong to defeat othewise. And if ya faww into him, ya a gonnew.” Zecora explained.

Applejack sighed, taking the bowl (and the remnants of the formula) away, and she continued. “As I was sayin’, we need to get them involved NOW, so we can have that mare convince that genie to reverse his curse.”

Rarity nodded and replied. “Yes, that seems the best course of action. I even recorded Hoity’s mom, and she pretty much explained how..” But then she turned to see the foals running around with lamps and blankets, as she came over. “What did I tell you last night?! Lamps aren't toys!”

They dropped the lamp (which Rarity caught in her magic to keep it from breaking) and whimpered as Applejack picked them up. “Hey, it’s alright you two. Just please, no more of this superhero stuff, you’re gonna get hurt.”

Rarity sighed, as she suggested to Applejack. “Well, I think we should try to get the genies to turn them back before we do anything else. I don't think we can handle five foals.”

Applejack turned and sighed. “Yeah one foal was easy, but this is insane.”

Rarity picked up Sandy and cooed. “Alright, darling. How about we all go back to the genie and see how we can convince him to reverse his magic.”

Back at Sassy Fancy’s house, the genie laughed upon seeing the two mares with six foals all gazing at him with wonder in their eyes.

Zecora squealed. “Ya a genie?! Genies aw weaw?!”

The genie came over to Zecora and managed to ruffle the little zebra’s mane. “Yes I am, little cutie. And what's your name?”

The zebra bounced up and down in excitement. “My name is Zecowa!”

He laughed. “Oh, Zecora, what a wonderful name. I’m mostly called Genie, but I like to go as Mr. Wish.”

Rarity scoffed. “Okay, Mr. Wish. Can you help us with this problem?”

Pencil Pusher nodded and pleaded. “Yeah, I dun wanna be a foaw anymowe! I gots a job!”

Bell Hopper nodded too. “Yeah, we gots wives, so we can’t be foaws again. Especiawwy when we not potty twained.”

The genie dawwed upon seeing their faces. “Oh, stop with the puppy eyes. I told you I can't break the rules!”

Then Applejack asked. “Well, seein’ that the mare who wished that these ponies turn to foals, did it without their permission, don't ya think it's right that they be allowed to turn back to normal.?’

The genie sighed, grumbling. “Fine,” He then snapped his claws and the Manehattan foals turned back into adults (Sandy became a stallion again as well). The genie sighed again. “Alright. Well time for the zebra, and Hoity and that royal guard." He then was going to snap his fingers, before Hoity shouted. “Wait!”

Hoity waddled over to Rarity and babbled to her. “Waiwty, I...I wanted to ask bu was scawed.”

Rarity kneeled down and cooed. “What is it, sweetie?”

Hoity asked with a blush. “Can...can I be ya foaw, even if that means ya gotta change my diapees and potty twain me?”

Rarity dawwed. “I… wouldn't mind being your mom. I’ve truly grown fond of having you in my care. Just don’t go getting flushed down anymore toilets." She hugged Hoity close as the genie dawwed. “How sweet,” He then turned to Zecora. “What about you?”

Zecora blushed. “I...tink I wanna stay as a foaw. I wove Abbwejackie, and I weawned so much just bein a foaw. Besides, I making a ton of fwiends.”

Applejack hugged Zecora and nuzzled her. “Hey, I wouldn't mind carin’ for ya. You’re family now.” Zecora nodded and hugged Applejack back.

The genie turned to Cannon Feather next. “And how about you?”

Cannon Feather blushed. “Well...I hewp whiwe bein a foaw again, so awe my otha guawds. We wana syay as toddwas. And Hoity and I gwew up togethew, I wanna do it again.”

The genie nodded and replied. “Well then, I guess that's it. I'll see you all later, maybe. I broke the rules, so it could be sometime before I’m allowed to come back.”

As the genie started to fade away, Rarity turned and asked. “Wait, darling! What about the mare with the equal sign for her cutie mark, who is she? Can you at least tell us that?”

The genie sighed. “Well, I guess it’s not technically breaking the rules to mention one of my previous masters. Her name is Starlight Glimmer, and she wished that she had the power to transform ponies into foals. I can’t reverse that wish even if I wanted to. And now I have to go, farewell!” He then disappeared as Sandy sighed, turning to hoity. “Hoity, I'm sorry for stealing your foal line and getting you tied up in this. I only wanted you out of the way, not regressed.”

Hoity smiled at Sandy and babbled. “Is otay, ya got youw punishment and ya my fwiend now. Pwus, I fine bein in diapees again. Tis time I got a bettew mommy!” He the waddled over to Sandy and hugged him. Sandy hugged Hoity back, and then he strode off.

Bell Hopper and Pencil Pusher both departed a moment later, while Applejack turned to Rarity and commented. “I think it's time we left, and told Twilight about what we saw.”

Rarity nodded and replied. “Yes, we need to get going, darling. Good thing I gave Prim Headline my regards the night before, it was a pleasure working with her.” The two then ran off with the foals on their backs.

Chapter 10: Preparations in the Galloping Gala

(A few days later…)

The foals were with Celestia, Twilight, Rarity, and Applejack in the royal bedroom, watching the foals play, as Twilight turned to the princess and explained. “I don’t know much about the equal sign cutie mark mare that the genie talked about. We need more information on who this mare is. All we know for sure, is that her name is Starlight Glimmer.”

Celestia sighed. “Yes, it seems that we are definitely not sure of this mare’s whereabouts. But this genie troubles me even more...he mentioned Discord, correct?”

Rarity nodded. “Yes. He offered to turn all the foals back to adults but, Hoity, Zecora, and Cannon Feather all wanted to stay as foals. And that’s where we’ve been ever since.”

Celestia turned to the giggling foals all drawing pictures of their adventures. She cooed. “Well, I’m pleased to see you that you’re up to the challenge of caring for Hoity, Rarity. From what I’ve heard, you’ve had a lot of interesting experiences.”

Rarity blushed and whispered. “Thank you. I didn’t really think about it before, but I feel as if I will try being a good mother to him. I always did want foals of my own someday, granted I expected it to be with my prince charming, but I suppose you can’t help it when life throws you a curveball.”

Princess Celestia nodded and cooed again. “I’m very happy for you, Rarity. I think you’ll make for an excellent mother,” Turning to Twilight, she then spoke. “I presume that even though we may not know where Starlight Glimmer is...Sassy Fancy does.”

Rarity nodded. “That seems likely. She knew a lot about the genie and helped the mystery mare to regress Hoity Toity, Sandy Padding, Pencil Pusher, and Bell Hopper into foals.”

“Yes it seems so,” Princess Celestia commented. “I think we may have a lot to discover about this Starlight Glimmer. If she really wields the power to turn anypony into foals, we can’t risk sending the royal guard after her, Shining Armor is quite adamant that he’s not running a daycare service when he’s already got his hooves full potty training Bright Wing,” Then with a smile she changed the subjected. “But for now, we need to prepare for the Grand Galloping Gala. We will need to heighten security. I may even ask Shining Armor to put up a shield, just to be safe.”

Twilight sighed. “Yeah, I guess...that’s all we can do. I just hope my brother and my nephew stay safe, I’m really looking forward to meeting Bright Wing,” Then she turned to Hoity’s drawing. “I’m still surprised that Rarity decided to raise Hoity, given her distaste for anything dirty or messy. And after Hoity got flushed down the toilet, I thought for sure she wouldn’t want the headaches of potty training.”

Rarity came over, checking her son’s diaper. “Well darling, it’s not like I couldn’t say no when he asked to stay as a foal, or asked to be my mommy..”

Celestia also came over, nuzzling her adopted son Bucket Bridle, while she checked his pullup. “I know how you felt. I was so overjoyed when I became Bucket Bridle’s new mother. Even with my busy schedule and my duties as a princess. I do what I can to make sure to be a good mom.”

Bucket Bridle giggled. “Yeah, Mommy Tia is ta best! She awways weads me bedtime stowies, sometimes with funny voices.” He waddled over to Celestia and hugged her. The alicorn princess hugged the little one back and cooed. “Can I see your picture, Bucket Bridle?”

Bucket Bridle held it up without hesitation. It was a white rainbow ball with yellow scribbled all over. He babbled. “Tats you waisin ta sun!”

Celestia held the picture to her chest. “It’s wonderful, thank you. I’ve got just the place for this on the fridge.”

Rarity looked over Hoity’s shoulder, to see him drawing what appeared to be him dancing on stage, with Rarity in the back smiling. He explained. “Tat’s me being a fashion foaw and ya cheewin me on!”

Rarity nuzzled him. “Oh, I see you did an excellent job. You’re such a talented little artist.”

Applejack looked at Zecora’s picture, which of was her making “tea” at the fancy restaurant, and chuckled. “Well, sugarcube, I have ta say, ya made some weird tea back at that restaurant.”

Zecora held it up and babbled. “Tanks, it was awot of fun pwayin in tat fancy westawaunt, even tough we gots in big twobwe.”

Applejack laughed. “Well, don’t ever do that again. And I promise ya, we won’t ever go to a fancy restaurant if ya don’t want to. But you need to be on your best behavior next time I take you out anywhere.” Zecora snuggled into Applejack and the farm mare hugged the little zebra back.

Cannon Feather finished his drawing of him playing with the other foals in the hotel room and babbled. “Pwayin with my fwiends in ta hotew woom was my favowite pawt of ta whowe twip, top bad some of tem aw adwts now.”

Celestia laughed. “Well, I for one am glad we don't actually have a foal apocalypse coming,” She joked. “I was afraid I was going to have to order factories to start making diapers by the thousands.”

Twilight groaned a bit. “Look I get that these foals are cute, but we do still need to discuss plans about the Grand Galloping Gala, we only have a week. We can’t just blow that off.”

Rarity placed Hoity in her lap and replied. “Well, darling, that’s for Princess Celestia and the castle staff to worry about. Our only goal is to catch this Starlight Glimmer before she turns anyone else into a foal. And I think we could try to lure her into a trap.”

“What do you mean?” Celestia asked. “Why would you suggest that now?

Rarity laughed. “Isn’t it obvious? I mean she could come to the Galloping Gala in order to turn Celestia into a foal. Think about it, if her goal is to have a village of foals, she can’t have Princess Celestia coming to stop her.”

Celestia nodded slowly. “You might be right, I… could be the target. So how should we set up a trap in case Starlight Glimmer were to come after me during the Gala? I don’t want to raise an alarm about a pony that might not even show up.”

“How about we just make a clone of Celestia, and have that clone become the target?” Twilight suggested. “And before Starlight can turn the disguised pony into a foal, we nab her!”

The mares all blinked in surprise as Celestia pondered. “That sounds like a good idea, but...I don’t like the idea of a pony disguised as me turning into a foal. If it’s me she’s after, then so be it. I won’t mind being in diapers for a little bit, it’d be wonderful to interact with my son on his level.”

“What are you saying?! If you turn into a foal who would raise the sun?! Or keep Equestria safe?!” Twilight protested. “Princess Celestia, think about what you’re implying!

Celestia (who was now cuddling her son) just cooed. “Oh, Luna can handle raising the sun for a day or two, and I’m sure Cadence could assist her. I won’t have another pony become a foal for me.”

Just then, Luna came into the room with a drowsy look and yawned. “Oh, sister, sorry for being late for the meeting.”

Cannon Feather bounced up with his picture, showing it off. “Wook, Mama! Wook what I made fow ya!” He showed his picture to Luna who smiled at it and took it up within her magical grasp. “It’s wonderful. Thank you, sweetheart.” She came over to Cannon Feather, and while holding him she asked Celestia. “So, how was he this morning? Any accidents?”

Celestia shook her head. “He slightly wet the bed this morning, but for most of the day no accidents to report. He’s getting better at waking up when he has to go though, from what Rarity tells me, he only had one accident the whole time he was in Manehattan, even did a few poopies in the big potty with Rarity’s help.”

Luna ruffled her son’s mane, smiling. “That’s my little prince of the night. Keep that up, and soon you'll be out of pull-ups.”

Cannon Feather groaned. ”Aww, but tey so comfy. Can I just weaw tem fow fun, even aftew I potty twained? I pwomice I’ww stiww use the potty whiwe I weaw tem.”

The mares all laughed, and Luna snuggled Cannon Feather. “Sure, if you want to. I want you to enjoy your foalhood while it lasts, you’re not going to magically get another one this time,” Then she asked. “I heard something about Celestia turning into a foal, what does that mean?”

Twilight explained. “Well, we think that Starlight Glimmer may try to turn Princess Celestia into a foal at the Grand Galloping Gala, and she wants to be bait.”

Luna shook her head. “Absurd! We can’t be changed into foals! I’m not saying it to be selfish, but we have too many duties to attend to!”

Cannon Feather babbled. “Yeah, Auntie Tia, as much as I wowd wove if ya tuwned into a foaw, I dun know if tat’s a good idea.”

Hoity pondered while bouncing on his diaper and babbled. “Weww...can’t we disguise Pwince Bwuey?” The princess looked over at Hoity with surprised looks as he explained. “Wew, I not sayin’ tat fow no weason. Pwince Bwuey fwom wha I heaw is vewy wude, and is bad at bein a pwince. He made my fwiend Cannon Fetha cwy! Why can’t we have him be bait? Make him do somthin’ impowtant fow once.”

But Rarity squeaked in protest. “Oh Hoity, surely you don’t mean that? I mean, he’s my prince charming! I don’t want him getting harmed!”

Hoity nodded, plopping his padded rump on the ground. “I do! He’s a big meanie pants, he cawed some of my cwothes peasent stock wast yeaw! Can ya bewieve him?!”

Luna sighed. “Well, Rarity has a point, we can’t just have our nephew be bait. He may be rude but he’s still family. It wouldn’t be fair to make him do what we cannot.”

But Celestia scoffed. ”No, Hoity has a point. I think it’s about time my pompous nephew did something useful.”

Cannon Feather shouted. “Yeah, Bwuey is a big meanie! Wemeba when I tweid to give him donuts, and he made me cwy?! He’s a big meanie poopy head! If he were a foaw, he could get spankies fow being so mean!”

Bucket Bridle nodded and babbled. “I agwee, he made my bwothas cwy! He gots to be bait!”

Rarity blinked with her eyes growing wide in disbelief. “Really? Prince Blueblood is that mean and rude? I thought he was going to be my prince charming?”

Celestia sighed. “Well, we can discuss our personal opinions of Blueblood later. For now, we better go find and tell him the plan. If he says no, there’s probably not much we can do to make him agree.”

Hoity got up and babbled. “I’w teww him! I wana be suwe tat when he becomes a foaw, he’s gonna weaw ta poofiest diapees eva!”

The foals all started laughing, as Rarity became stern. “Alright, that’s enough, Hoity,” She picked him up and placed him onto her back and continued. “Prince Blueblood may have been mean to you, but that doesn’t mean you should be rude too.”

Hoity blushed and hugged the mare’s mane. “Awight, I wiw be a good foaw.”

Celestia got up, scooping Bucket Bridle onto her back. “Alright, let’s go ask Blueblood.”

They all went down the hall, to see Blueblood shouting at a butler. “Watch where you're going! You almost got tea all over my coat!”

The butler started shaking all over and rambled. “I...I’m sorry, Prince Blueblood. A thousand pardons.”

Celestia scowled. “Blueblood, what did I say about harassing the staff?!”

Blueblood gasped and spun around to see Princess Celestia with Bucket Bridle on her back, sitting proudly in his pull-up. The prince grumbled. “Sorry, Auntie Celestia, but that butler almost just spilled tea all over me. You need to do a better job training the staff here at the castle.”

Cannon Feather babbled. “It was an accident! And he said sowie!”

Luna laughed. “Seems like the foals have better manners than you do, Prince Blueblood, and they’re not even potty trained yet.”

Blueblood rolled his eyes walking off in the opposite direction. Then Rarity ran up, shouting. “Wait! We didn’t come to be mean, darling. We have a job for you to show off how brave you are.”

Blueblood turned to Rarity, smiling. “Oh really? What is it?”

Celestia laughed as she explained. “Well, follow me and I’ll explain everything.” They then led the curious Blueblood to Celestia’s bedroom.

The mares told Prince Blueblood everything about the mysterious mare, and how he was to pose as Princess Celestia . He stepped back towards the door, stammering. “I...I don’t know...I mean, being disguised as you, Princess Celestia, is one thing. But the possibility of turning into a foal...I...I don't want to be back in diapers. I haven’t worn one since I was two and a half, a fact I’m very proud of.”

Rarity gasped! “Prince Blueblood! I thought you were brave and kind! But so far, all I’ve seen you do is complain about tea spilling onto your coat.”

Blueblood scoffed. “Well, I’m a prince, and I must be held to a standard!”

Celestia eyed him and cooed. “So… helping Equestria catch a mare who turns ponies into foals, isn’t a princely act.? You would be praised as a hero.”

Blueblood paused, as he thought about what that would mean. “I would be a hero, the pony who saved Equestria from the regression scourge!” He thought to himself.“My rankings in the nobility would sky rocket! I would probably even have a day named after me!” He turned toward Celestia with a smirk and asked. “So, while I’m shaking hooves at the gala disguised as you, this mare called Starlight Glimmer will try to regress me, and then you’ll stop her before that happens, right?”

Celestia nodded. “You have my word. But first, say sorry to the foals. They all sacrificed their dignity for the safety of Equestria, and you’ve been nothing but rude to them.”

Blueblood growled, turning to all the foals who were pouting at him, and he mumbled.
“Sorry for being rude, and Hoity, I’m sorry for calling your designs last year peasant stock. I...I was jealous.”

Hoty blushed. “It’s alright, Bluey. If ya do tis, I tink it makes up fow ya bein a meanie butt.”

The prince rolled his eyes as Rarity blushed and cooed. “Well, at least you're being a little more princely like now.”

Hoity giggled while smirking. “It would be so funny if Blueblood turns into a foal. I would love to help design diapers for him!”

Prolouge: Another foal!

Applejack and Zecora were waiting for a carriage outside their house. Zecora was bouncing up and down, bursting with excitement as she scanned the skies and babbling. “When is Cadence comin?!”

Applejack cooed, “Don't worry, sugarcube, they’ll be here soon.” Just as she said that a chariot flew down from they sky, with a pink coated alicorn and three toddlers bouncing in their seats, they were white in color with blue eyes and tiny blue manes. The carriage stopped near the house as the alicorn checked their pull-ups and cooed, “Just a little wet, but we can get you three changed a bit later. Remember to come and get me if you feel you need to go, okay?” All three shouted back at the mare, “Otay!” as she unstrapped them, and they all ran towards Applejack and bounced around in their pull-ups shouting. “Can we pway with Zecowa now?! Pwease?!”

Applejack giggled. “Hold on, let me get her down.” Applejack settled Zecora next to them, she blushed and babbled at the older foals, “Hi, I Zecowa.”

The three giggled, even the goofy one with a pull-up with moons and stars all over it. He was nervous as he scrunched his slightly wet pull-up and babbled, “Hewwo, I Cannon Fetha and I dun usuawwy pee my puww-up I awmost potty twained.”

A stern little colt named came up next, and puffed out his chest and his pull-up which had cute little smiling suns all over it, as he babbled, “I Bucket Bwidwe, I two yeaws and eight months owd, and I awmost potty twained too. In fact, I the fathwest awong out of aww of us.”

Next was a drowsy looking little colt who smacked his lips and yawned, his pull-up was clearly soaked with little fading blue shields decorating it, as he babbled, “I Bwight Wing and I in potty twainin’ too,” He yawned again and smacked his lips. “Sowwy I tiwed, I just woke up fwom my nappy.”

Zecora giggled. “Yaeah, I know how ya feew. I awways feww tat way aftew my nappies.”

Cannon Feather was curious about the little zebra, coming close to her diaper and poking it innocently with a hoof as he babbled, “So how owd awe ya, did ya get wegwessed?”

Zecora replied. “I one yeaws owd afta a mix of potions spiwwed on me, but I stiww gots some of my adwt memowies. Wha about ya thwee?”

Bucket Bridle sat on hs padding as he blushed. “We used to be woyaw guawds unitw Nightmawe Moon wegwessed us to two and a hawf, basicawwy weaving us with noting to fight.”

Bright Wing turned to the alicorn mare, who was bringing out a large diaper bag as he waddled over and asked. “Mommy, ya need hewp?”

The mare turned and replied. “Oh no, I got it. But thank you anyway champ in the making.”

Bright Wing replied back. “Weww, jus twew me if ya need anythin’. Daddy said I gots to hewp ya and be ta big cowt.”

The mare dawwed and nuzzled him. “Well tell your daddy, that next time he should come and help me himself. I may be a foalsitter, but he needs to do his part too.” She then checked his pull up as the little one blushed and apologized, “Sowwy, I couwdn howd it on ta twip hewe. I weawwy twied”

But the mare just cooed, “That’s okay. Come on, let's get your soggy butt changed.” Bright Wing beamed as he nuzzled her leg. He giggled. “Otay, Cady.” He placed a kiss on her muzzle, as she led him to Applejack, who blushed at the princess.

The mare held out a hoof and greeted, “You must be Applejack. I’m Princess Cadence, nice to meet you.”

Applejack nodded with a smile and took out her hoof, “Yeah, it's nice ta meet you. Zecora’s been lookin’ forward to this vist.” Applejack then led Princess Cadence and the toddlers inside.

Cadence looked around, seeing the toys and plushies laid about, with a playpen and a small bookshelf filled with picture books. The princess cooed. “Oh this is wonderful, you’ve really made quite a home for Zecora.”

Applejack smirked. “Yeah, it does the job of keepin’ the little sugarcube busy. I gotta say, it’s wonderful to meet ya in public after all the stories Twilight’s told about you.”

They sat down and watched the little ones play, with Zecora looking over her toys with curiosity. Cannon Feather picked up a stuffed doll and asked. “Who is tis?”

Zecora swiped it back, hugging it close. “Is a pwushie of Uncwe Big Mac.”

Bucket Bridle babbled. “Wow, ya gots a uncwe?”

Zecora nodded, “Yeah, he ta best uncwe evew! He supa nice and woves to pway with me.”

Cannon Feather bounced up and down babbling. “Wew, fow me and Bucket Bwidwe, Shining Awmoa is wike a uncwe, a bettew one tan my own. And he’s Bwight Wing’s daddy.”

Bright Wing nodded. “Yeah, he my daddy. He said I gots to be ta big cowt and hewp Cady today. And tat’s just wha I gonna do.”

Zecora giggled, not knowing who this “Hoity Toity” was. “Oh weawwy? How ya goin ta do tat?”

Bright Wing shrugged, squished his pull up, and blushed. “Wew fiwst I showd get changed, guess I gonna get a smiley face today.”

Bucket Bridle stood up in pride. “Yeah, I onwy gots smiley faces and check mawks aww week, not one big accidwnt. I even did a poopie in the big potty with Cady’s hewp the othew day!”

Zecora clapped in delight. “Wow, ya thwee awe so coow! It sounds wike potty twainin is exciting. I can’t wait tiw I owd enough fow it!”

Cannon Feather nodded. “Yeah, it is. We gots cawendaws tat tew us how good we doin’. I stiww gets a fwony face once in a whiwe, but Mama Wuna said I doin weawwy wew stiww. Tats why I in puww-ups now.”

Zecora blushed seeing them start to waddle about and she babbled. “I stiww in diapees. Bu I can tew when I wet ow mess mysewf now. Bu Appwejack says I gotta wait fow a twaining potty, whatevew tat is.”

Cannon Feather waddled over and hugged Zecora. “It's otay, we dun cawe if ya in diapees. Ya stiww owa fwiend, us wegessed ones gotta stick togethew.”

Bright Wing nodded as he waddled off over to Cadence and Applejack, and tugged on Cadence's leg babbling. “Cady, can ya change me now? My diapee’s stawting to get cowd.”

Cadence turned and smiled. “Oh of course, little Bright Wing. In fact, Applejack and I were just discussing your potty training,” He blushed as she cooed, “Oh, dont worry. I told her how well you've been doing, and that you only have accidents on trips or at night. But Applejack promised Rarity to try out her designs tonight at a fashion show. So I thought that, just for today, you and your friends should wear diapers so we don't have to keep taking you to the potty, especially if you have to go in the middle of the show.”

Bucket Bridle and Bright Wing gave each other nervous looks, as Bucket Bridle babbled. “But I onwy gots two peepee oopsies, and I got a smiley face sticka. If I weaw a diapee, ten I gonna get a fwony face today.”

Applejack couldn’t help but giggle. “Oh, Celestia has a potty trainin’ calender for you?”

Cadence nodded and explained. “Yeah, it was Shining’s idea actually in order to help motivate them. He says his parents did it for him and Twilight. Basically, they get a check mark if they have no accidents, a smiley face for a few accidents, and a frowny face for big accidents. But like I said, they're doing really well. I don't think a day in diapers will hamper their progress.”

The colts all turned to Zecora building a tower without a care in the world, as her diaper loudly crinkled. And Bright Wing nodded, “Otay, let's do it! I dun mind, itww be nice not to have to go to ta potty fow one day. Puww-ups awe fun, but having to ask to use the potty is hawd ‘cause sometimes I dun know I have to go til is awmost too wate.”

Cannon Feather chirped. “Ya, its fine. I wana weaw a diapee! It's been foweva since Mommy wet me weaw one! As wong as I dun mess in it, I’ww be fine.”

But Bucket Bridle was still unsure, “I dun know...I dun want Mmama Tia to get mad at me. I wanna get aw smiwey faces and check mawks.”

Cadence dawwed, picking the unsure colt up. “It's okay, I'll tell Celestia and she'll understand. After all, she’s my aunt.” She nuzzled him, and then she set the three down, started taking off their pullups, and cleaned them with foal wipes.

Applejack took out a pack of “silly filly” diapers, and helped powder them and started strapping the foals up. They giggled and blushed as they were helped up and with their back legs spread outward due to the excess padding.

Cannon Feather giggled, shaking the big pink diaper. “These aw so coow! Tey wike ta biggest diapees I've evea wown.”

Bucket Bridle wasn’t too pleased though, and he whined. “Why do tey gots to be pink?!”

Bright Wing poked his and babbled, “Tey fine, we gonna be dwy ta whowe time we at ta fashion show. Ouw puww-ups wouwd pwobaby weak.”

Applejack nodded. “Right, and don’t you worry, if you can hold it til the end of the fashion show, ya can still use the potty if you want. Now come on, we better get goin’,” She then helped Cadence help Zecora into her stroller. Packing a diaper bag she added, “Cadence, you’re goin’ to be sittin’ next to Hoity Toity. I'm sure ya’ve met before.”

Cadence shook her head, “I’ve heard of him, but never had the pleasure.”

Cannon Feather rolled his eyes, mumbling. “I dun wana see Hoity Toity.”

Cadence turned and asked Cannon Feather, “Why not, sweetie?”

Cannon Feather looked up and replied, “Weww, he not mean, but he’s gonna make fun of me fow weawin pink diapees, espicawwy since I supposed to be in potty twaining.”

Cadence cooed and reassured him, “Don’t worry, sweetie, you’re a little colt and you can wear whatever you want. If he says anything mean, I'll snap back at him for picking a fashion fight with a foal. Sound fair to you?”

Cannon Feather nodded as Applejack spoke up. “Alright, come on! Let’s get goin’!”

All were escorted outside, Applejack and Cadence pushing the stroller towards the center of town, where a stage had been set up.

Rarity (who was super nervous if the expression on her face was any indication) came up to Applejack, and gazed upon Cadence and shouted. “P...Princess Cadence, you're here!” She immediately bowed in respect.

The princess nodded and laughed. “Of course I’m here, Applejack and I set up a playdate for our foals and it seems your fashion show just happened to fall on the same date. I apologize in advance, and there’s really no need for you to bow.”

Rarity reluctantly got up, but she was sweating profusely and started stuttering. “Oh... now…. now I..I think Twili..Twilight mentioned that...I’m just um… happy seeing an alicorn princess here at my fashion show...It’s more than I could ask for.”

Applejack just rolled her eyes, “Yeah, yeah, let’s get this over with. Don’t mind me tryin’ on my new work duds?”

Cadence smirked and giggled, “Work duds, for a fashion show?”

Rarity nervously waved a hoof, “Oh don’t mind that, we have it all ready backstage. Just go on and get dressed, Applejack, darling.”

Applejack shrugged, as she went over to Zecora and nuzzled her. “Now you be a good girl for Cadence, okay Zecora.”

The baby zebra nodded and babbled, “Otay, Mama, I wiww. Dun wowwie.” As Applejack walked off, Cadence turned to Rarity and asked, “Well, it seems we have a spot next to Hoity Toity, where will he be?”

Rarity shrieked! “Hoity Toity?! Where?!”

The princess of love blinked in surprise, “Um, he’s not here yet. I was just told I’d be sitting next to him.”

Rarity squealed in delight! “Oh how wonderful! Yes, darling, you’ll be sitting at the front of the stage, to get the best view of course. Hoity Toity should be seated in that same location”

Cadence nodded, and as she pushed Zecora’s stroller to where Rarity had pointed at, the princess turned and replied, “Hey, Rarity, don’t be so nervous. I’m sure your outfits turned out just fine.”

Rarity gave a fake hearty laugh and cooed, “Oh, don’t worry about me, darling. Now just get settled in and enjoy the show... I’d better...um... get behind stage.” And she galloped off as Cannon Feather babbled, “I dun tink she fine, besides who weaws wowk duds fow fashion?”

Zecora bounced in her stroller as she giggled. “Wew, I weaw diapees fow fahsion.”

Bright Wing giggled, bouncing on his thick padding. “Yeah! I bet we ta cutest foaws in any Equestwia fashion show, and cowd get fiwst pwace!

Bucket Bridle just plopped on his diaper and scoffed. “Yeah wight, we not tat cute.” He then rolled backwards onto his back, revealing his thickly padded rump and making Cadence daww, “Oh Bucket Bridle, I think you just won first prize.” and making all the foals squeal in laughter. Cadence took Zecora out of her stroller and let her snuggle deep into her pink fur, as the toddlers toddled over and all nuzzled together, looking up and waiting as the crowds of ponies began to appear.

As night finally fell, Cadence was busy playing patty cake with the foals, and ponies all over were cooing and dawwing at the adorable scene. That was when they heard a high class stallion speak up. “What is everypony staring at?” A bunch of ponies gasped as they backed away, to see a very familiar looking (at least to Cadence) stallion strutting up to Cadence as he gasped, “Princess Cadence?! What in Equestria are you doing here?! Shouldn’t you be in Canterlot?!”

Cadence blushed. “Oh hello, Hoity Toity. I’m just here to foalsit, actually.”

The stallion lowered his sunglasses to peer at the foals, and then spotted Cannon Feather, who blushed as he tried to hide his pink diaper, making Hoity Toity chuckle, “Oh, is that you, Cannon Feather?”

Cannon Feather nodded as he reluctantly babbled. “Hi Hoity Toity.”

Hoity Toity laughed as he came over, scooped up Cannon Feather, and snuggled him. “Oh, it’s so great to see you! I would've came to see you earlier, but I've been so busy with everypony in fashion showing me their latest works for the Grand Galloping Gala.”

Canon Feather turned his head and whimpered. “It’s oaty. I wathwa ya not see me wike tis.”

Hoity set Cannon Feather down as he cooed, “Oh come now, you think I would judge you for being a foal? I’m very proud of you risking your life to protect Princess Celestia, even more so that you tried to do it even after you ended up back in diapers. If anything, I was actually thinking of doing you and your friends a favor.”

The other two toddlers perked up! “Weawwy, wike what?!”

Hoity turned and smiled, “Well, not many know this, but in Manehattan every year, there is a grand foal fashion show, showing the latest trends in foal ware. I was going to win this year’s competition and beat my competitor from Saddle Arabia. And I thought I’d give you three the first pick of what you want from the best line of foal fashion in Equestria!”

Both Bright Wing and Cannon Feather squealed in delight! “Tat sounds awesome!” But Bucket Bridle pouted. “I dun know about bein dwessed up. Tia awedady makes me weaw embeawssin stuff fow the awbums.”

Hoity laughed as he reassured Bucket Bridle. “Oh, don’t worry. You can pick what you want, Bucket Bridle.”

Zecora, feeling left out, got up and waddled over and asked. “Wha about me? Can I get cute foaw cwothes too?”

Hoity turned. “Oh of course!” He replied with a smile. “Are you a friend of Cannon Feather’s?”

Zecora nodded and babled, “Yeah, I Zecowa. We became fwiends a few howas ago.”

Hoity smirked as he lowered his sunglasses, looking Zecora over before he replied, “Well, Zecora, it’s nice to meet you. Fitting a baby zebra could be a challenge, but I’m sure we can find something suitable for a little one like you.”

Zecora blushed. “Wew tanks mista Hoity Hoity. I suwe I’ww wove whateva ya make. I heawd ya a fashion masta.”

Hoity waved a hoof. “I don’t know if I’m all that, but I'm definitely one of the top rated ponies in the fashion world. Even Prim Headline is nothing compared to me.”

Cannon Feather giggled. “Ya neva changed, Hoity Toity, ya stiww a snob.”

Cadence turned and asked. “So, Cannon Feather, you really did know Hoity Toity?”

Hoity Toity turned to Cadence and explained. “Oh yes, we knew each other from school. In fact, I had him model some suits I designed in my early years. Not only that, I helped him learn how to dress and act with the nobles of Canterlot.”

Cannon Feather blushed and babbled, “Yeah, I was his modew fow bits, so I couwd go buy donuts fwom Donut Joe.”

Hoity laughed playfully. “How outrageous! It seems maybe you always were a foal at heart!”

Cannon Feather smirked at his friend. “Oh yeah?! Wew at weast I dun gots tat cwazy mane, wike wha ya thinking?! It wooks wike a giant scoop of ice cweam feww on ya head.”

Hoity brushed his mane and lightly scoffed. “Oh, I've always considered my mane to be magnificent when grown out. Besides, at least I'm toilet trained.”

Then Cannon Feather babbled. “Ya awe now, but fwom what ya mommy towd me, ya wasn’ potty twined untiw ya was five and a hawf because ya was so scawed of ta potty!”

Hoity blushed as the ponies around him started giggling, and he whispered. “Um, Cannon Feather, please don't spout about that stuff. It’s so embarassing.”

Cannon Feather giggled. “You mean wike how ya used to have a teddy beaw named Mw. Bowtie and dwessed him up in cute wittwe suits? Tat actuawy sounds wike awot of fun.”

More laughter followed suit, but suddenly the lights flicked on and a jazzy song started floating through the air, as Hoity Toity gasped in relief, “Oh, thank Celestia, the show’s starting.” And he clapped his hooves, a stallion by the name of Dr. Whooves came up and placed a silky red pillow on the ground. Hoity then plopped right onto the poor doctor’s face making his gasp, “I can’t breathe!”

Hoity Toity turned around and got up, realizing his mistake. “I do apologize for that, my good sir.” He tipped the stallion with a bag of bits, Doctor Whooves just took the bag and grumbled as he stomped off, making the foals giggle.

Then all present heard a voice (which most knew was Spike, Twilight’s number one assistant), Since the beginning of time, the elite of Equestria have longed for pony fashions that express the very essence of their souls. Waiting decades, no centuries, for the perfect pony gown. Today at long last, Equestria, your wait is over!” Then the curtain rose up, revealing five shadowy outlines of ponies. “Let's hear it for the breathtaking designs of Ponyville’s own...Rarity!”

The mysterious ponies began to walk onto the stage. Twilight in her star filled cloak, Applejack in her “colorful” work duds, Fluttershy wearing a flower gown and a bird nest on her head, Rainbow Dash’s stylish armor with rainbow streaks, and Pinkie Pie’s colorful suit with a yellow bowtie and a large cupcake on her head.

Then a foal’s voice shouted out. “Oh tose amatuwist designs wook wike a piece of piwed on mis mash of evewytin’ bu ta kitchen sink!”

Everypony around turned towards where Hoity Toity was, and gasped, covering their mouths as Cadence turned, eyes growing wide at what she saw! Where Hoity Toity once sat was a little tiny foal with a little white mane and tail poking out from his tiny chubby rump. The colt got up, waving his hoof, unaware of everypony gawking at him. “It’s a twavesty is wha it is! Tose outfits awe ta ugwiest tings I eva seen! Oh fow shame!” He remarked.

But nopony was paying any attention to Rarity’s crazy designs, instead staring at the tiny colt whose sunglasses suddenly fell from his face as he blinked at them and whispered, “Wha?” He then looked around at everypony giving him worried looks, yet he had to look up as they towered over him and he babbled, “Wha..wha, why is evewypony bigga..an..and why ya awe wookin at me wike tat?”

Cadence came up to him slowly cooing, “Mr. Hoity Toity, sir...Um, I’m going to explain this the only way I know how. Um..you...you...turned into a foal.”

Hoity shouted. “Nu uh, no way!” He then turned to his sunglasses and stared at his own reflection, with his chubby face and body, and big blue eyes staring back at him. He backed up in shock at what he saw, then he heard a hisss and looked down to see a puddle of urine forming at the base of his hooves and babbled, “Tis..tiss isn’ weaw I..I…” And he suddenly fell backwards, blacking out!

Chapter 8: Five Foals, One Restaurant

With the show now over, Bell Hopper and Pencil Pusher both waddled over to see Rarity with Zecora and Hoity Toity next to her. She smiled at the two new foals and cooed. “Hello cuties, how are you doing?”

Pencil Pusher shouted. “Tewwibwe! Tat meanie stawwion weft us hewew! He said he was gonna hewp find a cuwe fow us!”

Hoity waddled over and babbled. “Weawwy? Because I tink he ta one who tuwned me into a foaw!”

Bell Hopper gasped. “Weawwy?! Ya tink so? Tat weawwy wude if he did.”

Zecora smirked. “And messy too, fwom ta wooks of tings ya a heavy wettew.”

Pencil whimpered, looking down at himself.

Applejack came up and replied sternly. “Now Zecora, that was really mean, you should say sorry. Especially since you’re no flower either.”

Zecora blushed turning to the colt as as whimpered. “Sowie fow sayin’ tat, I just taught it was funny the way ya peed youwsewf wike tat.”

The colt waved a hoof. “It’s otay. I know my mommy awawys said she had to put two diapees on me becawse I peed so much as a fow. Aww tis time I awways thought she was joking.”

Pencil Pusher stomped about and whined. “Wew, I dun cawe about aw tat siwwy foaw stuff! I wana find out what tuwn us into foaws and get tuwned back to nowmaw, now! I duna wanna be in diapees!”

Applejack turned to the foals and cooed, even as she commented. “Oh dear, two more adults turned into foals? Seems to be happenin’ a lot these days.”

Cannon Feather bounced up and giggled. “Wow, maybe thewe is a foal apocwypse! I betta tew Mama Wuna ,tat we betta get wots mowe diapees and fowmuwa.”

Applejack giggled, ruffling Cannon Feather’s mane before she replied to the new foals. “So, what’s goin’ on how, did ya two turn into foals?”

Bell Hopper shrugged and explained. “Wike I say awots of times befowe, I was cweanin’ Sandy Padding’s bathwoom, ten fow some weason I suddenwy tuwned into a foaw in ta sink.”

Applejack scratched her chin. “I see. And you think Sandy Padding is the one who did it?”

Pencil Pusher exclaimed. “He had to, now tat I tink about it! He said if we hewped him in ta foaw fashion show, he wowd hewp us. But he bwoke his pwomice! He’s a dum dum, stinky head!”

Rarity gasped (while trying not to gigglish at the foalish remark). “My goodness, how rude of him. Breaking a promise to such adorable little ones, of all the nerve.”

Applejack nodded with a stern look. “Looks like we found our suspect in regards to Hoity, somepony needs to go after that guy! He’s got some explainin’ to do!”

Just then Prim Headline came out, unaware of the situation that had transpired. With a huge smile on her face she greeted. “Oh, there’s my little stars!” She came up and hugged Zecora and Hoity, nuzzling them. “Oh you two were just wonderful out there! Makes me almost wish I had foals of my own.”

Hoity giggled, and yawned. “Wew, at weast is ova. I was gettin tiwed neaw ta end.”

“Yeah, but ua said we gonna go eat dinnew?” Zecora asked Prim.

Prim nodded. “Yes, of course darlings. This was very much your victory.” She then heard a pair of voices call out. “Can we come too?!” She turned to see the other two foals hopping up and down in excitement. She smiled and cooed. “Of course, you two did a very good job even if you took second place. But where are your parents? Do they know you’re here?”

The two stopped and mumbled. “Uhh.” Rarity quickly stepped in. “Prim… this may come as a surprise to you, but these two also were adults who were regressed.”

Prim gasped and whispered. “Oh my stars, really?!”

Pencil Pusher nodded. “Yea-huh, I was a receptionist at ta hotew.”

Bell Hopper babbled. “And I was a bew hoppew. We gots to tuwn back to nowmaw soon, ow have somepony tew owa boss wha happened, ow ewse we can wose owa jobs.”

“Well, how about I go do that for you two?” Applejack suggested.

“You will?!” The two foals asked.

The farm mare smiled and explained. “Look you all deserve to celebrate and all, but clearly we need to make sure these two don’t lose their jobs. And somepony’s gotta find out what’s happenin’ around here. We can’t have every pony in Manehattan turnin’ into foals. I don’t know how much the hotel manager’s gonna believe me, but I gotta at least try.”

Prim Headline gave a sharp nod, “Quite right, and thank you, Applejack. We can save you something from the restaurant if you’d like.”

Applejack waved a hoof. “Don’t worry about me, not a fan of fancy restaurants anyways.”

Zecora looked up and asked. “But mama I dun wan ya ta go. What if ya tuwn into a foaw too?”

Applejack bent down to her little zebra and whispered. “Don’t ya worry, Zecora. Nopony’s turnin’ your mom into a foal. Now you be good for Rarity and Prim Headline.”

Zecora hugged Applejack’s muzzle, then waddled over to Rarity, who lifted up the foals with her magic. “Alright cuties, we better get going,” She then turned to Applejack and whispered. “Please do be careful, darling. I don’t wish to have to change your diapers. I don’t dare wish to imagine how stinky of a foal you were.”

Applejack laughed. ”Trust me, you wouldn't. Between me and Big Mac, Granny Smith couldn’t tell who was stinker. Heck, one time she tested our diapers to see if they would grow apple trees faster, and they did.”

The foals all burst into laughter as Prim with a sheepish smile remarked. “What an ‘interesting’ story. Now come on, let’s go enjoy a victory feast!”

Rarity then headed off with Prim as Applejack turned and mumbled. “Alright, time to do some investigatin’.”

Rarity was now with Prim Headline, walking down the sidewalk with five foals all in cute onesie, and bouncing excitedly in their oversized foal buggy. Prim turned to the foals and smiled at them, sighing. “Sometimes I wish I had foals of my own.”

Rarity cooed, before she marked. “Oh, I don’t know. I mean they can be very difficult. I’ve had my fair share of problems. Did I tell you about the time Hoity Toity and Cannon Feather got flushed down a toilet?”

Prim gasped. “What?! No way!”

But Hoity blushed and confessed. “Is twue, I accidentawwy went down the howe, and Cannon Feathew wescued me.”

Prim couldn’t help but laugh. “Goodness, that must’ve been quite a scary scene. Though as a foal, I always wondered what would happen if I got flushed down the drain.”

“It’s very smelly, let’s leave it at that!” Rarity remarked, fanning a hoof across her face.

Just then, Rarity and Prim passed by a relatively young couple. The mare, a chestnut coated unicorn with red eyes and a sleek black mane and tail, turned and gasped! “Wow, did you have quintuplets?!”

Rarity squeaked, turning to the mare with a blush. “Oh no, these aren’t mine, darling. Most of them I’m just foalsitting for the time being.”

The mare blushed and apologized. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, It’s just, they look so happy and well behaved in your car. You must be a wonderful foal sitter.”

Prim laughed and boasted. “Indeed she is. Why Miss Rarity here, is taking care of none other than the regressed Hoity Toity himself.”

The mare gasped, looking down into the foal buggy! Little Hoity blushed and babbled. “Hi.”

The mare cooed. “Hello. I have to say, you look super cute, Mr. Hoity.” Hoity blushed “Tanks.” The mare whispered to him. “Well good luck to you, I heard you did well at that fashion show earlier.” She then walked off with her husband, humming something.

Rarity and Prim continued to the restaurant, rolling the foal buggy inside as the foals gaped in awe at the glowing restaurant, filled with fancy patrons, and waiters going to and fro, balancing trays with food and drinks. They came upon a fancy stallion at the receptionist's desk, who sneered at the foals. “Really, you two couldn't hire a foalsitter?”

Prim scoffed. “I’d hold your tongue if I were you. I’ll have you know, these foals are top models winners of the Foal Fall Fashion Show, and they will be treated with dignity. Now, kindly move your rump and get us a big table with five high chairs, and warm foal bottles filled with your best milk for foals.”

The receptionist gulped and nodded. “Yes, of course, Prim Headline, right away.” He then ran off as fast as he could, while Rarity and the foals chuckled, followed the snobby old stallion to a table, surrounded by high chairs with warm bottles placed on each one.

Rarity and Prim both placed the foals into each of the highchairs one by one, and they all grabbed their bottles and started suckling greedily. Cannon Feather got a booster seat, and had a bottle of juice given to him, as Rarity and Prim sat across from each other. A waiter came by a short time later and asked. “What do you two wish to order?”

Rarity looked over the menu and told the waiter. “I’ll have the Manehattan salad, darling, and a glass of grape juice.”

“I’ll be having the same as her.” Prime informed.

The waiter nodded, then gulped as he turned to the foals all too busy suckling their bottles to notice him, and asked. “Um...and what will they be having?”

Rarity laughed. “Oh, they’re fine with formula and juice for right now.”

The waiter just nodded and left, as Hoity turned to Zecora and asked. “So, uh, how is ta fancy fowumwa?”

Zecora took the foal bottle out of her mouth and babbled. “It’s otay, but I missed ta fomuwa fwom Ponyviwwe.”

Pencil Pusher removed her bottle from her mouth and replied. “Wew, it does taste vewy dewicous. Didn’ tink I wowd wike fowmuwa.”

Bell Hopper giggled, taking his bottle out of his mouth. “Yeah, tis is awesome!”

Cannon Feather, was seated in a booster seat, suckling his juice while groaning. “Uh oh, I tink I gots a tummy aches.”

Zecora gasped! “Oh no! Ya tink is becawse of ta fomuwa and soda fwom yestewday?”

The colt nodded and babbled. “Yeah, pwobabwy. It was huwtin befow, but now it got wowse. I tink I gotta go potty!”

Zecora quickly raised a hoof. “Wawity, Cannon Fethaw has ta achies!”

Cannon Feather nodded, holding his tummy as it was making farting noises. The fancy ponies around them gasped at the rude noises. Rarity blushed, as she got up from her seat. “Oh, um...I’ll take him to the potty,” She took the colt by the hoof and cooed. “Come on, sweetie let’s get to the potty. Just please promise you won’t try to flush.”

“I pwomice, dun wanna go down the big potty again. Too scawy.” Cannon Feather nodded, as he was helped down from.his chair, still clutching his tummy.

Rarity turned to Prim Headline, blushing. “Um, Prim, can you watch the rest of the foals while I’m gone?”

Prime smiled. “Of course, it’s no problem. You go on and help poor Cannon Feather, it’d be a shame if he had an accident..”

“Good, I shan’t be long!” Rarity vowed, and set off with Cannon Feather for the nearest bathroom!

Prim turned to the other foals, all giggling, and Hoity babbled. “We bowed. Pwim, can ya pway with us?”

But Prim blushed and answered. “Uh, we can’t play here, darlings. I’m sorry.”

Zecora crossed her hooves. “Aw, tis is so bowin. I dun know how much mowe I can take.”

Silky Padding was packing his stuff into suitcases, while growling to himself. “That mare is going to pay for what she did! I swear she’s probably knew I was going to fail! At the least she could’ve given me models to work with sooner, then maybe I could’ve tested those designs more thoroughly!” It was then that he heard a loud knock and shouted. “I’m busy! I don’t need anything, thank you!”

But an unfamiliar mare’s voice called out. “Hey, Sandy Paddin’, my name is Applejack. Sorry to bother you, but I just came to talk.”

Silky gulped, sweat pouring down his brow. He shouted back. “About what?!”

Applejack responded. “It’s about your foal models, Bell Hopper and Pencil Pusher? We found them and they told us some strange stuff ‘bout you. I came to get the record straight.”

The stallion squeaked in fright! “Oh no!” He thought to himself.“They must’ve told her how they were regressed. And worse, they probably told her how I lied to them, though technically it wasn’t a lie, I said I’d help them if I won and we didn’t win.” Even so, Silky turned to the windows and gulped. He was too high up to safely make a leap to the ground, and teleporting would be a dead giveaway that something was up. ”What do I do?!..I...I.” Then he sneezed, and turned to see a mare in a black cloak smirking, as he collapsed.

Applejack knocked again. “Come on, Sandy, I just need to talk to you. Please, open up.” She then heard a foal crying, and gasped! She turned around and bucked the door open, running inside, only to find a sandy colored colt bawling amidst his now much too large clothing .

The farm mare just sighed. “Oh dear. Maybe there is a foal apocalypse goin’ on? Well, either way, I’d better find a way to get him diapered, or at least find somethin’ that’ll hold til I can find some.”

Back at the restaurant, the foals were now bored out of their minds, as Prim tried to entertain them with a story about fashion. Hoity turned to the buffet table filled with food and babbled. “Hey, whiwe we wait, how about we go hewp sewve ta food owaseves? Awot of ponies hewe been waitin’ foweva, tey must be stawvin.”

Zecora turned and babbled. “Yeah, that sounds wike a gweat idea! My mommy awways says ‘Sometimes ya just gots to do things by yasewf.’”

Bell Hopper smiled at the buffet. “My big bwothew became a waitew in Cantewot, maybe I can twy bein one too.” He hoped.

Pencil Pusher mumbled. “I dun know..we cowd get into big twobwe.”

But Hoity turned to Prim, who was still jabbering on, and babbled. “I’ww distwact Pwim, ya go gets ta food. Deaw?”

The rest of the foals shouted. “Deaw!”

Hoity smiled, then grunted, pushing a mess in his diaper. Prim’s nose scrunched up as she groaned. “Oh, Hoity, did you just make a stinky?!”

Hoity blushed, scrunching his diaper. “I sowie, can ya change me weaw fast? I didn’t tink it was gonna be so smewwy.”

The other guests around the nearby tables started to move away, and Prim sighed.
“Alright, better make this quick before you stink up the place. Hope the mares’ room has a changing table. Dear Celestia, what has Rarity been feeding you?!” She picked the colt up and took him to the mares’ bathroom to being changed.

With Prim and Rarity now both gone, the rest of the foals quickly crawled out of their high chairs and started to waddled to the buffet table. They all climbed up, grabbing plates while gaping at all the food.

Zecora babbled. “Wow, thewe is so much hew! Is wike a sea of nevew endin’ food!”

Pencil Pusher then spoke up. “Otay, how abowt we spwit jobs on what to get?”

Bell Hopper jumped up and down while shouting. “I gots ta main cowse!”

Zecora shouted. “I gots ta dwinks!”

Pencil Pusher just babbled. “I gots sawad...tose fancy mawes aways eat sawads. Now wets get goin.” The foals then spread out.

Bell Hopper turned to the main dishes and mumbled. “Tey pwobaby want some mashed tatoes,” He then began grabbing globs of mashed potatoes and plopping it on a plate. But he tipped a gravy boat onto the mashed potatoes, spilling it all over the place. “Uh oh, too much gwavy!” He then went over to the fancy pasta and started spilling that on a plate, then he started pouring tons of shredded cheese all over the spaghetti, giggling. “Wook, I makin’ spaghetti!”

Pencil Pusher was mixing all kinds of vegetables while giggling. “Wook at me, I makin’ tossed sawad!” As she spoke pieces of salad were being tossed all over the place.

Bell Hopper laughed. “Sawad without dwessin tastes yucky, puts some dwessin on it.”

“Otay!” Pencil Pusher squealed. She took a jar of ranch and started pouring all of it onto the salad. Then she started to stir it all in, mixing it with a giant spoon.

Bell Hopper looked at the plate of spaghetti and mashed potatoes and babbled. ”I need one mowe ting,” He turned to a bowl of fruit and started throwing some of its contents into the spaghetti, babbling. “I bet fwuit and spaggheti showd taste good.”

Pencil Pusher was now pouring olive oil in a bowl of ranch and salad babbling. “Ya can’t fowget ta fancy owive oiw, it taste yucky tough,” She then threw the empty jar of olive oil to the side, looking up with her coat covered in salad leaves and dressing, giggling at Bell Hopper who was covered in tomato sauce and gravy. “Wew, wooks wike we got ouw jobs done. Whewes’ Zecowa?”

Zecora was in the drink section and babbling to herself. “Time to make ta dwinks fow Wawity and Pwim. Wha do ya tink tey wowd wike?” She grabbed a tea pot and poured tea into two glasses, before she babbled again. “But tea is bwand, it needs sugaw,” She then took a jar of sugar cubes, dropping a bunch into both glasses, and gasped upon seeing that the sugar was so dense it absorbed the tea. She giggled. “Bettwe mix someting ewse,” The zebra then grabbed a jar of milk and babbled. “Miwk tastes good, and is heawthy,” She then started pouring some milk into the cups over filling both. She gasped upon seeing this, causing her to throw the bottle down, which let the rest to spill onto the floor. “Uh oh!”

Zecora then took the cups of tea and milk, Pencil Pusher took her salad, and Bell hopper took his plate of food and they all hopped down, waddling along and spilling their stuff all over the floor.

Hoity lay upon a padded changing table in the mares’ bathroom, and was being taped into a new diaper as Prim sighed. “I swear, Hoity, you are definitely a stinker. Warn me the next time you decide to lay a stink bomb like that!”

Hoity blushed, his distraction had worked a little too well. “I sowie fow makin ya change a stinky diapee, Pwim.”

Prim just bopped his nose and cooed. “Oh, don’t worry. Sure, it was gross, but you foals are just so cute, it makes me forget how messy you can be.” As she exited the mares bathroom a moment later, Prim heard screaming, as she turned to see fancy ponies running for the doors, and three little foals with their bowls and plates filled with muck, which were being tossed among the guests .

Zecora was knocking glasses of the table as she tried to pour her “tea”, Pencil was placing globs of salads onto plates as Bell Hopper was putting his globs of spaghetti and mashed potatoes on another, with food trailing all over the restaurant's floor.

Prim’s mouth dropped wide open, and she stared in horror at what she saw!

Zecora turned to face the mare and babbled. “Hey, Pwim, we hewpin sewve ta stawvin ponies!”

Just then, an angry stallion came barging into the dining room. “That’s it! All of you out of the restaurant!” He shouted.

The foals started shivering and tearing up, as angry stallion stomped over to them. Prim quickly went over and scooped the foals onto her back. “These foals were just having a little bit of fun, there’s no need to get angry.” She told the stallion.

But the stallion just shouted back. “They ruined our buffet table and scared our guests! I don’t care who was supposed to be watching them, get them out of here!”

Rarity came out at that moment with Cannon Feather, and she chimed in. “Well, Prim is right about one thing, they’re just foals. Yelling at them won’t do anything. But I will discplime them for being naughty, and gladly compensate you for the damage.”

The stallion just growled. “I don’t want your money, just leave. And next time, don’t bring your foals here if you’re not going to watch over them properly!” The mares both bowed and quickly scampered off.

Rarity made sure to scold the foals as she took them home. “Now, even though you’re foals, that doesn't mean you can go off making disasters wherever you go. You should be glad I'm still happy we won the fashion show, or we would be heading home to Ponyville right now. And Zecora, rest assured that Applejack will hear about this, I don’t think she’ll be very pleased.” She then got up the steps and into the hotel room, where she and Prim gasped seeing Applejack tucking a newborn foal into one of the beds as she whispered. “Hey. Sorry I couldn’t make it back to the restaurant. Was busy with this little guy.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, darling. It was an absolute disaster!” Rarity shouted dramatically.

Applejack eyed the messy foals all putting hooves to their faces and smirked. “I’m guessin’ they got bored eatin’ at a fancy restaurant.”

Rarity sighed. “Yes, it was quite the ordeal. I should’ve never taken the foals there. Zecora, Bell Hopper, and Pencil Pusher all made a mess of the buffet table.”

Applejack crossed her forehooves and nodded. “Well, I told ya so, Rarity. Foals don’t like the fancy stuff you and Prim like, they’re gonna get bored easily. And when they get bored, they’re gonna wander off and make messes,” Though she was quick to say to Zecora. “But Zecora, you’re still in big trouble when we get back to Ponyville! Granny Smith and I taught you better than to do stuff like that.” Zecora shrank, trying not to look too guilty, and Rarity just rolled her eyes.

Then Pencil Pusher and Bell Hopper both shouted. “Abbwejackie! Do we stiw have owa jobs?!”

Applejack nodded. “Yep, I told the hotel manager that you two are alright, just currently stuck as foals like Hoity Toity. He understands, and will wait for you two to be turned back to normal, seein’ as he’s not lookin’ to add potty trainin’ to his employee job trainin’.”

The foals sighed in relief (and chuckled a bit at Applejack’s remark) then Rarity bent over, looking at the small, sandy colored colt now in a small blue sleeper, kicking about with a faint rustling sound. The mare dawwed and whispered. “Say, is that Sandy Padding? It sure looks like him.”

Applejack nodded as she came over to the other foals, taking them off Rarity's back slowly as she explained. “Yeah, it is. I went by his room and found him like this. I think he’s only a newborn, he can’t do much but cry.”

Hoity gasped and babbled. “Does tat mean he wasn’t ta one who tuwned me into a foaw?”

Applejack shrugged and replied. “I have no idea. And since he can’t talk yet, we may never know.”

But Zecora looked up and babbled. “Wew, how ‘bout I tawk to him? I can twanswate foaw babbwe.”

Rarity turned to face the little zebra and gasped! “Really, you can do that?!”

The baby zebra gave a nod. “Yeah, I tawk to foaws aw ovew Ponyviwe now. I gotten weawwy good at it, though appawenty thewe’s this weiwd doctow pony who can awso undewstand foaws. Nevew met him though.”

Applejack chuckled and ruffled her daughter’s mane. “Yep, it's true, at least the Zecora stuff. She loves talkin’ to foals while I take her on mornin’ strolls. Seems like she finds a new foal to talk to every day.”

Hoity squealed. “Tat means we can figure out how I turned into a foaw!”

But Rarity turned to the messy foals and replied. “Well, first we need to clean you three up, come on. And no more funny business.” She then herded them all into the bathroom.