Applejack nervously waited in line at a drug store near her house. The items in her bag were suspicious, at least to her. A package of youth diapers for bed wetters. Meant for girls a few years younger than Applejack, but Applejack gravitated toward their cute flowery designs. A package of two pacifiers in pastel pink and purple, and a clear baby bottle with a pink cap. Indeed the items were suspicious, and Applejack thought her intentions were given away by the contents of her small bag, but no one was particularly interested in what she was buying.

Despite this Applejack felt like all eyes were on her as she finally approached the counter and placed her bag on it nervously.

“Everything ok?” came the voice of the overworked cashier. To Applejack this unassuming question was a direct assault and she had to contain her shock before answering with a quiet nod. The cashier didn’t notice and didn’t care, making only a small note of the choice of items Applejack was buying before continuing on with her daily routine. Despite the cashier’s general lack of caring, Applejack bolted from the store as soon as she paid for fear that the cashier might recognize her.

A small part of Applejack’s mind knew she was overreacting about all this. That she may be going overboard, but she was driven on a combination of instinct and desire and wasn’t thinking straight at all.

She finally ran into her house, the bag of baby items in hand. She had planned for this day in advance, and picked a day when she knew Apple Bloom wouldn’t be around to see her indulging in this side of her. Regardless she took the extra precaution of not only locking the front door, but also thoroughly inspecting the rest of her small house to ensure she was alone, and despite her being all alone, she decided it would be best to lock herself in her room to enjoy this to rule out any possibility of anyone seeing her. Applejack locked the door to her room and stared at the bag on her bed only for a moment before tearing into it, opening each item ending with the package of pull ups.

Applejack eagerly threw off her clothes, anxious to feel that feeling she had felt with Rainbow Dash earlier. She carefully stretched the pull up, before stepping into it and raising it up. She might have felt more trepidation about this, had she not been thrown headfirst into it by Rainbow Dash. Indeed, the thin pull ups were nothing compared to the designer brand name diapers that Rainbow Dash had. They were nowhere near as thick, and the childish flower designs might even be considered mature by comparison. But still the feeling was there for Applejack, though admittedly not as strong. The voice in her head that questioned if this was right for her was now thoroughly silenced as she sighed in relief upon the protective padding making contact with her skin.

Applejack almost absent mindedly put the pacifier into her mouth. This one was made for babies, so the nipple was significantly smaller than the nipple on Rainbow Dash’s pacifiers, and much like with the pull ups it only offered a fraction of the feeling Applejack had while under rainbow Dash’s care.

Applejack looked at herself in a mirror that hung off of her open closet door, naked except for the pull up and the pacifier. She was strangely attracted to what she saw, and giggled contently as she placed her hand over the thin pull up, confirming again that yes it was herself she saw in the mirror and that the moment was real.

Still there was a lingering gnawing in the back of Applejack’s head. Yes she had succeeded in getting that same feeling she had at Rainbow Dash’s, but only a fraction of the full thing. It was missing something. Applejack briefly left her room to the bathroom across the wall to fill the bottle up with water, reasoning that maybe wetting the diaper would bring back the feeling in full force. She also thought as she was filling the bottle that maybe it was the higher quality of Rainbow Dash’s items that led to the better experience. While she knew that was true in part, she also knew that it wasn’t the whole story. This pacifier was hard to suckle, she was struggling to drink the water from her bottle, and she was seriously doubting the protection level this thin pull up would actually provide. All of that was true, and it contributed to her lessened feelings, but she was thinking that it wasn’t what she was missing.

Applejack may get her answer soon enough as she felt the urge to pee well up in her. With a smile she eagerly wet the pull up. As the warmth spread throughout her diaper area, the feeling become stronger, but still something was missing.

Applejack was distracted by a drip rolling down her leg.

“Shoot,” she cursed out loud as she quickly made her way to the bath tub in the bathroom, a trail of wet spots on the carpet marking the path she took. She stood in the tub nervously and continued to let go. The small drop down her leg soon became a steady stream as she finished emptying her bladder. The pull up was soaked inside and out, while Applejack assumed this was partly because that had been the first time she had gone that day, she was disappointed that the pull up only held a little over half of the accident. True one wet wonders she thought to herself as she stepped out of the clammy undergarment.

She quickly put on another pull up, this one absorbing the bit of pee that remained on her skin. She then got to work cleaning up the carpet where she had leaked and the inside of the tub, before thoroughly wiping her right leg that suffered most of the damage.

Though she was annoyed at the failings of the flimsy pull up, Applejack knew that for a brief moment, the feeling increased. Before being shot back down to reality Applejack felt a hint of that internal bliss she had experienced earlier. She knew that her sub par equipment was part of the reason why the feeling wasn’t as strong this time, but it wasn’t the biggest reason, and the biggest reason seemed fairly obvious to her now.

Rainbow Dash. She was the missing component in all of this. Rainbow Dash was there to coach Applejack into a more relaxed state of mind, and she was there to keep Rainbow Dash in that state of mind by taking care of her, and ensuring that she had no reason to be an adult or have adult responsibilities. If she had not been thrown into it like she was, this experience may have even been enough to satisfy the desire she had completely. She needed Rainbow Dash, though, to get the same feeling she had. She couldn’t completely loose herself and let go completely, because a part of her had to be there to make sure she took care of herself, and come back out of it if she needed to.

Applejack buried her hands in her head. She knew already that eventually she would have to talk to Rainbow Dash about this, and that meant revealing that she indeed enjoyed the time the two had spent together, something she wasn’t keen on doing. She knew she would though, the drive to chase that fleeting feeling had brought her this far. She would have to make plans for how she wanted to approach the subject.

In the meantime, Applejack wasn’t going to let the day go to waste. She had planned for a whole day of being little and indulging herself, and she wasn’t going to throw all of that preparation away. She giggled slipping as far into the head space as she could, and she wriggled around mostly naked in her covers as a form of playing, before getting bored and putting on a cartoon movie to watch.

She spent the rest of her little day as well as she could. It wasn’t quite like her time with Rainbow Dash but it was something. She watched more cartoons, drew pictures, and played some childish board games by herself, all while proudly parading around in her pull up, though no one was there to see but her own reflection in the mirror, and though they never leaked again, the pull ups lived up to Applejack’s nickname of one wet wonder, as even the light dribbles she had while playing filled the up almost to capacity, and she had to make frequent stops to change. By the end of the day, she had gone through almost half the package of pull ups, the garbage bag she had set aside for used diapers was almost full.

Eventually her play came to an end. Applejack packed her little things away neatly, before putting on some pajamas and disposing of the incriminating trash bag full of used diapers in the dumpster near her house. Without the distraction of little play time though, Applejack became increasingly anxious about what exactly she would say to Rainbow Dash. It was something she would have to figure out sooner rather than later.

Author's Note

Another chapter for you guys. Sorry for the wait on this one, but I took a little break for the holidays. Also sorry for the shorter than usual chapter. This was actually originally going to be the front half of a chapter, when I finished writing it though, I looked at what I had written and what I was going to write, and decided they would work better as two separate chapters, and I think you'll agree when the next chapter comes out. Stay tuned and as always hope you enjoy.