Author's Note

AAAAAAHHHHH GUYS IT'S A PREQUEL! So I couldn't just leave "Mommy" alone by itself, so this little number happened. Yay!

Thank You Josh for helping me with this. You're awesome! This one is for you!

And, of course, This is for you Raevyn. Without you, I would be lost. This is for you, my love.

And for all the fantastic readers of "Mommy", This is for you! You guys ROCK!

Enjoy the chapter!

The Beginning Of Something New

Pinkie Pie bounced throughout Sugarcube Corner. It was a beautiful spring day in Ponyville, the kind of day where something magical could be just around the corner. For the pink party pony, She felt like anything was possible. Today, she was the Cakes’ delivery pony, and was preparing to go out and deliver sweets all over town. When the cart was loaded up, she began her trek through Ponyville. There were several birthday parties on the list, along with a few anniversary celebrations and one grand opening of a new shop in Ponyville. She made her way down the list when she finally came to the last stop on the sheet. She came up to a medium sized house near a dead end street. There was no one around for at least a quarter of a mile. Shrugging it off, She knocked on the door. A kindly looking mare wearing a pink apron came to the door, smiling.

“Hiya! My name is Pinkie Pie, and I’m here to-“

“Oh dearie, I already know why you’re here. Come along now. We don’t want to keep everypony waiting.” Said the woman, in a soothing voice.

“Okay!” Said Pinkie, brightly. She followed the mare up the stairs to a door where the sounds of ponies enjoying themselves could be heard through the walls. Pinkie started bouncing up and down in excitement. When the door opened, Pinkie’s eyes grew as wide as saucers at what she saw.

Pinkie looked at the room in wonder. It was an oversized nursery. The crib was in one corner, with a changing table in the other. There was a shiny white rocking horse, a brown toy chest, a tiny white bookshelf overflowing with books, a closet across the room, and adjacent to that was a dresser full of onesies and footie pajamas. There were ponies playing everywhere. Some on the rug playing with blocks, a few in the crib with stuffed animals, and one on a giant rocking horse. When she found the words to speak again, She looked over at the mare. “What is this place?”

The mare chuckled. “Silly Filly. You act like you’ve never seen an adult foal nursery before.”

Pinkie looked confused. “A what?”

The mare’s face fell. “Oh dear. You’re not here for the party, are you?”

“Well sort of. I’m just here to deliver the cake.”

“Oh. I see. I’m terribly sorry for the mix up. We were expecting another guest. I-“

“Don’t be sorry! This is neat! What is it?”

The mare blinked. “You’re not disgusted?”

Pinkie looked confused. “Why would I be? Everypony has different things that make them happy. Who am I to judge?”

The mare smiled brightly. “I wish there were more mares like you in the world. Miss…?”

“Pinkie Pie.”

“Pinkie Pie. My name is Nurturing Love. I’m an adult foal Mommy. And this place is Ponyville’s Adult Foal nursery.”

“Um, Miss Nurturing Love, what exactly is an Adult Foal?”
“An Adult Foal is somepony who likes foalish things, and acting like a foal. It’s an excellent stress reliever.”

“That’s cool!” She said.

“Do you have any questions for me?” Nurturing asked, sensing that the young Mare wanted to know more.

“Why diapers?”

“They make them feel safe. Although it is important to mention that not all adult foals wear them. Some have their foal age set higher, like to four or five. Some wear pull ups, some training pants, some nothing at all. It just depends on your internal age.”

“Where do you find this stuff?” She asked.

“There are several adult foal shops around Equestria. Most are hidden, because many adult foals don’t want to be seen buying supplies. But they do exist. In fact, there’s one right here in Ponyville.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I have just one more question.”

“Ask away.”

“Why are you here?”

A hint of a smile crept at her face. “Let me tell you a story, Pinkie.” She said. “When I was a young foal, all I wanted to do was take care of ponies. I was fillysitting a young foal, and I got my cutie mark. It was the best day of my life. Then, one day, when I was around your age, I had a doctor’s appointment, and I found out something heartbreaking. I found out that I couldn’t have foals of my own. It destroyed me. And for a long time, I couldn’t understand why I was given the cutie mark I had been given. Over time, I got over it, but that question haunted me. It wasn’t until I was in Manehattan one day on vacation and discovered an adult foal store. The shopkeeper explained everything to me, and I thought maybe that was what my cutie mark meant. I explained the situation to the shopkeeper, and he allowed me to work in the shop. I met several foals and a few mommies, and they allowed me into their world. I got to observe them, and the more I saw, the more I felt I belonged there. So when I was given the chance to foalsit for a mommy, I leapt at the chance. It was just the same as foalsitting a regular foal. That was the day I discovered my purpose. I knew that I belonged there as a mommy, so I earned as much money as I could, and opened a nursery. It grew in such popularity that I opened several more all over Equestria. This is the most recent one I opened. And that is how I came to be here.” She said.

Pinkie mulled on her story for a long while, when a cry sounded through the nursery.

“Oh dear.” Said Nurturing Love. “I’m afraid duty calls. If you have any more questions for me, Pinkie, I’ll be here for a while. And thank you for the cake!” She said.

“No problem! Have a great day!” Pinkie said, and made her way out into the street. She grabbed the cart for cakes and hitched up her wagon, musing over what she had said, as she made her way into the rest of the day.