My litte Adult foal

In a comfy little playpen, in the middle of a small room with pink colored walls lit by a big window covered slightly by curtains, was a little foal. You could observe the foal as it was playing with its plenty of toys with excitement, while gurgling and drooling without any sorrow in the world. She hugged the beloved teddy bear, nibbled on one of the teddy’s worn out ears, and threw from time to time some plastic or stuffed toys against the meshed wall.

Sometimes the foal could see the silhouettes of unknown ponies, which were passing by the curtain covered window and she tried to guess which pony it could be. But always when the shadows behind the curtains seemed to stand there for too long, the foal felt uncomfortable and covered her face with her tiny hooves until the big shadow went away again. She was a shy foal, to say the least.

The window of the room she was in, was viewing the main street of the village. Usually it was used as a show window and it did attract many ponies because of the presented dresses. Because of this, all these unknown visitors raised her feelings of secretly doing something naughty just behind the curtains that they couldn’t see. The white mare still felt her hot red cheeks from the fading blush. If someone would find her here in her private space, that would be the worst possible thing.

Ridden by her thoughts, the white mare in pink fainted for show and dragged her teddy with her down on the soft water resistant surface of her playpen.

The filly took a nap with her teddy tightly embraced by her hooves. Her snout could not find her precious pacifier so it started to nibble on the teddy’s nose. Soon both were covered in her saliva but no one cared about the state as the foal slept soundly well.

A while later the mare woke up drowsy and confused. Her half open eyes looked at the beaded eyes of her teddy as her mouth let go of the poor fellow and she pushed the toy off her chest. With a few clumsy motions she sat up to check her surroundings, a bit surprised that she really fell asleep in her playpen in the middle of the day.

She stretched her hooves with a satisfied yawn while her horn magic picked her pacifier up and pushed it back into her gaping muzzle. The tiny foal accepted her beloved pacifier and signaled to be picked up before she was levitated out of her playpen and over to the rustling changing table.

The crotch buttons flew open loudly and a hoof checked the diaper by pushing it deep down her crotch. Judging by the feel, the diaper was just a bit damp but not ready to be changed. But fortunately, the warm and mushy fabric pressed to her skin forced her bladder to let loose. The inner foal did not mind and the big mare favored the warm sensation while she rubbed her padded butt rhythmically into the soft and squeaky surface of the changing table.

While the flow slowly submerged, Rarity leaned back and adjusted her onesie, and while the flow slowly submerged, she leaned back and adjusted her onesie, buttoning it up before rolling her body off the table. Right as her four hooves in socks touched the carpet, her regular bathrobe flew over her back. She could not risk anyone to see what she was wearing, while she was outside of her little nursery. Her bathrobe perfectly hid her clothing, despite the visible butt bulge, the tips of her socks and the pacifier, but her baby clothes were at least hidden enough to not be visible from a distance.

The mare opened the door of her hidden nursery, grabbed the empty bottle from her crib and went out into the boutique hallway, where she quickly closed the door again. On the door was written "Storage room / Employees only" and she always locked the door and placed a wardrobe in front of it, just to be safe.

She toddled through the saleroom back to her kitchen where she washed out the bottle in the sink. Concerned she inspected the fridge: No spoiled food was found, but she certainly needed to go shopping for groceries soon. At least there was enough milk for her freshly cleaned bottle.

Applejack's cutie mark was labeled on the milk filled glass bottles prominently lined up in her fridge. Just observing them gave Rarity goose bumps. Mommy's milk bottles were waiting here for little Rarity. Her lips were watering

In one go she filled the colorful plastic bottle with cold white gold, placed her precious food source in a pot filled with water and heated it up over a small flame of the oven for a short while.

Meanwhile her pacifier did its job, although small amounts of drool had managed to escape her happy suckling muzzle. Right now she was a restless foal waiting for her next meal, while sitting there on the kitchen floor with her mushy tushy.

The foal rocked on her diaper back and forth until she lost balance and her body weight pushed her down on her back while her little hoofsies went up in the air. But in this position the bathrobe wasn't able to cover anything due to gravity and as shy as the foal was, she rolled back on her tummy and crawled forward until she was under the kitchen table. There she waited safe and sound until the milk bottle was ready to go.

Down there the foal met a kitty, who at eye contact started to purr. Both couldn't resist rubbing each other’s snout into their opposites fur and Rarity patted her pet with her hooves for quite a while, until her food was heated up.

Soon the filly watched her baby bottle as it hovered out the water and over to her. But because this place was still too open and scary, the filly decided to go back to her nursery. After letting go of her kitty she left her hiding place and was on her way back to her nursery with a bottle and the kitten in tow following her slow and pronounced waddle, which was obviously provided by her thickly padded rear.

Her magic pushed obstacles out of the way and opened the path for her before she entered her little safe space of innocent joy. Obviously the filly in her enjoyed the colorful surroundings: Pink Walls decorated with Butterflies, Flowers and cute Animals, plushy Toys scattered over the ground and all the cosy places like a playpen, a crib or a changing table.

The door behind her fell back into its lock, effectively dimming the room before some little scattered wall lights lit the room back up in a warm but not too bright shine. A relieving sigh escaped her snout as she dropped her bathrobe cover, revealing her beloved onesie. She watched her tail swing over the thickly padded behind and felt the tension rise again. The mare pressed her thighs together, feeling the slightly damp padding and the rising horniness while she tried to imagine someone watching her.

Her mind begged for the imaginary observer to look away while her bladder was gradually losing the fight, followed by a slow dribbling of liquid that started to drench the foalish diaper. By reflex she pressed her hind hooves tightly as possible together but to no avail. It would not allow her to stop the flow while she was stuck in such a thick piece of undergarment.

The dribble turned into a noisy steady stream, filling the foal’s diaper. In its helpless state the foal starred into distance with her glassy blue eyes. Even a few tears ran down the cheeks of the grinning foal. The warm diaper was like a big sponge between the hind hooves which was quickly turning into an expanding gel padding. Such a relief was kind of relaxing and arousing.

She pushed her hind hooves a last time together before they collapsed shivery and went full Bambi. She fell down on her padded behind squishing her marehood right into the warm mishap of hers, with delight and obvious pleasure. She rocked back and forth, up and down and she produced a lot of noisy crinkling sounds while her gaping and drooling snout could not resist moaning with enjoyment. Somewhere between diaper riding and the moans she lost her pacifier which just raised the volume of her noises.

After some rubbing and grinding around the ground the horny mare stood up, raised her butt and pushed her behind against the crib’s wooden leg. Her head was resting on the ground while her hips rhythmically pushed her diapered butt up and down against the wooden stake. Soon she worked herself into pure bliss and saturated her already well used diaper at her highest peak of ecstasy.

Happy but tired, the big foal collapsed and rolled over on her back, where she gasped for air with a big smile on her face. Her kitty, who observed the foal the whole time, jumped on her tummy and started to lick the poor and defenseless baby pony. A weak winding and a foal’s tired laughter rang through the nursery until she found the strength to defend herself by hugging the kitty with her front hoovesies.

The kitty struggled out of the grip right before the foal was picked up from the ground and levitated by magic into the waiting crib. There she was lying on her back waiting for her good night bottle. A big yawn signaled how tired the foal was. Not able to resist, the filly observed the mobile over her head which magically started to spin and play its nighty night music. Another yawn got halfway silenced by a baby bottle that was pushed into the foal’s open snout. Warm creamy milk immediately ran down the foal’s thirsty throat, filling her tiny tummy with Momma Jack’s best homemade.

The bottle was resting on the foal’s chest but it eventually rolled off the sleepy, tiny, drooling, hoof sucking and diaper filling baby pony.

And so the adult foal had fallen asleep. Deep down she knew she might need a diaper change soon, but she was just too tired to do it herself. And who cares? Even her cat was already used to her dirty diapers and didn't mind sleeping right next to her, in her tiny crib for tiny big foals.