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// chapter three: The doctor is revealed! 
// Story: Interview with a Foal 
// by Foal Star 
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Well, I will skip about a week of some rather embarrassing details, so I'll start the morning I finally met Derpy. It was early morning, and I woke up right next to Mrs.Cake, the plump mare.

She was a natural mother caring for him like if he were her own son, and it was rather heartwarming. I was cuddled next to her chest, and I had to admit the life of a foal was relatively relaxing and straightforward. I took the time to try walking as my newfound caretakers wouldn't let me outside due to the snow outside. If I was going to leave and get back to normal, it would have to be done with my fours hooves. It wasn't as easy it sounds, especially with the poofy garment throwing my balance off.  I stumbled about on the bed, trying to get my bearings and used to my new body. I, however, didn't notice two thick hooves wrapping around my body and cuddling around me.

"Looks like little Cocoa is trying to walk, so adorable!" Mrs. Cake cooed as she took the little colt and hugged him close to her chest.

Mr. Cake also was a perfect father; he always seemed to pick up the slack when Mrs.Cake needed help with their new charge. I also had to admit sleeping in was rather nice not having to worry much about things. That was until once again, I felt my diaper squish between my legs and groaned. Soiling myself definitely wasn't something I was going to get used to anytime soon. I then felt the mare's hoof rubbing my padding. "Uh oh, someone needs a diaper change."

I just groaned, but I found trying to fight back was simply futile. I was then placed down on a changing pad near the bed. I looked away, still feeling way too embarrassed to watch my diaper change. I whimpered and kicked as the cold wipes hit my rump, then feeling the fresh powder poured on my nether regions. But eventually, I could feel the familiar feeling of the snug Mrs.Cake strapped a new diaper around my rump. As embarrassing as it sounds, I did enjoy the feeling of a fresh diaper around my rump along with the rather sweet smell of talcum powder.

"There all changed and no fussing this morning, "Mrs. Cake cooed, giving my crinkling padding a few pats making some of the excess foal powder too puff out. My cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. I was still not used to being babied and treated like a helpless fool. The mare continued to take me downstairs, and eventually, we came upon it. Pinkie Pie was already up and looking already cheerful. She turned towards the two coming downstairs and waved a hoof, "Hey you two, I see Chocolate Cake is finally up!"

"Yeah, he was up practicing walking; it was so adorable." The pudgy mare explained.

I just groaned, hiding my face over my eyes, feeling so embarrassed as Pinkie Pie clapped her hooves and squealed, "oh, that's just so cute! I have to see that some time!"

Mrs. Cake then placed me into a high chair and strapped me in, as she cooed, "Oh, I'm sure you will; we have the nursery in that extra guest room; we can have him practice walking more later. For now, I see you already get his breakfast; thank you!"


Pinkie Pie skipped over with a bottle of formula and a small bowl full of foal oatmeal, a typical breakfast I've been getting each morning as she exclaimed, "oh, that sounds like a great idea, and of course I love getting little Cocoa his breakfast each morning!"

Mrs. Cake came over and gave Pinkie a hug. "Oh, thank you! Now please just feed Cocoa, ok?"


"Okie Dokie, Mrs.Cake, you can count on me!" the pink coated mare exclaimed.

The cubby mare gave a worried look before going back up the stairs leaving me to hope that Pinkie would only feed him and not try giving him another "party."

The pink coated mare then strapped a bright blue bib around my neck, and she went about feeding me the foal oatmeal mixed with some applesauce. I did my best to not make a mess, but my relatively young body was hard to control, and I got oatmeal all over my face and tray. But Pinkie Pie was in my face, and she kept dawwing and making faces, and I couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggling. The pink coated mare took advantage of my state, and she started to poke my chubby belly, making me kick and coo adorably as I spat out my food and blowing bubbles unconsciously. 





This must have gone on for some time; as patrons started walking into, he could hear the dawws and whispers of how cute I was. It was funny. I've never had this much attention in all my years as a scientist…again, I would rather be acknowledged for my scientific achievements than being called cute…though it was rather lovely though. But my thoughts were interrupted as Pinkie Pie plopped a bottle of formula in my mouth. I took the bottle and held it in place as he suckled down its contents. Mrs. Cake came by, nodding her head, "you're getting better at this foal care stuff, Pinkie? You sure you're not nanny material?"

"Oh, I just had to try my hand at caring for this adorable foal! Besides, it's been a week, and no one claimed him? At this rate, he might be a part of the family!" Pinkie chirped, seeming to be rather excited.

I had to admit the Cakes and Pinkie Pie we're really good with foals, and I honestly wouldn't mind being adopted by them at the same time. I really needed to find a way to convince them I wasn't a baby. I tried talking to them, making gestures, and it was clear even to them I wasn't like other foals; for one, I don't cry and was very quiet. But it wasn't enough if only I had access to paper and some writing material. I didn't realize I was well lost in thought that I didn't even notice the foal bottle being removed from my mouth, and I saw to my surprise it was empty, and I've been suckling air for a bit.

"Aww, he must've been rather hungry," Pinkie snickered as she plopped a big blue pacifier in his mouth.

I just looked away and suckled on his pacifier; having it bounce up and down in my mouth was rather soothing. Afterward, Pinkie picked me up and had me settled down and strapped down in a stroller. I always squeaked when the clasps went around my padded bottom, scrunching my diaper into me. She then placed a stuffed teddy bear in my hooves as she looked over at Mrs.Cake and asked, "hey can I take the little one out for a stroll."

"Oh, sure, but make sure he's bundled up; it's still rather cold out," The portly mare cooed as Pinkie took out a little sweatshirt, then dressed it over me, placed a scarf around my neck, and placed a knit cap over my head.

"There that should keep the little one warm," Pinkie cooed as she pinched my cheeks, making me squirm about even more.






I was pushed through the snow covered streets, it was rather nice getting out after being cooped up inside. Thought I had to admit it was still rather chilly I couldn't help but shiver as a cold wind blew though and I couldn't help but urinate in my diaper to keep myself warm for a bit. However, I also took the opportunity to look around, hoping to spot my wife; maybe I  could somehow convince her that I'm really Dr. Whooves. If almost by fate, I came upon Derpy, who was out for a stroll herself. She looked gloomy, handing out flyers asking if any pony has seen her husband. Upon seeing this, I started to tear up. I've realized that I have been away for too long, and I had to show I was right here! I held his hooves upward, trying to shout, and babbled gibberish. Pinkie seemed a bit confused at my somewhat random behavior as she looked down at me. "Hey, is something wrong, Cocoa?"

Derpy then noticed me and giving me a surprised look scratching her head, probably wondering why a foal would be "Doctor?"

Pinkie Pie blinked, looking somewhat surprised as she exclaimed, "wait, that's your husband!?"

"I…I mean, this colt looks exactly like him, and it's not just that I can feel like it's him," The mare whispered, seeming to be scrutinizing me. I was getting a bit angry as he raised his hooves and tried to shout that it was me! Of course, the mares just heard a bunch of angry gibberish and babbling.  But however, it seemed that Derpy got the message, holding me close to her chest and nuzzling me. "This must've happened to him with his failed time machine!"

"What, a time machine!?" Pinkie exclaimed again, being completely confused.

Derpy scratched the back of her mane and continued, "yeah, it blew up the other night before your new years eve party, and after that night, my husband went missing."

Pinkie took me back into her hooves and snuggled me next into her furry pink chest, and exclaimed, "Yeah, and the next morning after we found this little cutie!"

My face was now bright pink, kicking about feeling so embarrassed having myself exposed to Pinkie Pie and my wife.  Derpy couldn't help but draw and picked me back up, and hugged me close to her chest once more. I just rubbed my head against my wife's bosom, feeling so happy being next to her.

The grey-coated mare then gave the foal a kiss on the cheek. "Well, at the very least that nails this little one is my husband, but how do we turn him back to normal!?"

I just rolled his eyes and then waved a hoof; I had a plan! But without being able to communicate, this was going to be rather difficult to execute.

Pinkie may have gotten the message and giggled, "I think that's what the little doctor is trying to say."

Derpy placed then had me set back in the stroller and strapped me back in, making sure I was well secured, and continued, "well, we should get going to the scene of the crime as they say, and we'll talk; about what we'll do there."

I just settled into the stroller, snuggling my teddy, feeling a bit better, I found my wife, and now Pinkie Pie knows who I really am. However, I wasn't ready to have my diaper suddenly poked and prodded by Derpy, who asked, "hey Pinkie can I change his diaper?"

I squeaked and squirmed, shoving my hooves over my exposed padding (which was already soaked in urine). The pink coated mare burst into laughter and exclaimed, "Hey, you don't have to ask me! You're his wife!?"



I crossed my hooves and grumbled irritably and knew my wife wasn't going to let this go ever. They eventually made it back to the doctor's home (and after another embarrassing diaper change by my wife, which took a while as she kept taping my diaper backward around my rump), they found the time machine still in ruins and I was pushed into the room. I was then taken out of the stroller and plopped down next to my ruined machine. I just stood there seeing how much work it'll take to get this thing repaired. The worst part was going to have to explain my plan first to the mares so they can understand.

I looked over to see Derpy was explaining the situation to Pinkie Pie as she tapped a hoof to her chin, "so you're saying that when your husband tried to go back in time, he accidentally turned himself into a foal? Can I give it a go?"



The grey-coated filly glared at Pinkie, "of course not! Can we focus on helping my husband!"



"Sorry," Pinkie meeped back; she turned her attention back to me; I, however, was already digging around my workstation, taking out some pieces of paper along with some crayons. I blushed, feeling so much like a foal as I began to draw out my plans the best I could. The two mares watched and waited patiently until I showed them a few messy drawings, one of the three of us repairing the time machine, then of me going back in time, the following picture I showed me talking to an older stallion, then the last of me returning home.

Derpy looked down at the plans with a confused expression on her face; she scratched her mane and shrugged, "I don't understand?"

For Pinkie, however, she caught on relatively quick and exclaimed excitedly, "oh! I see the little doctor wants to go back in time to stop himself from making his little mistake then return back here! I think that might cause a time paradox, but sure, I think that sounds like a plan!"

I gave a sigh of relief as I laid down, feeling somewhat exhausted. Still, I was rather relieved that I was finally getting on track getting turned back to normal. Derpy then slowly walked over, picked me up, and nuzzled me to her chest. "Well, at the very least, I know you're ok, and that's all that matters."

I hugged my wife as tightly as I could with my pudgy hooves clinging to her chest once more, feeling somewhat relieved himself that they were untied. Pinkie stood back with a smile doing her best to not ruin the moment as my wife once more strapped me up in a stroller once more before asking out loud, "what do we do now, though? It can take some time before the time machine is repaired, and I have no experience caring for foals?"


I rolled my eyes; I think I had enough of the patronizing and responded, "I can take care of myself, thank you, I may be a foal, but I still have my adult mind. All I need is some pony to go out and buy some stuff and occasionally change my soiled nappies."

I looked up, seeing the two mares just standing over me, giving him motherly smiles. I just groaned, seeing once again his speech was reduced to foal babble. Pinkie Pie then skipped over and plopped a pacifier before saying her piece," I think what our adorable little talker is trying to say is, the Cakes are already taking good care of him. We can continue keeping an eye on the cutie until he's a big pony again."

Dr. Whooves got angry as that was almost the exact opposite of what he was trying to say. Still, Derpy was already nodding her head and replied, "that sounds like a great idea, as long as the Cakes are ok with it."

Pinkie Pie tapped a hoof to her chin as she responded, "Right, but don't we need the doctor's help to repair the machine? I can't imagine him trying to babble directions at us."

I also (unintentionally, I mind you) suckling on my pacifier, wondering how I can communicate promptly with the mares? Then an idea suddenly popped into my head! All my notes and journals were here! All they had to do was follow my steps in how I built the machine and figure out what parts need to be repaired…of course, I would have to reconfigure some of the more advanced components to prevent another catastrophic failure.  I gave a smirk and pointed a hoof at a drawer. Derpy noticed as he went over and pulled out another pamphlet showing his plans and notes. "Oh, my husband's notes and journals!"

She then stood there with a confused expression on her face. "um…what do we do with them, though?"

Pinkie Pie then bounced over and proclaimed, "Oh! I understand. The little doctor is trying to say we can go over his work, and he can lead us in rebuilding his time machine!"

She then ruffled my mane with a hoof and squealed, "What a smart little foal!"

Derpy came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and commented, "well, he is my super-smart husband…um…I can still help with foal supplies?"

"Sure! We can go by the store and pick up some up!" Pinkie squealed. I just sat back and suckled on my pacifier with a pout. I, of course, was not looking forward to going on a shopping trip that involved picking up foal supplies for me…but It looked like there wasn't much he could do.





After a rather embarrassing and uneventful shopping trip, Derpy and Pinkie returned to Sugarcube Corner and explained everything to the Cakes. They seemed to be rather shocked and surprised, but everything seemed to click. I just sat by in my highchair, suckling down another bottle of formula, enjoying the show. Derpy finally saw that the Cakes were still not grasping the situation well as she finally asked, "so, as you see, I feel like you're more qualified in caring for my husband than me, so would it be ok if you watch him? You seem to do pretty well with foals."

Mr.Cake didn't answer right away and stammered, "I… I'm not sure? If my wife says it's ok, I think it's fine."

Mrs.Cake, however, just came over to me and wiped my mouth. "We were thinking of having some foals ourselves soon; the little doctor will give us good practice. Besides, he's actually well behaved."


"Yay! I get to keep my little brother for a few more days!" Pinkie squealed, jumping in joy while Derpy stood by, snickering. I just sat back and crossed my hooves across my chest. I knew secretly she knew this would be highly embarrassing for me and take full advantage of my predicament. But I really wanted to get started on at least surveying the damage of my time machine and start on plans for repair.

But a yawn escaped my mouth as I stretched out tiny limbs, and this, of course, elicited more dawws from the group.

The big blue chubby mare picked me up and plopped me over her back. "well, I think the little one is ready for a nap; afterwards, you can take him to go build this time machine."

My wife just gave me a motherly smiled and cooed, "alright, have a good night doctor, I have some packages that need delivering anyways. I'll come back to pick him up later."

And with that, she flew off as I was carried upstairs once more, where I was plopped down in a small wooden crib. I was then tucked under a handful of fluffy soft foal sheets and had another pacifier plopped into my mouth. I snuggled my favorite plush teddy bear as Mrs. Cake gave me a kiss on the forehead and whispered, "night, little doctor, hope you enjoy your stay here."

I wanted to thank her and her family for doing so much for me. Still, of course, only gurgles and bubbles came from my mouth, and that, of course, in turn, awarded me another kiss on the forehead before she left. I was then left alone to snuggle under the sheets scrunching my fluffy diaper strapped around my rump and feeling relatively relaxed and comfortable. As I closed my eyes and suckled on the rubber nipple in my mouth I thought about how maybe I should take advantage of my situation and treat as a long overdue vacation.