//------------------------------// // The End // Story: Taboo Feelings // by abdlpony //------------------------------// Rarity walked along, trying to think of what exactly she wanted to say to Twilight. She simply wanted to know how uncommon this was and how hard a life Sweetie was in for. She wasn’t even sure if this was an every once in a while affair or something that her sister felt all the time. It was frustrating. She also could not believe that she went from a generous soul to a mean spirited one so quickly; she had hurt Sweetie Belle and it felt wrong. While it was true she had earned a reputation amongst her friends (and sister) for flying off the handle at the smallest thing, at the time, she did not think she was overreacting. But now she felt like the biggest jerk in Equestria for ever doing such a thing. She huffed and decided that worrying about that was not going to help Sweetie Belle. Rarity was about to reach the library when she bumped, almost literally, into Pinkie Pie. “Pinkie?” “Oh, hey, Rarity! What’s up?” “Well, I was just heading to Twilight’s because… Well, just because,” she said quickly. “How have you been?” “Oh good, thanks for asking! I was just about to look for Sweetie Belle. Is she at your place?” Okay, that’s weird. “Whatever for?” “Just because!” she declared happily. Rarity narrowed her eyes onto Pinkie. “She is resting at my boutique. She had a tiring day. Would you… like me to give her a message perhaps?” “Oh sure! Tell her, I hope you are feeling better and I hope the book I gave you helped! Anyway, see ya later, Rarity!” Pinkie called back and was starting to walk off. Book?! Rarity’s voice caught in her throat several times before her brain forced the words out. “Wait! Pinkie!” “Yes?” Pinkie turned back, still the same grin on her face. “Are you talking about, um…” Rarity caught herself again and ran right up to Pinkie to whisper into her ear. “…the teen foal stuff?” “Well sure! Sweetie came to me first for help and I explained what it is. The silly filly didn’t even know the phrase for it. Why?” Rarity’s face morphed into a frown. “Why? Because she is my sister! Are you, uh, I suppose the term would be adult foal?” Pinkie blinked a few times and sighed. “That’s, uh, hmm. Yes. I mean, if you put some of the pieces together about how I act all the time…” “Cheerful and carefree?” “Yep! Are you mad?” Pinkie asked in a fearful tone. Rarity sighed and slumped down into a sitting position. “No. I do feel awful though, Pinkie. I told Sweetie this was all wrong. I fixed it of course and I even made her a sleeper.” “That’s great!” Pinkie exclaimed and gave a halfhearted smile. “Yeah… but I could still use some help. Will you help me?” “Well sure I can!” She replied quickly with that same silly grin, a grin that quickly formed into  a stoic face. “But can you keep this between us three? Please?” “Absolutely. And… Wait, Pinkie, am I the first one to find out about what you are?” The stoic expression wavered and turned into a simple sigh and smile. “You and Sweetie Belle, yes. It’s not exactly an easy thing to talk about. Oh, and I guess Twilight knows a little…” “Do you feel embarrassed by this?” “Not anymore, but some of the things I’m into and feel are a bit extreme. The reason I didn’t go jumping for joy with Sweetie Belle is because she is still a filly and I’m not sure to what extent she would go.” Pinkie’s eyes glazed over for just a second before she instantly reverted back to the Pinkie that Rarity knew. “I guess it’s a bit funny; I’m getting all serious about foal feelings.” “What do you propose I do?” “Oh, that’s easy. Just let her be herself!” Pinkie beamed with this basic knowledge. It was so obvious; why hadn’t Rarity seen it? “But you’re not always yourself, are you?” Rarity questioned. Pinkie Pie held her breath for a second and let it out quite loudly. “No, but I don’t see how I can be. Not all of our friends know. And where can I be a baby and let all my feelings out? That’s kind of a toughie, Rarity.” Rarity had her hoof under her chin, pondering the ‘toughie’. “I think a nice start would be coming out to our friends. I know that sound scary, but if an up class ‘prissy pony’ such as myself can accept you and my sister for this, I know anypony can.” Rarity grinned and Pinkie was left speechless staring at her. “I know some of the things other ponies call me behind my back you know. But I really don’t think it is a bad idea.” “Just come out, just like that? I dunno Rarity, there aren’t an awful lot of us. Then again, I never really looked in Ponyville before…” “Sweetie was the first you knew of?” “I think so. Sometimes I have my suspicions on other ponies, but I get busy a lot and I guess I was just a bit scared to look.” Pinkie looked down to the ground as she paused before turning back to Rarity. “You know, I bet you’d make a great ‘caretaker’ to Sweetie Belle.” Rarity tilted her head to the side. So Pinkie whispered. “That’s what they call pretend mommies or daddies for fun.” “But she already has a mom and dad, or is that different?” “It’s very different. You really should read that book some more. But I was just saying. Anyway, I’m glad Sweetie isn’t freaking out anymore. Anyway, I got some thinking to do.” “Of course. Oh and, Pinkie? If you do come out to our friends like I suggested you do, mind leaving Sweetie Belle out of it for now? Not that our friends would do this, but I would hate for Sweetie’s friends to find out.” “Sure! That’s up to Sweetie to tell or not, I guess, just like it’s up to me!” Pinkie paused again and lunged forward for a quick hug. “Thanks, Rarity! You just gave me some hope! But I’ll see you later!” Rarity smiled and decided that she did not need to see Twilight anymore. She turned around and headed back towards her boutique. Back inside she found Sweetie Belle had just gotten up. “Sleep well?” “Yeah… that was a good nap. So, now what, sis?” “How about I make us some hot chocolate and we read some more of that book Twilight gave you. It might help us figure this out a bit better.” “Sounds good to me!” They both beamed. Pinkie Pie stood inside her bedroom, simply thinking. It had felt nice to be open about her feelings for something she held dear, something her parents did not even know about. Like that would go over well… She put that plan to inform her parents on the back burner. While that thought did make her a bit uneasy, it wasn’t anything too horrible. She was probably going to tell her best friends first after all, but not her family. That part sucked, she decided. She giggled at her own colorful language that had grown since her time off the rock farm. But how to tell them? Somehow, just throwing a party at the prospect, even a tiny one just for her friends, was not the best idea. Sure it might work, but it could also fill her friends with awkwardness during the whole thing. She wanted this done quickly, like a band-aid just coming off. Only, she was coming out. Still, something about coming out all at once in front of all of her friends filled her with unease. Maybe a slow band-aid was better? Let’s see, Twilight pretty much knows. Rarity does too. Spike, Applejack, and Fluttershy and Rainbow still don’t… Okay Spike probably does, who am I kidding? Maybe this isn’t that big of a deal… She was going to leave Fluttershy for last and somehow get Rainbow on the way. Applejack was closest anyway. She nodded firmly and hurried out of her apartment and home. The day was close to ending with the sun setting. She knew that if she caught Applejack at just the right time, it would be the end of her work day. Applejack would be pretty tired but still mostly awake and alert. It was perfect. Then she found her, looking tired and exhausted and walking back towards her farm house. “Oh, Applejack!” Pinkie Pie called out nervously. She did feel nervous after all and maybe a bit stressed. “Pinkie?” Applejack sighed and took a seat in the dirt to catch her breath. “What ya doing here?” “Well, I needed to tell you and the girls something. Just, can you keep an open mind? It’ll be real quick and then I’ll be on my way!” “Uh, alrighty then. Spill it.” “Okay, mm, ever hear of adult foals?” “Ah might have… somewhere.” Applejack scratched her head a few times, the two words forming together sounding almost completely foreign to her. “It’s kind of like a lifestyle, but I guess others call it a fetish.” Pinkie looked over to Applejack who smirked at the last word. “Ah definitely heard the word ‘fetish’ before. Why? You got one or something?” “No! Well, not exactly. See, I’m an adult foal,” Pinkie said, watching as Applejack blinked a few times. “It’s like a group of ponies who feel safer acting childish or foalish or getting taken care of…” “Hmm, alrighty then. Listen, Pinkie, I’m gonna head home. Ah need to get some sleep and—” “Wait, you don’t care?” Pinkie asked. At this point, Applejack had noticed that Pinkie was blushing profoundly. She sighed. “Listen, sugarcube, ah really don’t mind one bit whatever lifestyle or fetish other ponies got. As long as you’re not hurting nopony then fine. Ah can’t say I rightly understand it and all, but—” “Rarity understood it! And she was fine with it, interested even…” “Rarity huh? Is that supposed to make me feel like a prissy pony or something?” Applejack asked smugly. “Um, yes? I mean, some of us wear diapers and use them…” “Hmmph, ah can’t believe Rarity would be interested in hearing about that.” She said in a tone that was nearing anger. “Look, you’re my friend and you always will be. Sorry ah’m not interested in this adult foal stuff—” “I never said you ought to be! I just wanted my friends to know…” Pinkie replied while playing with her hoof in the dirt. “Well ah certainly do now. So is that it? You feel better?” “I guess so,” Pinkie replied while smiling. “Course you do. Ah remember a family member, a cousin ah believe, came out to one of us that they had a fetish. Now ah know you said it ain’t a fetish and that’s fine. But sometimes the truth coming out just works in a ponies favor. Does that makes sense?” “Well, sure it does! And no, not a fetish for me. Uh… I guess that’s it!” Pinkie beamed and hugged Applejack for a second. “Thanks AJ! I’ll see you later!” Applejack chuckled and watched her go. Had Pinkie been listening, she would have heard one last thing from her. “Life is weird…” She muttered. Okay, that just leaves Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash. She looked around and spotted nothing of the cyan colored pony. Fluttershy it is! Pinkie had decided that her day was going so well that she would hop towards the cottage. She bounced and bounced and bounced until she realized that by doing so she was scaring away some of Fluttershy’s animals. She giggled sheepishly to a few birds that were now popping their heads out of a birdhouse. “Sorry birdies!” Of course doing this only caused them to disappear again. She blinked, shrugged, and walked away. She had to, of course, stop walking almost immediately as she nearly ran into the mare herself. Fluttershy turned around to face Pinkie and smiled. “Oh, hello, Pinkie.” “Hey, Fluttershy! Listen, can I talk to you for a second?” Fluttershy looked around looking uncertain before turning back to Pinkie. “Um, aren’t we right now?” “Oh yeah.” Pinkie seemed to doze off for a second before breaking out into a smile again. “Anyway, I needed to tell you girls something. Applejack seemed to understand and so do Twilight and Rarity. You ever hear about an adult foal before?” “Um, should I?” “Uh, maybe? Some call it a fetish…’ Pinkie winced when Fluttershy’s eyes widened “…but it’s not to me!” She added quickly and Fluttershy nodded. “It’s kind of like a lifestyle. Adult foals like to dress like babies and act like them too. It helps us relax.” Pinkie couldn’t determine what kind of stare Fluttershy was using so she continued. “And some like to take care of adult foals like a mommy or daddy, maybe even special someponies being together as mommy or daddy.” “Y-you can do that?” Fluttershy questioned in a shocked tone. “Of course, silly! Though there’s not very many of us babies. And even fewer caretakers.” “R-right. It certainly sounds a bit taboo. Um…” “Yes?” Pinkie asked in an excited tone. She failed to notice Fluttershy blushing a thousand shades of crimson, or the fact that she was pawing at the dirt in the ground. “S-say t-that somepony wanted to know more about this… Would…” Fluttershy’s voice had begun to squeak, she was stuttering and now she simply trailed off. Pinkie, however, did notice this. Pinkie Pie sat next to Fluttershy and placed a hoof on her back. “If this makes you uncomfortable I can just stop—” “No! I just—” Pinkie could of sworn she heard her cuss under her breath in frustrating. “Can’t get it out? Feeling too nervous to speak?” Pinkie questioned back softly. Fluttershy nodded a few times with her mouth shut firmly. “Are you saying you might be a baby?” Fluttershy mimicked the same motion only in a firm shake of her head. “Um, mommy?” “Yes… I don’t think I’d be much good with a real baby. But trying it with another adult sounds fun…” “Well if I had my book on me… you could read more about it. You better go ask Twilight, she can help!” “Hmm… I think I know a better way. Don’t worry Pinkie, I can discover this side of myself on my own,” Fluttershy declared confidently. “Well, okie dokie then! I’ll see ya later, Fluttershy!” Pinkie called out and hopped away. “Bye!” Pinkie walked off a bit and took a seat on the bridge that connected Fluttershy’s cottage to think. “Hmm, I can always tell Rainbow tomorrow. Yeah, that sounds good! Besides, I haven’t been into work all day!” She exclaimed out loud, as if it was the most normal thing to say. She started walking away. A few minutes later she found herself nearing Applejack’s farm. She spotted an orange filly that she knew all too well. “Hey, Scootaloo! Slumber party?” She asked in a tone brimming with excitement. The filly stammered and almost fell off of her scooter. Her scooter dug into the dirt and screeched to a halt. The sun was setting. “Um, yes!” She said rather quickly. “I’m having one with Apple Bloom, so I better get going. Wouldn’t want to be late!” She said nervously. “Oh, I know what you mean, that’s never good. See ya later, Scootaloo!” She called out and hopped off, feeling a heavy weight lifted from her hooves. Tomorrow would be a bright day. The End