Author's Note

Just a quick heads up here folks. This chapter WILL contain a messing scene! So if that's a deal breaker for you I suggest you click elsewhere. If you choose to stay, you do so at your own discretion.

This chapter marks the end of Act 2, but there's still one more act to go. And I hope you'll agree that I've saved the best for last. Something that no Pinkie Pie padded fic has really done as far as I know.

As for the lullaby, it draws inspiration from this fan comic. It's been quite a while since I've seen anyone use it, and I'm not the most original at coming up with lullabies.

How Pinkie Got Her Name

The very next day, Cloudy and Igneous arrived at Sugarcube Corner by the time Pinkie had finished breakfast. Maud had already arrived and was currently upstairs, checking on Pound and Pumpkin Cake.

Mr. and Mrs. Cake smiled as they greeted Pinkie's parents. "Thanks again for agreeing to this," Mr. Cake told them. "Pinkie shouldn't be too much trouble, just make sure to keep an eye on her."

Mrs. Cake then said to Pinkie. "Now Pinkie, you be nice to your other mommy and daddy. Don't think you can get away with things you couldn't get away with under us. That means no trying to get into the cookie jar, and no playing with sharp objects."

Pinkie giggled even as she blushed a bit. "Don't worry, Mommy, I'll be the bestest big foal ever!"

Mr. Cake cooed as he came over and gently stroked Pinkie's mane. "I'm sure you will be, Pinkie," Then he said to his wife. "Come on, sugar plum, we'd better get going. Don't wanna be late."

"Bye Mommy, bye Daddy!" Pinkie happily waved goodbye to the Cakes until they were out of sight. Soon, she was alone inside Sugarcube Corner with her biological parents. Despite what had happened yesterday she was still a little bit anxious about being alone with them. This was uncharted territory. She had no idea what to expect. How far would Igneous and Cloudy go with her in her little state? How much of a foal would they allow her to be?

The pink party pony didn't have to wait long to find out.

Cloudy soon approached her daughter and looked her all over. "Pinkamina, what arest thou doing without thy's protection? Did thy's caretakers neglect to put you in your diapers?"

Pinkie blushed bright red at how straightforward her mother was with the role playing, she already seemed to be treating the party pony like she was not even two years old. "I guess they were in such a rush that they forgot."

Igneous simply replied with a playful shake of his head. "We hadst better rectify this problem before thou suffers an accident upon the floor. Clearly, thou is not properly trained yet."

Cloudy then led Pinkie away by the hoof with Igneous following. The three made their way up to Pinkie's bedroom in silence, speaking not a word until they arrived. "Igneous, thou will fetch the diapers for our foal, will thy not?" Cloudy asked upon arrival.

Igneous didn't respond with words, he simply trotted over and picked up the package of Silly Filly adult diapers that lay scattered upon the floor. He also picked up the changing supplies, bringing them to Cloudy's location as Pinkie lay upon the bed.

Despite it having been years since she'd even touched a diaper, let alone put one on, Cloudy was able to fasten it around Pinkie's rump with practiced precision. And she took the liberty of sprinkling in some foal powder, laughing as her daughter let out a cute sneeze upon accidentally inhaling the strong scent of cornstarch. "'Tis just like when thou were little, Pinkamina," Cloudy commented as she helped her diapered daughter to stand. "Why, it feels if though I hast traveled back in time to when thy and Marble were but little foals. Thou always did enjoy running around the rock farm with nothing on," Then she pulled out a brush and a comb. "However, there is one detail that needs to be corrected."

Pinkie groaned and folded her hooves in a pouting motion, she knew what was coming and she didn't like it at all. "Mom, my mane is fine! You don't need to restyle it." She protested.

Cloudy sternly replied. "Pinkamina Diane Pie, do not protest. Let thy's mother take care of this. It will only be for as long as thou arest in my care. It is but a mane styling, no need to worry," She popped a sky blue pacifier into her daughter's mouth. "Here, suck on this and let thy's worries melt away."

Reluctantly, Pinkie obeyed, letting the pacifier bob up and down in her mouth. She had plenty of childhood experiences that could readily attest to what would happen if she disobeyed her mom. Cloudy and Igneous were far from strict and overbearing parents, after all they had not only let Pinkie leave the rock farm, but also allowed Maud to go away to pursue her rocktorate. But all the same they did not hold back when it came to discipline and punishment. They were not afraid to use methods that most ponies no longer used when raising their foals. And the pink party pony had no desire to find out what they would do if she chose to continue putting up a fight.

Cloudy set to work on combing and brushing Pinkie's mane, styling it so that it would look just like it had before that fateful Sonic Rainboom that had left it stuck in that poofy, upright position. However, a mere second after Cloudy had finished her work, she watched as her daughter's mane poofed right back to the way it had been before. Undeterred, Cloudy tried again, and again, and again. But the result was the same every single time, no matter what she attempted.

Through the pacifier, Pinkie apologized. "Sorry, Mom. My mane only goes flat if I get depressed. Believe me, I've tried to stylize it into something else, but it never wants to cooperate. It has a mind of its own. Probably explains why it's such a good hiding place for so many things."

A frustrated and frazzled Cloudy gave up a moment later. "It seems thy's mane does not want to be styled."

Igneous reassured his wife by putting a hoof around her. "'Tis okay, my darling Cloudy. For as my father and his father before him hast spoken 'Tis not the mane that makes the pony, tis the pony that makes the mane'," Then he turned to his diapered daughter. "We shall simply have to overlook the state of thy's mane, Pinkamina. We hast done so before, and thus shall we do it again."

The diapered mare just replied with a nod, suckling away on her pacifier.

For roughly an hour after that, Pinkie happily played away while her parents watched her. It was a little bit harder for her to slip into her natural little self around her parents, but somehow she managed.

Not content to be on the sidelines for the whole day, however, Cloudy and Igneous soon hatched a plan to join in on their padded daughter's playtime. Igneous approached Pinkie while she was in the middle of playing with some blocks, standing over her with a rare grin upon his face. He reached out a hoof to touch her muzzle. "Got thy's nose!" He teased.

Happy to play along, Pinkie made a series of grasping motions as though her dad had actually stolen her nose. Igneous made sure to hold his hooves up to where Pinkie couldn't jump up and reach them.

Pinkie focused so much on this that she failed to notice (or she did and intentionally took no notice) as her mom slowly crept up behind her, tackled her, and rolled her right onto her back. "I have got thou!" Cloudy proclaimed as she stood triumphantly over her diapered daughter. "Now, prepare thyself for the tickles!" She immediately lowered her snout to Pinkie's stomach and blew hard.

"N-no fair! You had me outnumbered!" Pinkie laughed and kicked while rolling around, howling in delight.

"And whoever says grown ups have to play fair, Pinkamina?" Igneous teased. "Thou should know this by now."

The diapered mare couldn't argue with that, especially since she was too busy laughing to gather her thoughts. So it was a blessing when her mom finally ceased the tickling and allowed her to stand and catch her breath.

Not long after that, the familiar rumbling in Pinkie's stomach told her that it was probably time for lunch. And her parents seemed to agree.

Once again, Cloudy led the way in silence with Igneous following close behind and Pinkie bringing up the rear, her diaper crinkling audibly the whole time. Good thing Sugarcube Corner wasn't open today.

Along the way, the trio happened to bump into Maud. She briefly took notice of her sister's state of appearance, but only replied with a short "You look cute." before she disappeared back into the nursery.

At last, Pinkie and her parents reached the kitchen. After having a bib tied around her neck, Pinkie was led into the nearby dining room to sit down at the table, her diaper compressing and crinkling anew as she did so.

"Tis a shame we don't have soup," Cloudy commented. "Then we could make my special rock soup recipe."

"Foal food will have to do, Cloudy," Igneous encouraged. "For we want our little pie to grow up big and strong just like thy's parents. Right, little one?"

Pinkie nodded as she removed her pacifier, which Igneous picked up and went to wash.

Cloudy, meanwhile, opened the fridge in the kitchen and scooped up several jars of different flavored foal foods. She soon settled on three different flavors to feed her little one: Pureed Banana, Strawberry Surprise, and Mashed Peas.

Cloudy brought all three jars to the dining room table, along with a plastic spoon for each one. She then sat down in the seat immediately to her daughter's right. "Now Pinkamina, I hope thou willst cooperate with thy's mother for feeding time. For if thou does, thou shallst receive a bottle afterwards."

The diapered party pony licked her lips. The only thing that was more rewarding than foal food (aside from Mashed Peas, that was just downright yucky), was a delicious bottle of warm milk. She obeyed without hesitation, opening up her mouth as wide as possible and preparing for the first spoonful of foal food.

"Good, Pinkamina," Cloudy happily encouraged. "Prepare for the arrival of the choo choo train!"

Spoonful after spoonful of flavored foal food found its way into Pinkie's mouth over the next several minutes, and she swallowed every spoonful with little hesitation. Only a couple of times did she gag, and that was only when her mom fed her Mashed Peas. But the mare convinced herself it was all worth it for that bottle. "It'll totally wash away the taste. There won't be a trace of that yucky stuff in my mouth afterwards." She thought to herself.

Cloudy kept on feeding Pinkie, and the party pony continued to obey. Her tummy quickly began to fill up, and by the time it was done she felt nice and full.

Cloudy seemed to smile as she used a wet rag to wipe down her diapered daughter's face. "Thou always were a messy eater, Pinkamina. It seems that has not changed despite thy's living arrangements."

Igneous just grinned as he got up from the table. "Well, since our daughter behaved herself well for feeding, we shallst honor the deal we made with thou," He told Pinkie. "Thou willst soon receive a savory bottle of warm milk for thy's efforts, a most deserved reward."

Pinkie clapped her hooves together! "Yay! Baba!" She cheered, shifting her weight on her padding and causing it to crinkle anew.

The bottle was prepared a short time later, Igneous recalling from experience how he'd used to heat up his daughter's bottles and had to take extra care when feeding them said bottles, least they break them with their super strength and spill glass shards onto the floor. "Here you are, Pinkamina. One bottle just for thou." Igneous declared as he offered it to his thirsty daughter.

Pinkie grasped the bottle carefully with her hooves and started to suckle on its rubber nipple once it was inside her mouth. The party pony almost didn't notice as Cloudy trotted over, lifted her daughter from her seat, and sat Pinkie over her lap. A slow but steady rhythm could be heard, as Pinkie shut her eyes in bliss and listened to her mom's heartbeat in time to the flowing of milk from the bottle.

As she drank, the mare seemed unaware of a growing twinge in her bladder. All of a sudden, a faint hissing sound could be heard as she felt her diaper start to swell up and grow warmer. But she was too relaxed to do anything about it, she didn't want to get up at all. So she just kept drinking as the hissing continued and her bladder emptied itself. Only when the bottle was empty did she even bother to open her eyes.

"Did thou enjoy thy's bottle, Pinkamina?" Cloudy asked her daughter. "It had a special ingredient in it. Crushed rocks."

Pinkie was more than a little surprised. "Why would you put that in there, Mom?"

"To help your teeth grow up to be big and strong. I would put small samples of crushed rock into your bottle from the day you got your baby teeth," Cloudy explained. "It is a Pie family tradition. Surely, you have wondered why we are strong enough to crush rock with our very teeth?"

"I just assumed that was our earth pony magic," Pinkie replied, before she let out a belch. "Oopsie, excuse me."

Igneous and Cloudy both chuckled as Igneous told his daughter. "Thou is excused, Pinkamina," Then he inspected the padding with a hoof, not surprised to discover it a fair bit soggy. "It seems thy's bladder relieved itself, Pinkamina. We hadst better get thou changed, lest thou should get a rash."

But Pinkie shook her head as she finally looked at her diaper. "It's not that bad, I'm just a little wet. I'll be fine for a couple of minutes."

Cloudy was not convinced. "Tis not up for debate, Pinkamina. Thou needs to get changed. I will not have thou getting a diaper rash."

And so it was that a reluctant Pinkie once again made her way upstairs. She knew from experience that her diaper could hold so much more, and that a few minutes of playtime when it wasn't even half full after a wetting wasn't going to hurt anything. Alas, she was not the foalsitter, she was the foal. And as part of the treatment, she had to agree to the terms of whoever her caretakers were. If her parents said she needed a change, there was little she could do to argue otherwise.

Suddenly, mid-route to her bedroom nursery, Pinkie felt an odd and ominous sensation in her stomach. It took her a moment to realize what it meant. It was a rumbling, but there was no way she was hungry after she'd just been fed. Her blue eyes widened in horror upon realizing what that meant! "Uh-oh! I forgot what crushed rocks always did to me!" She exclaimed and broke away from her parents!

Frantically, the party pony rushed down the hall to the bathroom! She tried the door only to find it locked! She proceeded to frantically pound on the door. "Let me in!" She pleaded in desperation!

From the other side of the door, it was possible to make out the sound of flowing water and giggles. Soon came a reply. "I'm giving the twins a bath," The voice of Maud called back. "You'll have to wait, Pinkie. I'm almost done."

"I can't wait that long!" Pinkie protested as she continued to knock and tug on the door! "Please, Maud, you gotta let me in! I really REALLY have to go!"

"Just use your diaper, Pinkie. Mom and Dad can change you," Maud replied. "It's not like they haven't done so before."

"But Maud-" Pinkie began, only to be cut off as she felt her tail hike upwards and her body start to take on a mind of its own! She just stood there in horror as the whole process happened, and a strong stench of manure started to fill the air. At least nopony was around to see her doing this, not that it made her feel any better.

Cloudy and Igneous arrived on the scene just as Pinkie had finished. The source of her distress was easily smelled, but considering they had raised and potty trained four foals it most certainly didn't bother them as it might've an inexperienced foalsitter.

Their daughter seemed to be quite displeased by what she had done. She was all but sobbing as she stood outside the bathroom door, her mane and tail had fully deflated and her coat color seemed to have dulled a little. Now she looked not unlike the way she had before the Sonic Rainboom had filled her life with joy.

Fortunately, her parents were by her side in an instant, helping her to stand. "Tis okay, Pinkamina. Sometimes accidents happen." Cloudy reassured her troubled daughter.

"And when it does, that just means we have a stinky pie to change to get our sweet smelling pie back." Igneous added in a sympathetic tone.

"Come on," Cloudy encouraged, slowly leading her daughter away from the bathroom. "We were already going to change you before this. Tis probably best you did it now rather than later, you would have wasted a perfectly fresh diaper."

It wasn't long before Pinkie was back up in her bedroom, this time laying down on a towel while her parents set to work on changing her again. All that was different this time was that she had a messy diaper, but to her it felt like a world of difference. She'd been hesitant to do such a thing around the Cakes for good reason. Never would she have imagined that she would end up accidentally doing it with her parents around.

Cloudy and Igneous, for their part, worked as fast as lightning to get the change done (no doubt motivated by the smell). Cloudy untaped the old diaper and without even looking at it after it had fallen bailed it up, tossing it into a bag for disposal later.

Meanwhile, Igneous grabbed some wet wipes and went to work. He moved quickly but gently back and forth until he was absolutely certain his daughter's coat was spotless once again. Then he tossed the used wipes into the same bag as the old diaper.

Cloudy finished the job by securing a new diaper, sprinkling in several helpings of foal powder so that the scent of cornstarch (and lavender from the wet wipes) would drown out the more unpleasant smell of the dirty diaper. "There we go," She cooed in a maternal voice. "My sweet smelling Pinkie Pie is back."

Pinkie blinked in surprise. "Mom, you're using my name?"

"Of course, Pinkie. Thou arest such a silly filly sometimes." Cloudy replied with a bright smile on her face.

"But Mom, my name isn't Pinkie Pie. At least, that's not what my birth name is," Pinkie explained to Cloudy. "I was born as Pinkamina Diane Pie. You've always called me Pinkamina."

Cloudy just looked across to Igneous and exchanged a knowing wink before she happily replied to her daughter. "Thou does not knowth the whole story. In truth, I am the one who gave thou the name of Pinkie, just as thy's sisters have shortened names like Limestone, Maud, and Marble. It was always easier to use those shortened names. But it is also Pie family tradition to give thy's children proper names such as Pinkamina Diane Pie and Maudalina Daisy Pie. Thou always seemed to respond more joyfully to Pinkie rather than Pinkamina, and I referred to thou as such for many years."

"Being able to be part of this... hobby of thy's," Igneous added. "It has allowed us a chance to revisit such a time when we did not feel pressured to call thou a certain way. In a way, this is like thou never left the rock farm and always remained our sweet little Pinkie Pie. Even though we know that thou is happiest here in Ponyville, and we could not and do not wish to uproot that."

Pinkie's mane and tail poofed back up to their usual curly state as she rushed over and tackled both her parents into a hug, clouds of foal powder spilling out from her diaper as a result. "Oh Mom, Dad, thank you! Thank you so much! I... I love you!"

"We love thou too, Pinkie. Now if thou wouldn't mind getting off, please." Igneous politely requested.

"Oopsie, sorry about that. Can't help myself sometimes." The party pony apologized.

The rest of the day flew by in a blur after that. Igneous and Cloudy spent that time caring for Pinkie as best they could, making her feel as big or as little as she wanted.

Eventually though it was time for bed. Cloudy helped Pinkie into her pajamas, while Igneous prepared the bed sheets for his daughter and pulled them up to her neck when she climbed in.

After inserting the sky blue pacifier into her daughter's mouth, Cloudy started to sing a lullaby. A lullaby she'd sung many times before when her children were young and had trouble falling asleep.

Stars, and moons and air balloons,

Fluffy clouds to the horizon.

I'll wrap you in rainbows,

And rock you to sleep again.

Teddy bears of pink,

Ducks and lambs of white.

Don't you cry, dear. I'm here now,

I'll be your night light.

Stars, and moons and air balloons,

Fluffy clouds to the horizon.

I'll wrap you in rainbows,

And rock you to sleep again.

Smiles to cure the frowns,

Twirling and tumbling in laughter.

Someday life will always be,

Happily ever after.

Nevermore will the storms come,

To destroy your little world.

Nevermore will the waters rise,

'Til the mountains no longer touch the skies.

Stars, and moons and air balloons,

Fluffy clouds to the horizon.

I'll wrap you in rainbows,

And rock you to sleep again.

I'll wrap you in rainbows,

And rock you to sleep again.

Pinkie fell asleep long before the lullaby had finished, but Cloudy kept on singing anyway just to be sure. She could recall from experience that Pinkie was an expert at faking sleep and getting into trouble.

By the time it had finished, Maud had entered. "I just put the twins to sleep," She informed her parents in a whisper. "How was Pinkie?"

"She is sleeping, Maud," Igneous whispered back. "'Tis best if we do not wake her."

Maud nodded. "Okay," And then she added. "You two were excellent caretakers for her."

Cloudy simply replied. "It is what parents do, for a parent's love for their children is absolute. If someday thou hast foals of thy own, thou will understand."