Inside a wooden crib, decorated in pink frills and ribbons, slept a little foal. It was visibly dressed in a frilly pink onesie with cute pink socks on every hoof. But soon, the first sunshine broke through the bars which disturbed the sleep of the little bundle of joy.

Its ears started to flicker while its snout broke into a yawner, right before it engulfed its waiting pacifier back again. The little fellow was not ready to wake up this soon. Slow suckling noises broke the silence right before the foal fell back asleep.

It was visibly a little Filly, sleeping in there, well covered in their onesie and securely padded. For sure, that's what she always imagined about herself when she took some time off from life. For this moment she was just a filly and not a stressed business mare, just a carefree foal and not an adult mare in oversized foal clothes. Today her boutique would stay closed, today she would not save the day, today she would just enjoy herself. Sorrows could wait till tomorrow, today she would take a break.

Sometime later she woke up sleepy and a bit disoriented. Usually Rarity stands up early to find enough time for all the work in her stressful day, but today she decided to sleep a bit longer. Today she did not care about what others expected from her. Today she was led by her fantasies:

The filly did slowly open her big blue eyes. Although still blinded by daylight, she found some smiling clouds of a mobile hanging over her head and tried to catch them between her hooves. But the filly wasn't able to reach the clouds, even with all four hooves stretched into the air. Only the joyful grunts, mumbled through a pacifier, reflected her happy state of that moment.

Eventually the filly lost her balance and was rolled to her side by her own weight. But immediately she totally forgot about the clouds as she noticed what was lying right next to her head. A big foal bottle, still well filled with yummy milk. It was her night bottle, which she couldn't empty up because she fell asleep

Without hesitation, the tiny filly grabbed the big bottle with her clumsy front hooves while her drooling mouth dropped her precious pacifier. Even the bottle nipple disappeared quickly between the lips followed by the foal turning over on her back, so the milk could run easier down the thirsty throat. So now the filly feasted with loud suckling noises off her nutritious meal with happy and lewd feelings.

Her mind was restless. Rarity regularly bought her milk from Applejacks farm. For some reason it always tasted better than the imported Cow-Nation Milk and because she never saw a cow walking on the Apple Farm she started to fantasize that maybe Applejack did produce her own Milk. Oh yes, Mommyjack was Rarity’s secret imaginary Mommy and Rarity loved her Mommy’s Milk. Rarity was a good girl for Mommyjack. MMMM.... milky.

The white Unicorn Foal drank from her bottle with half closed eyes and a healthy smile while she emptied her bladder in exchange for the incoming fluid that ran mainly down her throat. The foal’s eyes latched to the sinking of the fluid inside the bottle and from time to time small milk driblets escaped running down her chin. Meanwhile, the warm fluids leaving her body got quickly absorbed by an already previously saturated diaper, where they turned into mushy gel puffing out her padded posterior region.

Oh how Rarity already got used to wearing diapers. At first it felt unusual, wrong and dirty, but she loved the warm sensation and the safety it gave her. She really had to push herself to even pee by force, but over the time her body got used to the absorbent fabric around her lower regions. But these days she already was emptying her bladder after she put a diaper on and even number twos slowly got harder and harder to control. She trained herself to use her diaper, just because it felt refreshing and liberating to release the pressure off life

A button in her crotch popped open while the filly squirmed around with an already empty bottle. The Filly sat up, poked her puffy squishy crotch and dropped her bottle with a joyful mewl. Her little foal horn barely poked over the crib rails and her violet mane looked a bit tousled. As expected from a foal, she called out for her mommy while she rocked back and forth in her well used diaper.

Rarity knew that no one was coming for her but she just liked to role play. And although tears of joy ran down her cheeks, she faked a temper tantrum with a slight smile on her lips. This mare just loved to pretend to be helpless and although she lifted herself out her crib with her own Levitation Magic, she tried to imagine that someone else was doing it for her.

The little foal was laid on the cushy plastic surface of the frilly pink changing table, a safety rail slid up in place and a safety belt pinned her down to the table. Out of instinct the filly asked for her pacifier, which soon levitated into her waiting drooling mouth. Satisfied she rested her head on a little pillow while she slowly got surrounded by diaper changing supplies.

All buttons in the crotch of her frilly pink onesie popped open and her onesie got pulled up to her chest for full access to her obviously saturated diaper. She was such a good filly for Mommy and pushed her legs apart by herself while the tapes of her diaper got loudly ripped open. The naughty filly pushed the squishy diaper front one last time before it flapped open. Wet wipes floated down her crotch working to clean up the foal’s skin. Her back hooves got caught by magic and push back against her chest to expose her buttocks.

The wet wipes touched her private parts and Rarity couldn't keep her composure. Her front hoof found a way down her crotch and her magic brought in a container with baby oil in order to cover her moist butt cheeks. Moans escaped her throat, only lightly silenced by her pacifier, as she rubbed her oil drenched private parts clean. It took her some time with rubbing, blushing and moaning before she reached her climax, with crossed back hooves and a sticky front hoof. It also took a while to calm down and the diamond-butt mare breathed heavily through her nostrils on her changing table while sucking her pacifier for comfort.

Soon her butt cheeks were clean again and back on a new diaper, which got closed and sealed in an instant and with high proficiency to keep the foal dry and safe from any leaks. A final touch with the tail-hole tape and our foal was once again back in a new diaper, happy and waiting as her onesie got dragged back around her crotch.

The onesie buttons popped loudly together and the foal wobbled happily her tiny hooves as she got lifted off the table and placed into a meshed playpen in the room, right between some plushies and various plastic toys.

Stacking blocks and recognizing that “the cow goes moo” lead to better motoric and cognitive skills for the tiny foal. She mastered all her toys like a big girl, until nature interrupted her play. An instant aimless stare into the distance, followed by teary eyes and a slight smirk behind the pacifier reflected the occurence of the only sound in the room that was left: A slight water flow that meets diaper fabric, followed by a facilitated sigh.

And Rarity bumped her warm diapered flank into a big teddy bear till the sensation cooled down...

Author's Note

It's another little story....I'm not sure if I write another chapter, maybe I should put in another character, although I maybe write to confusing