Chapters The Beginning Of Something New
Author's Note
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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?”
“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.
Author's Note
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Exploration
Throughout the day, Pinkie worked. She made cakes and cookies, sold things at the front of the shop, and played with the Cake twins. But through it all, her strange encounter with Nurturing Love kept replaying in the back of her mind. Hearing her story had certainly made sense to her, and it had made her think. She looked over at the Cake twins. She saw their carefree play, and how happy they were. What would it be like to be one of them? She felt herself imagining it. She felt a rush of giddiness overcome her. She wanted to know more. She needed to know more.
She went to bed that night with one thought in mind: She had to try this for herself.
She waited until the Cakes and the twins were out for the day, and she was on her break, when she went out shopping. Nurturing Love had said there was a new shop for Adult Foals in Ponyville, and she decided to set out and find it. She decided not to look in the obvious shops, but she did take a look in a foal supply store. No such luck. She thought over what Nurturing Love had said, and then she remembered that the store was new. Then it clicked. Could it be? She sprinted over to the new shop that opened up the day she stumbled upon the nursery. She Opened the door to an ordinary looking shop. When she poked her head inside, she saw shelves littered with adult foal diapers. This was definitely the place. However, she didn’t see any other adult foal supplies. Maybe they were in the back? That made sense. She went up to the counter to see a friendly male stallion wearing a sweater and spectacles with a mustache.
“Good day, miss. Welcome to Foals and Fillies supply store. My name is Helping Heart. How may I assist you?” He asked.
“Hello there! Do you sell Adult Foal supplies?” Pinkie asked.
“We certainly do, Young Filly! How can I help you?” He asked.
“Well, I’m kinda new to this Adult Foal thing. Can you give me a place to start?” She asked.
“I surely can!” He said. He went to one of the shelves behind the counter and pulled out a beige box. “This should be helpful in starting you out.” He opened up the box. “There’s a box of adult foal diapers- mostly with nighttime absorbency to start you off, wipes, powder, rash cream, a pacifier, a few bottles, and a stuffed animal.” He said.
“I like it. Buuuut, can I have a different stuffed animal?” She asked. “I like this one okay, but it just doesn’t scream “me”.” She said.
“You sure can, miss! Take a look at our plushie hall of fame! I’ll let you put in any one you like in your box!” He said. Pinkie eyed the plushies for about a minute before she came across a stuffed alligator that looked a lot like Gummy.
“Oh! Oh! Can I have the alligator? He looks just like my pet Gummy!” She said. He smiled.
“Absolutely! In fact, just for you he’s on the house.” He said. Pinkie Grinned.
“Wow! Thanks!” She said. “How much is the box?”
“That’ll be fifteen bits.”
Pinkie paid with a smile. “Thanks so much for your help!”
“Anytime, miss! Come back if you have any questions for me, okay?”
“I sure will! Thank you!” She said.
“Anytime, Miss!” He called after her.
Pinkie made her way back to Sugarcube Corner, and put the box upstairs in her bedroom under the bed before going down to finish her duties.
When the day wound to a close, Pinkie finished up her chores. She went up to her room and waited until the Cakes were asleep. When she was certain that the house was quiet, Then she went downstairs, grabbed a mug, and heated up some milk. She went back upstairs and pulled out the box from beneath the bed. She grabbed the package of diapers first and stared at them. They looked thick, and very comfortable. She carefully tore the package open, being careful to make as little noise as possible, and picked up the diaper. It crinkled softly, and the sound almost made her giggle. She fished out the powder and slid a diaper beneath herself. It was like laying on a pillow. She put on some rash cream just to be safe, powdered herself carefully, and then taped up the diaper. She wiggled around, trying to get a feel for the new sensation. The soft crinkling was homey to her. There was something about it that made her feel safe.
Remembering the milk at her bedside, she grabbed a bottle from the box and unscrewed the nipple. She poured in the milk and put the nipple back on. Then, she began to drink. She noticed that the milk wasn’t coming out as quickly as she liked, so she used a quill to open the hole a bit more. Then it came out much more easily. She settled into the rhythm of suckling, focused on drawing out the milk inside. She calmed down. When the milk ran out, she grabbed the pacifier from the box, along with her new stuffed alligator, and began to suckle the pacifier as she played with the toy. She imagined herself on an adventure with the Alligator, who she named Glub Glub. They were trekking through a swamp together, Playing in the water. When she felt the need to urinate come over her. She wasn’t afraid though. Instead, she was excited. As she waded through the water, she released her bladder, and felt only warmth. She opened up her eyes from her play and looked down at her diaper. It was yellowed and swollen, but it wasn’t nearly full. For a minute, she lay there, just shifting around. Then, she moved to change herself. It wasn’t fun, but she decided it was worth it. She threw the diaper into the trash outside, and then went back inside, falling asleep with her pacifier in, holding Glub Glub, and thinking one single thing:
This was the best thing she had ever tried.
Author's Note
GUYS IT'S FINALLY BUCKING HERE!
I have been planning this chapter from the start, and I am soooo excited that it's finally here! I'd really like to say I came up with this chapter on my own, but I can't. This chapter was basically inspired by Pinkie Dinky Pie by The Conflicted Writer. If you haven't read it, then GO! DO THE THING! It is ABDL perfection and the story that made me want to write an ABDL Pinkie fic in the first place.
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Caretaking
After that first night, Pinkie grew more fond of ageplay with every passing day. The more she played and indulged herself, she grew even happier than she normally was. Everyone noticed this, including her friends, but they couldn’t pinpoint the change. One such person who saw this change was Mrs. Cake. She too had seen the change in Pinkie, and the curious part of her wanted to know what had caused it. However, there were no clues to be had to show this change.
That, however, changed one day when Mrs. Cake happened to be by her window and saw Pinkie walking into a shop she’d never seen before. When she came out a few minutes later, she was carrying a large box and grinning like mad. Mrs. Cake was one of the few ponies who could tell the difference between Pinkie’s smiles. This one was not the same as the others. She wanted to find out what it was. So when Pinkie was back at her post, and it was time for her break, Mrs. Cake went into the shop she’d seen Pinkie exit, and looked around in curiosity. The shelves were filled with adult diapers, but when she got further in, she saw pacifiers, stuffed animals, empty bottles, and even foal clothes in adult sizes.
“What… What is this place?” She asked.
“What does it look like to you?” Said a voice. Mrs. Cake jumped. She hadn’t realized anypony was there. “Sorry ma’am. Didn’t mean to frighten you. My name is Helping Heart. Can I help you?”
“I’m just a bit confused.” She said. “What is this place?”
“This place, my dear, is a haven for those who wish to regress back to a simpler time. It is a place where all are welcome to come as they are. It is a place free of judgement, and free of fear. It is a place for all ponies who wish to feel taken care of.”
“Um… can you put this in simpler terms?”
“This is a place for everypony who is interested in all things adult foal.”
“Adult foal?” She repeated.
“Ponies who enjoy acting like foals.”
“I didn’t know there was such a thing.”
“Oh yes, it’s quite common actually. More than you think.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I assume from your reaction that you’re not here to buy supplies?”
“Well, no. I… I saw someone I know come in here and I was curious.”
“I take it you know Pinkie Pie?” He said.
“How did you-?”
“She’s been the only one in today.”
Mrs. Cake half smiled. “I suppose that’s not too outlandish.”
“I take it you didn’t know?”
“As far as I know Pinkie hasn’t told anypony.”
“That’s understandable. Most ponies who live this lifestyle don’t tell anypony about it. Usually they’re too embarrassed. The only ones who try and understand their lifestyle are their caregivers.”
“Caregivers?”
“Several foals have a Mommy, Daddy, or sometimes nanny who help them through their journey. They take care of the foal and help give them a sense of safety and security. They provide the unconditional love that helps the foal express themselves.”
“I see…” Said Mrs. Cake, looking pensive.
Helping Heart let her think for a moment, then spoke. “I can sense something troubling you. Would you like to talk about it?”
“When you said they have a Mommy… I thought…”
“So, you’re thinking of becoming her mommy?”
“I… Well…”
“There’s no shame in this. This world is full of love and care. It’s about giving each other happiness.”
Mrs. Cake smiled. “I’m beginning to see that.”
“Do you have any questions for me?” He asked.
“Just one: How do I start?”
Mrs. Cake picked up a box of supplies from Helping Heart and thanked him for his help, and then went back to her home. She asked Pinkie to watch the front while she spoke to Carrot Cake about what she’d seen and experienced. When she’d explained everything, and her feelings, she looked at him, waiting for him to say something. He validated her one hundred percent. Now confident in the path she chose, she just waited for night to fall.
When evening came and the twins were asleep, she knocked gently on Pinkie’s door, holding the box.
Pinkie opened the door. “Oh! Hi Mrs. Cake! Did I forget to wash the baking sheets again?”
Mrs. Cake chuckled. “No, no, nothing like that Pinkie. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute. And I brought you a little present.”
“OOOOOH! What is it? Is it a cake? Or a pie?”
She laughed. “You’ll see. May I come in?”
“Sure!”
Mrs. Cake sat down on the bed and patted the space next to her, which Pinkie eagerly hopped into.
“I have something to show you, Pinkie.” She said. She slid the box over to her. “Open it.”
Pinkie did so with vigor, but froze when she saw the contents. “Huh? What’s going on?” She asked.
“I spoke with Helping Heart in the shop today, Pinkie. And now I understand. This is what’s been making you so happy. I’ve been wondering what that was for a long time, and when I saw you come out of the shop today, I understood. I will never judge you for what you love. And I love you unconditionally. Just like a mother should.”
Pinkie blinked. “Mother?”
Mrs. Cake explained further. “While I was in the shop, Helping Heart explained to me that there are some foals out there who have Mommies and Daddies who take care of them. From the moment he suggested it, I knew what I wanted. I love you, Pinkie Pie. You’re like a second daughter to me. And if You’ll have me, I would love to take care of you and be your Mommy.”
Pinkie’s eyes welled up with tears. “R-Really?”
Mrs. Cake nodded. “Nothing means more to me than seeing you happy. I love you, Pinkie.”
Pinkie leapt into her hooves, crying happily. “I love you too… Mommy.”
Author's Note
Hey guys! Sorry for not posting yesterday, but Hush totally took over my life. I enjoyed writing it so check it out.
I'm totally running out of steam for this, but I will try to keep going.
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Doors
Pinkie Pie snuggled up against her new Mommy, feeling like a whole new world had been opened up to her. This amazing world of safety and love had just become even better because now there was somepony to share it with. Somepony who would try and understand her and her needs as best they could. Her gratitude and joy were overwhelming her, and joyous tears flowed into her mommy’s coat.
“Shhh.” She hushed, calming her down. “Everything is alright now, my precious Pinkie. You’re safe, you’re loved. Everything is fine.”
Pinkie sniffed. “Thanks.”
“Of course.” Said Cup Cake. “Now, how about we get you into one of your new diapers?” She asked. Pinkie nodded, eyes wide. She’d never thought of what it’d be like to have somepony else change her. “Lay back.” She instructed, and Pinkie obeyed. With the swift expert movements of a practiced mother, Pinkie was changed in a flash. Pinkie moved around, making crinkling sounds with her diaper. Somehow it was even better feeling because someone else had changed her.
“Thank you.” She said. Cup Cake smiled.
“My pleasure.” She said. She gently popped a pacifier into Pinkie’s mouth. “Would you like me to sing to you before you get to bed?” She asked.
Pinkie nodded happily.
“I have always dreamed about it
There aren’t words to say how I’m feeling
When love comes
Now my heart is filled and sighing
When love comes
And I will spend every day
When love comes
When love comes
She smiled when she saw Pinkie asleep. She gave her Glub Glub and watched her to cuddle him. She gently kissed her on the forehead, and then went to go to bed herself.
Pinkie woke up the next morning and saw sunlight streaming through the window. Her door opened and Mrs. Cake poked her head inside.
“Good morning, darling.” She said.
“Morning, Mommy!” She cheered. She shifted in her seat, and Mrs. Cake smiled.
“Looks like somepony needs a change.” She said, and began quickly changing her out of her diaper and cleaned her up. She finished changing her, gave her a kiss, and then began her day. She fixed French toast for breakfast, knowing it was Pinkie’s favorite, and made sure to put lots of syrup, powdered sugar, and whipped cream with chocolate sprinkles on Pinkie’s. While Carrot fed the twins, Mrs. Cake took the time to feed Pinkie hers, laughing at how like a foal she was. When Pinkie was done, Mrs. Cake cleaned up the kitchen, and both she and Pinkie went about their days.
Pinkie was even bouncier than usual, glowing with happiness at the knowledge that she had a mommy now. Her friends noticed the difference right away, but put it off as her having too much sugar. They were partially correct.
That night, Pinkie and Mrs. Cake took all of Pinkie’s foal supplies and put them into a spare room. They eventually hoped to convert it into a nursery for her. They kept the door locked and slowly added to it over time. But all through that time, the door remained locked.
When Rainbow Dash came upstairs to visit with Pinkie on a whim, she was going to use the upstairs bathroom which she hadn’t seen before. Mrs. Cake told her that it was on the left. The first door she tried was locked, so she tried the next one. Bingo. When she was done, she went to Pinkie’s room to plan pranks together.
As Rainbow planned some pranks with Pinkie, her thoughts wandered back to the first door she tried. Now she understood why people locked certain doors when company was around. However, she himself was unexpected company, and the door was still locked. It puzzled her. She wanted to ask her friend about it, but somehow it felt like going too far to pry into her life that way. Normally such a thing wouldn’t have bothered her in the least, but it wasn’t just Pinkie in the house. For all she knew, it could be a room for Mr. and Mrs. Cake to use for some private activity. Her mind was running around like mad, trying to figure out what could be behind that door. As they went up and into Ponyville, Pinkie was quick to hop in front of her and get on with her day, but Rainbow followed at a slower pace. She was hiding something. Of that much she was sure. But what did she have to hide? They all knew about her Party Planning cave. What could be more secretive than that? She wasn't sure. She was, however, certain of one thing:
She had to figure out what was behind that door. She just had to. And she would do whatever it took to find out.
