A pacifier bathed in a thin line of sunlight atop the nightstand. The thick curtains veiled most of the rising scarlet sun. Mantra made herself cozy beside her beloved; eyes closed, embrace warm, and her heart racing relentlessly and as one with his. Thump~ Ninety-eight. Thump~ Ninety nine. Thump~ One hun- Mind held back the squirms surging through him; the cold brushing of the foal wipe running around his groin, which then rested itself atop the open diaper he lay upon. The pant was still only secured by its tail tape, as well as completely drenched, yet its colors were untainted. The wipe found its way into the wastebasket over the bedside, its shadow receding along with Mantra’s magenta light from her horn. Being able to navigate a wipe on a sensitive area with her eyes closed is a feat most would be impressed by.

His eyes, with a shadow cast over them, started to give into the countless hours of hard work. His weary body would've put him fast asleep in that instant if a frisky mare didn’t climb on top of him once more.

"Wow, again?"

"Yes. Last time, I promise." Mantra struggled to take her lips away from him in trying to position herself.

"That's what you said the last ten times."

"You're too little to count that high, now shut up and fuck me~" She actually kept track of how many times exactly they went at it. With a spread of her legs, she found her spot once more. This time would be the thirteenth.

"Mind, you've been really quiet today. Tell me what's up."

Snowy kept his gaze on the screen and continued mashing buttons on his controller. Mantra kept her promise, and baby business was usual after that. As soon as she stepped out of the mansion with Azure Burst, Mind's thoughts were a rampaging typhoon now that he was free to talk about something that his caregiver didn’t even give him opportunity to think about before.

"Mind, what's wrong?" Snowy said, his tone much firmer as he let the controller fall out of his hooves. The diaper sported around his flanks wasn’t enchanted like the ones he wore at the carnival the day before; it was white with blue tapes and foalish designs of rattles, blocks, sailboats, hearts, and flowers all over the core.

"I'm sorry, I'm very tired," Mind replied with a scratchy voice, "Mommy kept me up all night with a lot of sex.”

"I really didn't need to know that."

“Hey, you asked.”

Snowy bottled up a spike of anger from Mind’s irritable tone and response. He rubbed his hoof against his temple, but then he realized what his answer meant.

"Wait, so does that mean you remember now?" Waves of his anger struck Mind again before Snowy could even sigh to indicate it. "For fuck's sake, dude. Stop beating yourself up."

"I did some really sick shit to you!” Mind’s head swiveled toward the pegasus with his eyes crowned in furled brows. “You had bruises and cuts on your ass! How can you even bare to look at me!?"

"Stop! Mind, listen to me," Snowy said, his brain setting off a string of fireworks, which Mind recognized as a string that particularly went off defensively, "stop beating yourself up! You're not that pony anymore! That pony never was you to begin with!"

"Snowy, I've been having nightmares."

"Because you constantly keep beating yourself up over shit that you shouldn't be beating yourself up over! This is what you've been doing even before you had mind control!"

"...So what should I do?"

"First off, you’re taking a nap because you didn't sleep a single wink last night. Second, you’re going to get over your shit." Snowy got up and practically dragged Mind to his nursery to help him into his crib. Mind didn't say a word as he was settled in, tucked in by his friend, his tired eyes carrying him asleep fast. Snowy gave a yawn while cursing at it, then climbed into the crib himself and dropped his limp body beside his friend, whose body was now paralyzed in a dream.

It felt like they only blinked, and suddenly new sunlight pierced the nursery window. Pupils were spread wide in the pegasus’ royal blue pools, and mild frustration flared when the situation struck him once more. The pony beside him lay with his eyes barely open. His pupils swayed around each decal. Ninety-eight. Ninety-nine.

“Feel better?”

“A bit.”

"You know I don't say these things to hurt you." Snowy said, rolling over and cuddling close to Mind.

“I know you don’t.”

"You have to talk to Mantra about this. It's not healthy for her to keep you running from it."

"But she won't let me talk to her about it."

"No, you're letting her keep you from talking about it. Mind, I know you like it when she takes control, but she needs to know that babying you all the time is not what you need right now."

"But what if I want her to do that? To just baby me for the rest of my life?" The pegasus then sat up beside him incredulously.

"Do you even hear yourself right now?"

"Yes, and I can even feel what you’re thinking about.” Mind sat himself up as well, leaning his back against the bars and the blue bumper cushioned between them and the mattress. “You’re thinking I’m throwing my life away."

“Because that’s what you’d be doing. You basically spent your whole life trying to be an NP, and now you’re giving up because you fell and broke a leg on your journey. Well, here’s the thing Mind, broken bones heal, and then you get up and keep going.”

“A broken leg and losing my fucking horn are two completely different things.” Tears started to well within Mind’s red eyes, and a short cry broke his breath in tandem with the weight of his guilt forcing itself past his inner dam. “I’ve always used my magic for everything. And I tried so hard to do good with my mind control, but I still let it shape me into an evil prick, and it cost me everything.”

“It didn’t cost you everything.”

“Yes it did; a career I dedicated my life to, magic unlike anypony else’s, every single one of my friends-”

“I am going to slap you if you don’t stop.”

“Snowy, I have horrible hoof coordination. I might as well be a fucking baby.” And upon his promise, Mind was clocked square in his cheek, causing his head to slam into the frame, and his limp body settled into the corner.

“So is that what you’re going to fucking do? Just be a foal for the rest of your life? You were half a semester shy of a bachelor’s degree and you have an encyclopedia of healing spells in your head, and you’re just going to throw it all away?”

“Well, it’s not like I’d be of use to anyone now that everyone in Ponyville and Canterlot hate me.” Snowy then reflexively clamped Mind between his hooves and sat him up to equal level, still gripping him and staring into his eyes.

“Mind, shut the fuck up! That’s a load of horseshit and you know it, and here’s why, and you better listen well so I can finally get it through your thick fucking skull. After I escaped your control, I never wanted to speak to you again and I wanted nothing more to do with you other than to stop you.” Snowy then released his friend and rubbed his temple again, giving Mind liberty to glance away. “After you went missing, I could’ve cared less if you were dead. But I still held onto our pictures as a reminder of one of the best friendships I ever had; I never got rid of them. And when you came back, I realized deep down I wanted that friendship back. A friendship I thought I’d never have again. And I will admit this until the day I die that this whole thing is and always will be the biggest reminder of one of the most valuable lessons I’ve learned in my life: Friendship always prevails because friends forgive each other.”

“In fairness, you’re the only one whose diapers I’ve changed.” Mind wanted to slap himself after saying that; he didn’t even want to make eye contact with the pegasus, and this was something he usually did with Snowy whenever he would say something he didn’t really mean. And he knew, without aid of his reading, exactly what Snowy was going to say.

“Mind, you’re missing the fucking point.”

“Your point is that you, Nightward, and Trust Fall will all forgive me because we’re friends.”

“No, the point is that everypony will forgive you because it does more harm to deny somepony a second chance, and if they don’t forgive you, then fuck whatever they think.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing for shit you didn’t do. I want you to promise me something, Mind.”

“What?”

“Talk. To. Mantra. She can’t baby you to dodge these problems constantly because then it hurts worse every single time you come back to it.”

“Yeah, you’re right. And I know you’re right.”

“I know you know. Now promise me you’ll talk to her.” Mind then brought himself to make stern eye contact with the pegasus.

“I promise, Snowy, that I will talk to Mantra.”

“Good…” The pegasus then flapped his wings to gently carry himself out of the crib and set his hooves to the floor. “Now, explain to me what you meant by ‘feeling what I was thinking about’. I thought your ESP was a spell; not a magical ability.” Mind crawled out of the crib after his friend. “And can unicorns even get abilities?”

“I suppose it’s possible, but I really don’t know for sure. If I had my magic, I’d probably have an answer, but… I really don’t know.”

“Is it still the same?” Snowy asked as he started leading their way out of the nursery.

“Yeah, everything feels pretty much the same; brainwave reading, truthseeing, it’s all still there. Only I can’t shut it off.”

“That actually sounds very irritating.”

“You have no idea, dude.”

That night, Mantra lay in bed with her charge, stroking her hoof through his mane affectionately, her eyes turquoise once more. He had stressed earlier that what he had to say was incredibly important. So instead of asserting her authority as the dominant one in their unconventional relationship, she gave a necessary recess for adult conversation.

"So, is this something you really feel, or did Snowy tell you to say all this?"

"Well, Snowy's not one to give bad advice."

"That doesn’t mean you should do everything he suggests."

"Are you saying Snowy's wrong?"

"No, I'm asking you what you really want. Do you really want to go out there and try to adult then and face your problems?"

“I want to at least have that closure.”

“Well, what good is adulting really going to do for that? I’ve taken you around town a few times and nopony batted an eye at you.”

“I guess I just really want everypony I hurt to know how sorry I am.”

“I suppose we could set up some kind of PSA for you or something.”

“No, I feel like it has to be more personal.” Mantra then gave a thoughtful hum.

“Okay, I’ll have to come up with something for that. But let’s say I did come up with something and it successfully got you your closure, and you were my perfectly happy baby boy. What would you want to do after that?”

"I really don't know." Mind replied. “I wanted to be an NP ever since I mastered my microscopic magical touch, but I don't have my horn anymore. Maybe it's a sign that I should just settle down with you. Afterall, being a baby all the time is one of my greatest fantasies."

"But would you feel like you're missing out not adulting? It’s okay if you do; that’s a common feeling ponies feel with this fetish. You know this, in fact."

"I honestly feel like I've already exhausted my options. I have no magic and I can't go out there and do anything else without ponies remembering what I did. They refrain from saying anything or drawing attention out of staying polite in a public setting, some even accepted that what I did happened.”

“But you feel like they don’t feel what they express.”

“Nopony does in public.”

“Is that really what you think?”

“It’s what I know. Deep down, they know and don’t want anything to do with me.”

“Did you actually feel that with your ESP?”

“Not exactly. When ponies put on a facade in public, their anguish and inner demons are very suppressed and it’s very hard to tell exactly what they’re feeling.”

“Then how do you know that that’s what they feel?”

“Because it’s a logical thing to insinuate.”

“That’s rather cynical.”

“But I at least want them to know that I really regret what I did, even if they don’t forgive and forget.”

“I think,” Mantra gave a breath in thought, “you’re trying to weave a web of hopeless instance that ponies will just forget what you did. Of course nopony’s going to forget, and you know this. You can’t erase what you did and no-one should try to.” In absence to a response from her partner, she carried on with her train of thought. “Why does this all matter to you anyway? You’re an introvert. You’ve always been introverted. Practically everyone with a diaper fetish is introverted.”

“You’re introverted? Could’ve fooled me.”

“Of course I am, you silly colt. When you grow up in a manor full of servants who think you’re a diaper-loving freak-”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Haha, it’s fine, you worry too much. I’m merely mentioning it as rhetoric.” Mantra’s eyes returned to their usual color while she wore a laughter-induced smile. “You silly foal: Even when we’re speaking as adults, you act like I’m going to snap on you.”

“I guess I’m just trying to be polite.”

“Why? Do you think I’m going to spank you again if you misbehave?” Mantra’s eyes then started to flush pink.

“Why?” Mind replied with a smirk and sarcasm thickly laced his words. “Why would I ever think that?” Upon that being said, Mantra slinked down, putting herself a couple of inches below eye level with Mind. Tilting her head upwards to gaze into the stallion’s red eyes, she put a mischievous tone in her voice.

“I bet,” her hoof then snaked itself onto the back of his thigh of his left hind hoof, gently stroking up toward his diaper, now on his sit spot “that if I paddled you right now,” her pink eyes glowed brightly as they gazed into the stallion’s face, which was now apple red, “you’d love every. Single. Second of it.” Her hoof kept gently rubbing his leg, so close to his rear end.

“I- I- I kind of want to rest it for a while. You did do some work on it, after all.” And in that instant, Mind felt a sharp sting on his sit spot, eliciting a squirm, widened eyes, and a short yelp that broke into heavy breathing from the stallion.

“Silly foal. Not everypony needs ESP to tell you’re a bad liar.” Upon Mantra’s horn glowing, Mind felt an even sharper blow to the same area that elicited the same responses in a greater degree. “Did that sting a little better, sweetheart?” Mind only gave a self-stifled grunt in between his heavy breaths, then shortly writhed after feeling yet another one. “Answer my question, little one.”

“Y- yes~ That’s a good spell~” Mind then felt the magic stretching the skin on his sit spot loosen as Mantra’s hoof slowly crawled toward his groin and pressed slowly on the front of his diaper. “I don’t think we’re at this point in the conversation yet~”

“Think of it as an intermission. One ride, I promise.”

Mantra followed through on her promise. Two wipes were magikinetically thrown into the wastebasket beside the bed. Her freshly marigold eyes stared into two blood red pools forming moats around gaping voids.

“I want to go again so bad, but a promise is a promise.” She then taped Mind’s diaper back up while smirking at him, knowing fully well why he was blushing and staring at the reapplied padding with widened eyes. “What’s the matter?”

“You, uhm… Didn’t give me a new diaper.”

“Of course not, silly. This one’s hardly even wet.” Mind still gave her a disapproving face. “Oh come on, you mess yourself twice a day, but a little bit of mare jizz is too much for you?”

“‘Mare jizz’? Really?”

“There are no pretty words for it, sweetheart.”

“How about ‘discharge’?”

“Mind, I’m not two-hundred years old.” The mare then crawled over him and lay beside him once again. “Now, where was I?”

“I don’t remember.”

“I was asking that rhetorically to myself because you’re a baby.” In the midst of his resolution, Mind could only roll his eyes at the remark. “How about I tell you a story, and you tell me one in return?”

“About what?”

“Well, I’ll tell mine first. I think you’ll be able to pick up on the theme.” She cuddled with her charge close, resting his head on her breast. “As I told you before, after my mom died, I inherited the manor, and I’ve lived in it alone ever since. One of these days, I’ll actually give you a proper tour, but I honestly haven’t kept up with keeping every single room in the mansion together. Anyway, I went into a dark place for a while but then I settled back into life again.

“Like most AFDL’s, I desired a caregiver. I didn’t care whether it would be a mommy or a daddy; a caregiver’s love toward his/her foals is not gender specific. When I was fourteen, there was this AFDL penpal list in Ponyville I put myself on. I thought it was sketchy at first, but the ponies who ran it handled all of the postage so that you didn’t have to give your address to strangers; just had to give my name and a little bio. All I put about myself was that I was a filly and that I liked diapers, and I got spammed up to my eyeballs in messages from horny stallions who wanted me to be their mommy.

“My mom had questions about the mail I was getting; I told her it was an Equestria-wide book club, and I even asked for her to get me cheesy romance novels. I even went as far as to read them just in case she asked me more about them, and then I developed a silly habit of reading them ironically.” Her horn then wore a matching glow with a levitating book. Mind recognized it; black with a blank cover. “This one is an autobiography written by a mare in Manehatten who was so smitten with a stallion that she dumped her boyfriend. And then she finds out the stallion wants nothing to do with her, but still desperately tries to get him in bed with her. It has one out of five stars, obviously, but it’s hilarious how her perception of reality is so askew, and it shows in her writing, that certain events that happened aren’t really the way they happened.”

“She sounds like a real champion.” Mantra laughed at his sarcastic quip.

“Anyway, despite the horny colts, I did manage to make a few friends. One of whom I met right here in Ponyville, everyone else I haven’t even talked to in years. That one friend I met was Azure Burst, and it even took me a year of messaging him to give him my trust.

“I attended Azure’s support group for a couple of years, the same one that you and Snowy used to go to. Now keep in mind, I was still a brat at this time. I wanted nothing to do with caregiving, I wanted to be the baby. Azure set up a date where he would baby me. I invited him over to the mansion where I told him my room was set up for a baby’s paradise while my mom was on a trip to the Crystal Empire.

“What ended up happening instead? He showed up and he put me in my place, and not in a kinky way, but in a way that really meant it; a way I really needed it. And in his own collective manner, Azure told me that it’s not right for me to expect something so big from another pony, even one you develop a close relationship with. And I wanted the whole thing, soiled diaper changes included; and then I realized what I was asking was basically the equivalent of sex on the first date.

“At first, I felt disgusting thinking I would so willingly throw myself toward anyone willing to fulfill that fantasy of mine, like an AFDL whore. Azure helped me see that it was perfectly okay to crave attention, and made me feel better by reminding me that I rejected all those horny stallions with empty promises of babying me in return. See, when you first join a fetish lifestyle forum, nopony cares, or they at least pretend to care, but as soon as you tell them you’re a mare- Ooof~”

“And you say I’m the cynical one.” Mind replied with a chuckle.

“But am I wrong?”

“Unfortunately, not entirely.”

“Anyway, Azure set me straight; made me more selfless even. I’d go so far as to say he successfully pulled me out of the dark place that I thought I escaped from before. For a while, I thought I felt something more for him, him being my first real AFDL friend and all, but I soon found that him and I are just too different.

“However, Azure did put me on a better path. He told me how he went from foal-at-heart to caregiver. Sadly, his first time caretaking was with another pony who just wanted to use him for kinky diapering fun, which, as shameful as this is to admit even though I wasn’t fully aware of it at the time, was what I wanted from him as well. I steered away from that path once he told me how awkward and dreadful their session was and that he felt hurt and betrayed by that pony. Azure never really spread gossip or anything, but word did get around, and that stained that pony’s reputation in the AFDL community.”

“What happened during their session?”

“Well, he wouldn’t play with Azure at all. He just wanted to get diapered, changed, and watch movies. He wouldn’t even cuddle. And this pony flew all the way from Baltimare. Oh wait, I forgot a detail~ He messed and then wanted to be jerked off and then changed, and he never mentioned wanting to do that until the actual date.”

“What a champion.” Mind said as he scoffed. “Did Azure actually do it?”

“No, and that pleasantly surprised me. I was afraid he was going to go through with it; you know how he’s, and I mean this in the nicest way, kind of a pushover.”

“This I’m aware of.”

“He drew the line there and kind of just told him to change himself, and then they spent the evening into the next day awkwardly. Honestly, I would’ve kicked that colt out of my house right then and there, with that messy diaper on his flanks, but that’s just me.”

“Of course, that’s very inconsiderate of him. I would never mess in another pony’s company without their consent.”

“But yeah, he was really hurt, and to help him feel better, I proposed to invite him over one evening and just unwind with some movies or something. You know, just hang out like friends. After I set up the movie, I turned around and saw him open a diaper and spread it on the floor, and then he told me ‘We can’t be having puddles on the floor, young lady.’

“Being diapered was one of the best things I ever felt in my life, and then he put me in a hoofed sleeper and put my mane in pigtails. It was all much better than I imagined it being with my new perspective. He then broke out some toys and encouraged me to play with them while the movie ran, but all I really wanted to do was cuddle; not because I felt like I had to show my gratitude, but because I was so thankful and warm that he was willing to do all that for me. And it all made me feel so much better about myself.”

“So Azure was your daddy before he was Snowy’s?”

“I would say, more or less, that he played Daddy just a couple of times. More importantly, He showed me the light of being a caregiver. Through his care alone, I was able to feel the joy he felt when he fulfilled my deepest desires, and then he took me under his wing to teach me what it really meant to be one. It wasn’t just a recreational thing for me, though. All the things about it really sparked with me; I would pleasure myself to the very idea of putting a diaper on somepony and seeing them all cute and cut down to size.”

“So he’s the master and you’re the student?”

“Hahaha. Oh silly, the student surpassed the master long ago. Not to toot my own horn or anything. Azure helped me to believe in myself more too, especially given that my family has the blessing of the Royal Pony Sisters, but that’s a story for another time. With said blessing, I aimed to make Ponyville a better place by making our foal-at-heart lifestyle a commonplace thing. As a lifestyle; not a fetish. But there was a snag; Azure told me about his little, and how his little had a friend who had…” She paused to find the correct words. “More magic than he could properly handle, who was also a foal-at-heart. So I met this colt at his favorite bar and took him home with me to be shown a better path just as I was.”

“You could’ve been killed.”

“Oh come on, don’t get all pouty and guilty.” She then settled her hoof along his diapered rump and rocked him gently. “I was in no danger, and I’m glad I got my hooves on such an adorable, and yet very powerful, pony.” Mind’s guilty frown flipped into a smirk.

“Does it turn you on?”

“Silly colt, I have no idea what- I don’t know why I’m saying that; you know I’m lying.”

“Ha~ I win, Mommy~”

“Sweetheart, there’s no loser. But yes, bringing someone as powerful as you down to size really gets me all bothered.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, Mommy, I’m glad you did and I’m glad you feel that way.”

“You’re such a good boy~” She then affectionately ruffled his mane.

“So, your family is connected to the Royal Sisters?”

“Yes, but like I said, that’s a story for another day. Your turn, sweetie.”

“Oh…”

Mind had to collect himself for a little bit before he could tell his story, not knowing where to start. Sometime recent felt most appropriate.

“I was still in college when it happened. I was half a semester short of getting my bachelor’s degree in science and nursing. I had a microscopically precise touch with my magic since I was a teenager. In college, I made and rediscovered a few spells with this touch; healing, therapy, remedies. But then I woke up one morning and my horn was glowing constantly, and then I figured out it was a mind control spell constantly being cast involuntarily. Snowy tried to help me control it, but I couldn’t. I got expelled, and my dreams of being an NP were shattered. And then I lost my best friend because I took out my anger in a stupid way. I’m sorry, Mommy. As stupid and cliché as it sounds, I can’t really expand on the details; this is a little painful for me to talk about.”

“It’s okay, you got it out at least.”

“It really isn’t. I thought my mind was stronger than that.”

“Everyone has limitations. But your problem is that you still haven’t accepted what happened. You not accepting that in turn makes you not accept everyone else’s forgiveness. So, what I want you to do is tell me everything you did with your mind control spell, and I will tell you that I and whoever else involved forgive you for it.”

“I’m not so sure-”

“Mommy says so.”

"...Okay." Mind replied. He took half of a minute thinking of the order to make his confessions. "Nightward is probably still mad at me for making him lie and put his job on the line. He's part of the Lunar Guard, he works as a wizard; specifically a Defense And Protection Specialist, and one of my old AFDL friends."

"And you know what?" Mantra said. "Mommy forgives you, and your friends will forgive you too.”

"I did that to many other guards too."

"And I’m pretty sure they think nothing of it."

"I held up Patty's shop. I guess word got to her after I visited her shop because I left without arousing suspicion of my power at all… Actually, this was on accident, but I made one of her customers unable to move."

"Patty forgave you as well, remember? What about that one customer?"

“Well, I don’t remember him too well. He was a purple unicorn. I don’t remember much else about him, to be honest. He was sporting a really thick diaper in the shop, so I told him to hold still so I could touch it. I almost didn’t catch the command before he realized it, so he was none the wiser, but still.”

“Well, if he didn’t raise any qualms about having his diaper touched by a stranger in public, I’m sure he’s laid back enough to forgive a genuine accident.”

"That blue stallion who’s dating that mare with the bruise on her leg. I foalnapped him and made him punish himself for abusing her." Mantra’s light chuckle raised his eyebrow briefly.

“That makes two ponies in this room who foalnapped somepony.” Mind smirked against his own will. “So, what did you do to him?” Mantra waited for Mind to respond, only getting a breaking voice that couldn’t form anything coherent. “C’mon, sweetheart. You have to admit it to accept it.”

“I performed experiments on him to test my powers as punishment. And I made him spank himself… A lot…”

"Sweetheart, after what he did to Merry, he deserved worse. That fucker isn’t worthy enough to apologize to, let alone worthy of oxygen.”

“Damn~” Mind said with widened eyes, which sparked cacophonous laughter from the mare beside him. “I mean, you’re right, but damn~” She continued to laugh and held a hoof to her mouth to help stifle it.

“Anyway, continue.”

"I paraded Snowy around with me practically everywhere I went, and I did some unforgivable things to him out of anger."

"It’s okay, Mind. He already told you himself that he forgives you."

"One time, Snowy and I were at a bar, and this one pony was completely hammered. He had Snowy pinned against a wall by his wings and held a broken beer bottle up to him with magic. I threatened to make him cut open his own throat instead."

"Well, the next time you’re at a bar and somepony has a problem with you, or Snowy even, I’ll be there to kick their ass myself.” Mantra replied unhesitantly.

“Well,” he then laughed courteously, “I’m glad to have my mommy in my corner.” His laughter quickly turned into a light groan.

“Uh-oh, what’s the next one?”

"I made Celestia impale her own heart." Mind said, burying his head into a pillow. Mantra pulled him upright and embraced him in a big hug.

"And Mommy sincerely forgives you. And I’m sure the princess-"

"I told Pinkie Pie to shut up forever." Mantra had to pull herself away, failing to hold back her raucous laughter.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. I honestly would love to see a quiet Pinkie, but you know how she is; if something bothers her, it’s only for a while and then she lets it roll off her back.”

"I made a whole Hold 'Em table go all in and then fold."

"Coming from somepony who has money, it’s not the key to happiness. They’ll get over it."

"I once told a stallion to go fuck himself…"

"And Mommy forgives you."

Author's Note

This very dialogue-heavy chapter is one I'm proud of moreso from the psychological aspect. I think it's safe to say that most ABDL's have had a period of self-loathing, guilt, and binge-purge cycles. Thanks to the evolution of the internet, we are blessed to have a quick road to self-acceptance, but we sometimes find ourselves having difficulty getting over other things that might shape us who we are for worse. Here's hoping I did a well enough job to convey that.