Apple Bloom's Secret

Apple Bloom looked back on her visit with Twilight. It did seem as if she was in a great hurry, she thought. Apple Bloom knew the feeling well. For years, she had been like Twilight when she got diapers. But who knows what Twilight was getting. Whatever it was, she thought, it must not be something she wants anypony else to see.

Apple Bloom tried to shelve that into the back of her mind for the moment. Today, she had the whole house to herself. And she knew exactly how to spend it. Apple Bloom strapped on her diaper, the one with cute teddy bears and building blocks on it. Her favorite. Having done that, she pulled out a bottle with warm milk she had prepared beforehand, and put a pacifier on a string around her neck. This is how Apple Bloom liked to spend her alone time, acting like a foal wearing diapers and using foal items. “Almost forgot mah onesie!” said Apple Bloom to herself as she rushed to her closet to get it out. When the onesie was finally put on, Apple Bloom was ready to start her day as the foal Apple Bloom.

First Apple Bloom drew pictures with some crayons and paper. Her drawings looked like they were drawn by a filly. That was exactly how she liked it. Having grown bored of that after a while, she played with some Lego bricks. She found that she couldn’t think like a foal when she was given something that required intellect. After that, Apple Bloom felt the need to go to the restroom. Apple Bloom almost got up, but then she remembered: she had a diaper on. Without a moment of hesitation, Apple Bloom acted even more like a foal and let loose. She rolled over on the back and patted herself in the crotch, where her diaper was soaked with pee. “This is why ah like diapers,” said Apple Bloom. “Ah love this feeling.”

Out of curiosity, Apple Bloom glanced at the clock. It was 4:55 PM. Apple Bloom had been regressing so much she lost track of time. “Shit, shit, shit!” said Apple Bloom. “Scootaloo’s coming at 5:00!” Apple Bloom figured she had about ten minutes. After all, Scootaloo takes after Rainbow Dash, and she’s late to everything. Apple Bloom rushed to the closet to hide all her foal items. She got rid of everything but the diaper. It wouldn’t come off. The tapes were stuck. “DAMN IT!” screamed Apple Bloom. It was 5:00. Scootaloo would be there any minute. “I’m so dead,” said Apple Bloom. “If I’m going to be found out, I should at least be up front about it. Maybe Scootaloo won’t be as angry that way.” Apple Bloom was afraid. Very afraid. What if Scootaloo turned on her and spread her secret out of spite, because Apple Bloom hadn’t told her earlier? What if all the nice fillies in town wouldn’t be her friends because she liked diapers? And if no fillies wanted to be her friend, how could she ever find a marefriend? Finding a marefriend was high on Apple Bloom’s list.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Oh no,” said Apple Bloom. “This is it. The moment of truth.” She looked through the peephole in the door, and it was definitely Scootaloo. “Here goes nothing.”