A Pair of Foals

With a groggy yawn, Cheerilee slowly began to wake up. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the flickering afterimages of her pleasant dream were still there, bringing a smile to her face. Pulling back the covers, Cheerilee looked down at the diaper she was wearing and pressed a hoof into the soft padding.

“Dry…” she muttered, giggling to herself. She had never been a bedwetter before, so why start now just because she was wearing a diaper?

Stretching her still half asleep limbs, Cheerilee climbed out of bed and trotted over to the window. Judging by the position of the sun, she guessed that she had only been sleep for about two hours, and yet she felt more rested then she had ever been from a full night’s sleep. She definitely felt lighter, like a huge weight had finally been lifted off her shoulders.

Wiggling her rump, Cheerilee couldn’t help but giggle to herself at the telltale crinkling sound she made. She felt rather silly, but in a good way unlike before, amused at how something so simple could bring her such joy. Slowly walking around the room, Cheerilee’s amusement only increased with each crinkle of her diaper.

A light knocking against the door caused her to pause mid-step. “Cheerilee?” she heard Big Mac say through the door.

“Come in,” she replied back.

Pushing the door open, Big Mac trotted into the room. He was still wearing his dress from before, but Cheerilee noted that he seemed to have taken the time to apply some makeup given the hint of blush and eyeliner she could spot on his face. “Ah, I thought you might be awake. Did you enjoy yer nap?”

Cheerilee nodded, adding with a chuckle, “Slept like a baby.”

Big Mac chuckled as well. “That’s good to hear. Now that yer well rested, ya hungry?”

Thinking about, Cheerilee realized that she did in fact feel a bit hungry, having not eaten anything since lunch. “A little…”

“Yer in luck, then. I was just about to make dinner. Wanna come downstairs with me, or would you prefer to stay up here and play?”

Offering his hoof to her, Cheerilee hesitated for a brief moment before reaching out and grabbing his hoof with her own, letting herself be led downstairs. As Big Mac carefully helped her traverse the staircase. Cheerilee caught sight of Sugar Belle sitting at the kitchen table, scribbling something down onto a piece of paper with a crayon. The other mare was now dressed in a purple onesie with adorable frills around the legs and bottom. Judging by the noticeable thickness around her rump, Sugar Belle was still as thickly diapered as before.

At the sound of creaking steps, Sugar Belle glanced up from what she was doing, smiling from behind the pacifier in her mouth as she caught sight of Big Mac and Cheerilee. “Nana! You’re back! I missed you!”

“Silly baby, Nana was only gone from a moment! And she brought a friend with her for you to play with.”

“Yaaaay!” Sugar Belle cheered, clapping her hooves happily for a moment before going back to whatever it was she was doodling.

Pulling out a chair for Cheerilee, Big Mac helped the padded mare up and onto the seat until she was sitting comfortably, her diaper acting almost like a pillow. “Now, you two play nice while Nana makes somethin’ to fill yer happy tummies with!”

While Big Mac went over to start preparing dinner, Cheerilee looked across the table at Sugar Belle. “What ya drawing?”

“Nothin’…” Sugar Belle replied, the pacifier in her mouth causing her slightly slur her words like the big foal she was. “Want ta join me?”

“Sure!” Cheerilee replied, grabbing a piece of paper and a blue crayon to start. However, as she put crayon to paper, Cheerilee realized she had no idea what she wanted to draw. Funny how many times she had tasked her students with drawing up imaginative works for different assignments, and yet now Cheerilee found herself drawing a blank. Hoping to get some kind of idea, Cheerilee glanced over at what Sugar Belle was currently engaged with.

Except… Sugar Belle hadn’t been fibbing when she’d said she was drawing “nothing”, since all Cheerilee could see on her page was a seemingly random assortment of coloured blobs that didn’t resemble anything. And yet, Sugar Belle’s face was scrunched up in deep concentration, sucking away at her paci without a care in the world as she doodled away like a…

… Like a foal. Cheerilee felt like slapping herself for not realizing it sooner. Foals didn’t care about what they drew, they just doodled whatever came to mind without caring about how it looked, with every piece being a unique work of art every time. With this new bit of knowledge, Cheerilee once more put crayon to paper and just let her mind wander as she began to draw. More than once her adult mind tried to find form or logic in the blobs and shapes dotting the piece of paper, but every time Cheerilee would just push that part aside as she continued to doodle, having far to much fun to bother with something like silly colour composition or trying to stay within the lines.

“Dinner’s ready!”

The sound of Big Mac’s voice suddenly snapped Cheerilee out of her trance, blinking in confusion at the realization at how much time must have passed since she started drawing. Looking down at the paper in front of her, she was flabbergasted at the sheer mess of colours and shapes that had been haphazardly arranged in all that time.

I… I did all that?

“Oh, my. What a lovely drawing!” Big Mac remarked as he set the crayons and remaining paper aside for now. “I’d hate to get in the way of such amazin’ artists, but it’s food time now.” Taking great care in setting the drawings the two mares had made into a pile, Big Mac set three plates onto the table, each one piled high with spaghetti covered in rich marinara sauce. “Now, Nana knows just how messy foals can get when eatin’, so she made sure to come prepared.” Going over to Sugar Belle first, Big Mac carefully tied a large bib onto the unicorn before moving on to Cheerilee. He lingered for a moment longer, holding up the bib as if to ask Cheerilee if she was alright with it. When she didn’t refuse him, he tied the bib onto her as well before taking a seat between them.

Sugar Belle wasted little time in digging in, grabbing a hooffull of spaghetti and shovelling it into her mouth. Big Mac just laughed at his rambunctious foal as he began to eat using his fork. Cheerilee just sat there, staring at the plate of food in front of her as she debated with herself on how to go about this. Big Mac had provided her with a fork, so she could feed herself like an adult if she wanted to. Alternatively she could eat with her hooves like Sugar Belle was doing, so that was also an option.

“Somethin’ wrong?” Big Mac asked when he noticed Cheerilee had yet to touch her food. “Didn’t you say you were hungry? Or perhaps… do you want Nana to feed you yer food instead?”

Presented with this possible option, Cheerilee couldn’t deny how tantalizing having Big Mac feed her would be. And not in any kind of romantic sense at that, but in a caring sense. “Would you? P…Please?”

Big Mac smiled. “Of course, sweetie.” Putting his fork down, Big Mac picked up the one he had given Cheerilee and twirled a generous supply of pasta into it. “Now, open wide…”

Doing as she was told, Big Mac began to feed Cheerilee, waiting for her finish one mouthful before offering her another. It wasn’t long before the pair got into a rhythm, with Big Mac eating some of his own pasta while he waited for Cheerilee to chew and swallow.

Before long the three of them had finished their dinner, each one now having a belly filled wth yummy pasta. However, neither Cheerilee nor Sugar Belle had escaped getting sauce on themselves, or in Sugar Belle’s case hadn’t even tried.

“My, my my! Such messy foals you two are!” Big Mac said with a smile as he picked up their plates and carried them over to the sink for later, returning with a damp washcloth. Seeing as how Sugar Belle was clearly the messier of the two, he started with her, beginning the process of wiping spots of sauce out of her coat.

“Na-Nana stop!” Sugar Belle said between giggles. “Tha-That tickles!”

“Almost done… There! All clean!” Pulling the washcloth back, Big Mag leaned over and planted a kiss on Sugar Belle’s forehead. “Now, can Nana trust you to be good girl and go play while she takes care of yer friend?”

“I’m a good girl, Nana! Promise!” Giving Big Mac a quick kiss on the cheek, she practically leapt out her chair as she raced off towards the living room to go play.

As Big Mac walked back to the sink to wash the now dirty washcloth, he glanced over at Cheerilee for a moment. “How ya feeling’? I’m not bein’ overbearin’, am I?

Cheerilee shook her head. “No, you’re doing a wonderful job.”

“That’s good ta hear. While I’m happy y’all seem to be more open to bein’ treated like a foal now, I don’t want to go and overwhelm ya again. If’n ya ever want to stop, don’t hesitate to let me know right away.”

“Don’t worry, I wil– Eeep!” Cheerilee jumped a little as the wet cloth was pressed against her cheek. Compared to Sugar Belle she had only gotten a few spots of sauce onto her, meaning it took far less time to clean her up. “Um… Big Ma–, I mean…. Nana?”

Big Mac paused as he walked over to the sink again, turning to look at Cheerilee. “Yes?”

“I… I was wondering… I mean, if it’s not too much trouble…” Cheerilee twiddled with her hooves as she tried to get her thoughts together. “If… if I could ask you for a… a favour?”

“Anythin’ for one of Nana’s foals.”

“Well… I…” Here goes… “Could… Could you maybe treat me like… like I’m Sugar Belle’s sister?”

Big Mac was silent for a moment before he smiled at Cheerilee, tossing the washcloth into the sink before trotting over and running his hoof through Cheerilee’s mane. “I would be happy too. Now, I think we’ve left yer sister alone for long enough, how about we go check on her so the two of you can play together?”

Smiling, Cheerilee nodded her head before allowing herself to be helped down from her chair and lead into the living room. As the pair approached, they could already see Sugar Belle happily playing with her toys, stacking up coloured blocks to make a tower before knocking them over and starting again.

“Sugar Belle!” Big Mac called out him and Cheerilee came closer. “I brought yer sister for you to play with!”

Without skipping a beat, Sugar Belle turned towards the pair and began clapping her hooves in excitement. “Yay, Sis is here!”

Waddling over to Sugar Belle, Cheerilee dropped down onto her padded rump next to her new sister. “What you doing?”

“Playing with blocks!” Sugar Belle replied. Picking up a red rectangular block, Sugar Belle carefully placed it onto the top of the tower she was already in progress of making. “Now you try!”

Following Sugar Belle’s lead, Cheerilee picked up a nearby green cylinder shaped block and placed it gently on top of the one Sugar Belle had placed. She held her breath when the tower seemed to wobble for a moment, looking like it was about to topple over completely, before becoming still once more, allowing her to breath a quick sigh of relief.

“Yay, you did it!” Sugar Belle remarked happily. “Good job, Sis!”

Despite how simple the action had been, Cheerilee still felt a sense of accomplishment at what she had done. And so, the pair continued taking turns stacking the blocks up one after the other, coming to an unspoken agreement that were going to try and make it as tall as possible. Before long the tower had grown tall enough that they had to stand on the tips of their toes to reach it, pushing out their thickly diapered rumps as they did so.

Big Mac watched all this from the couch, content to fade into the background as he occupied himself with another crossword book, making sure to also keep a close eye on his two rambunctious foals as they played, ready at a moment’s notice if either of them needed his help.

Eventually, the steady supply of blocks finally ran dry as the two mares had managed to construct a tower even taller then themselves, though it didn’t stay for long as the pair joined forces to knock the tower down, devolving into a fit of giggles among the sea of toppled blocks. Once their laughter had died down, they had grown bored with the idea of building another tower and instead moved onto a ring stacking toy. First they took turns setting the rings back in order, then in reverse order, and finally placing the rings back at random. Before long, the simple stacking toy had been turned into a game of ring toss, loud cheering filling the cabin whenever one of them managed to actually sink one of the rings onto the base.

Distracted by their game, neither mare noticed that Big Mac had snuck up behind him until he put a hoof to each of their diapers, causing both Cheerilee and Sugar Belle to jump slightly as he checked their diapers.

“Still dry…” He muttered to himself as both mares blushed from having their diapers checked in such a way. “You two must be thirsty after all this playtime. Luckily Nana has just the thing to help.” And indeed, Big Mac had already seen fit to prepare two bottles of milk, one for each of his foals. He smiled as both mares grabbed the bottles without so much as a moment of hesitation and began to suckle from them like hungry foals. Indeed, both mares had become so deeply ingrained into the simple mindset of a foal that anyone looking in on the scene would be forgiven for mistaking them as anything more than a pair of very big foals being cared for by their loving Nana.

In that moment, Cheerilee was in Adult Foal heaven. All the times she had spent playing alone in the comfort of her own home couldn’t compare to the sensations she was feeling. The incessant voices in the back of her mind that usually accompanied her indulging in her desires had ceased, drowned out by the feeling of bliss in knowing that not only did she now have a loving Nana to look after her, but she had gained a friend –No, a sister– in Sugar Belle who not only shared her interests, but with whom she knew deep down would never reject her for these feelings and she could feel safe in indulging those feelings with.

And so, Cheerilee continued to suckle down milk until her bottle finally ran dry. Though saddened slightly by the loss of her bottle, Cheerilee quickly perked up again when she went right back to playing with her new sister, devolving into cacophony of happy foalish giggles. And later, when she would feel a slight twinge in her bladder, Cheerilee would barely think twice before relieving herself into her diaper, knowing in the back of her mind that it was there specifically to keep foals like her from making puddles on the floor.

Later, when Nana would come to check her diaper to find it wet, Cheerilee would act surprised, having been so lost in having fun that she had truly forgotten that she had even wet it in the first place. Of course, she would feel safe in knowing that Nana was there to change her into a fresh diaper, tickling her belly just to hear her laugh as he powdered her up and slid a new diaper under her bottom.

And while she knew that eventually all this would have to come to an end and she would have to go back to being a responsible adult, for now Cheerilee was content in knowing that she could live out the time she did have to its fullest as the happy foal she had always fantasized about being. Just her, Nana, and Sis, all together as one strange, but none the less happy family.

For in that moment, Cheerilee knew in her heart that her dreams had finally come true.