Apple Bloom's Secret

“Get down here this minute, Apple Bloom!” yelled Applejack. “Crap!” said Apple Bloom as she quickly shoved the wet diaper she was wearing into the trash. “What in tarnation are ya waitin’ for, Apple Bloom? It’s the first day of apple bucking season!” Applejack said, opening the door in a rage. It had always been a chore to get Apple Bloom out of bed before, and it sure wasn’t any easier now. “I know, I know,” said Apple Bloom. “I’ll be down in five minutes.” Applejack closed the door and left. “Whew,” said Apple Bloom. “That was a close one. I ought to be careful when I’m sleepin’ in diapers.” Apple Bloom had always liked diapers, it seemed, and wished to be a newborn foal ever since she was a little filly, crusading for her cutie mark. Those days passed, but Apple Bloom still had the feelings. She never could understand why she felt this way. It just seemed so natural to her. She was always embarrassed about it, however, and had never told anyone, even Scootaloo or Sweetie Belle. Apple Bloom was afraid of her friends’ reactions. What if they called her names and spread her secret? Apple Bloom didn’t want to take the chance.

Apple Bloom rushed downstairs, honoring her words of five minutes. After eating a quick breakfast, she headed out. “Ah got an errand for ya, Apple Bloom,” said Applejack. “Go deliver these apples to Lyra, she’s expecting them at noon.” “Ok,” said Apple Bloom, with a blank look on her face. “Will do.” The fact of the matter was that she was overjoyed. This gave her the perfect opportunity to go buy some diapers.

With a grin on her face and the apples in her bag, Apple Bloom ran off. First she ran to Lyra’s house, delivering the apples right on time. After that was done, Apple Bloom galloped over the bridge and into Ponyville. She saw the drugstore and ran in. Apple Bloom had a plan to get in and out as quick as possible. She used it every once in a while when she replenished her diaper stock. The plan was simple: go to the diaper aisle, buy some Sliphooves, Gallop Maximum Protection, and Snuggles. Buy a Foally size 5 pacifier, a bottle, and some Hoofsons Foal Powder. Buy some lube, for those times where Apple Bloom needed more from her diapers. Then, run to the self checkout and hope nobody sees. Apple Bloom expected her visit to be routine. But then somepony caught her eye.

“Hi Twilight,” said Apple Bloom. “What r’ you here for?” “Oh, nothing,” said Twilight.  “Just my weekly grocery shopping.” Twilight looked suspicious, in that she had her hands behind her back and was sweating profusely. “Whatcha got behind yer back, Twilight?” asked Apple Bloom, her curiosity peaked. “Got something to hide?”