Silver Wing was riding with Bright Wing in a fancy carriage, with him sitting across from his mom. He asked, “So Mommy, who di ya mawy now?”
She smiled as she looked up, “His name is Gold Feather and he’s a very smart and rich stallion. He’ll make a wonderful father.”
Bright Wing eyed her and asked, “So how wich awe ya?”
Silver Wing laughed, “Very rich, you're going to be so happy now that I have more then enough bits to make your foalhood so much better than it was before.”
Bright Wing looked down, still a bit unsure as he mumbled, “Otay, wew that’s fine and all.”
Silver Wing looked at his suit and training pants a bit as she asked, “Darling, what are those?”
He looked up with puppy dog eyes and mumbled, “They twaining pants, why do ya ask?”
She blushed as she continued in a hushed tone, “Well, I’m sorry, swettie, but foals your age must be potty trained. I can’t have you wearing such garments.”
Bright Wing scrunched his training pants and whined, “Bu I gots ta weaw my twaining pants, I stiww in potty twaining.”
She sighed and grumbled, “Well, I’ll hire a qualified nanny and make sure we get that bit squared away as fast as possible. Until then we’ll get you something more...acceptable…” She looked over his small suit as well and added, “Such a horrible suit, I’ll have to get you new, presentable clothes for the party.”
They stopped at a clothing store as he grumbled, “Pawty?”
Silver Wing nodded. “Yes, darling. It’s not a foal’s party though, it’s a grown up party, and I need you looking your best. Now come on.” She helped him out of the carriage and carried him into the store as he looked up with a pout.
Nanny Comfy Rump was walking down the street as she asked, “So Bucket Bridle, how did you like playing with other foals for a change?”
He mumbled, “Is otay, they nice and happy bu I can’t tawk to them fow some weason. Pwobably a wesult of the speww.”
Comfy Rump laughed, “Oh, I’m just happy that you're at least trying, I promise that i’ll find some foals your age to play with eventually.” Then all of a sudden a carriage came up to them and she looked at it with an odd look. The doors opened and a smug looking pegaus stallion came out with a grin, “Madam Comfy Rump I presume?” He asked her.
“What do you want?” Comfy Rump asked. “In case you haven’t noticed, I have my little one to attend to at the moment, so please make it quick.”
The stallion smirked and explained, “I wish of your services. I need you to help care for my newly required foal.”
Nanny Comfy Rump sighed as she explained, “My schedule is quite full at the moment, but I’ll see about it. What is your foal’s name?”
The stallion smirked, “Bright Wing, he’s two years old and we just adopted him. It's just that I heard you're one of the best nannies in Canterlot, and I’d love to have you care for him,” He wrote down his address on a piece of paper and hoofed it to her. As he continued, “If you're interested, here’s my address.”
She took it and bowed, “I’ll come by if I have time, I promise.”
He smiled, “Alright, if you're interested, then come by tomorrow, We're throwing a party to show off our new heir to our family.” He laughed out loud as he closed the carriage door and rode off.
Comfy Rump shook her head, “I can't stand pompous fools like that. I feel sorry for the child he adopted.”
Bucket Bridle spoke up, “Wait, di he just say tey adopted Wright Wing?”
Comfy Rump gasped as she replied, “I thought that name sounded familiar! You don’t think he adopted one of your friends, do you?!”
Bucket Bridle replied, “Yeah, I tink he di. And it gets wowse, he's Cannon Feathew’s mean uncwe!”
“Then we must do somthing about it!” Comfy Rump concluded. “Bright Wing deserves a much better family than some stuffy uppercrusts, Prince Blueblood is the perfect example of what an upbringing like that will yield!”
Bucket Bridle suggested, “Wets go see Pwincess Cewestia, she wiw know wha ta do!”
Comfy Rump nodded in approval as she shouted, “Good idea, we’d better go right now! Hold on tight!” As she ran off at full speed down the road.
Silver Wing was now sitting on a bench in a dressing room with Bright Wing in her lap, while combing his mane and humming to herself. Bright Wing whispered, “So Mama, wheew wewe ya aw this time?”
She whispered back to him, “Darling, when I divorced your dad all those years ago, you have to understand that I couldn't take you with me at the time.”
He looked up and asked her, ”Bu why, Mama?”
She replied and explained, “At the time, I was getting remarried and I couldn’t have anything that would make me look unfavorable. I know it sounds selfish, but it’s true.”
Bright Wing muttered, “I’m sowie, Mama. I didn mean ta make ya feew bad.” He hugged her close as she kissed him and said to him. “No, it’s my fault. I put my ambitions in front of your well being as a foal. And I promise I’ll never do it again.”
Bright Wing then asked, “So, wha about this pwaty? Ya thowing it fow me ow ya sewf ‘cause you wan to spoil yasewf?”
Silver Wing gasped, “Bright Wing, hold that tongue of yours! And of course O’m throwing it for you!” She then finished combing his mane and placed him down on the ground, he was in a small tuxedo made for foals with a bow tie, was and wearing a golden pair of training pants. She looked him over as he grumbled, “Is itchy.”
“I'm sorry darling, but this is the most formal wear I could find for toddlers. But despite the itchiness, do they fit?” She asked him.
He grumbled as he waddled about, “Kind of, but it’s at west comfy,” He then nervously commented. “Bu if I have a accident, they may weak.”
“You better not wet them, I don’t want to start punishing you.” She grumbled, prompting Bright Wing to whimper, “Mama.”
She sighed and tried to adopt a sweeter tone as she said, “Honey, just don't try to drink anything, please. I’d rather you not have an accident, these clothes are quite expensive,” She hugged him and whispered, “Please stay with me, alright?”
Bright Wing sighed as he mumbled, “Otay Mama, I’w do my best.”
Silver Wing kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you. Now let’s get, going the party starts soon and you don’t want to miss it, do you?” He nodded humbly as she led him out of the changing room.
Luna and Celestia were both looking over books on family records in the palace library, while Cannon Feather was busy trying to read one of the books on the floor. All of a sudden, Celestia gasped, “Wait, I think I found something!”
“What is it, sister?” Luna asked. She came over to Celestia’s side as they poured over a genealogy map, She then commented, “This is most odd. It seems all three of our foalafied guards were related in some way.”
“Weally?!” Cannon Feather exclaimed.
Celestia nodded, “The three of you are apparnetly part of a scared family sworn to the royal guard, the Feathers and the Wings. They were some of the oldest families in Canterlot, they boast a remarkable resemeblance of mostly white coated and blue eyed pegasi, and their genealogy dates back all the way to the founding of Equestria.”
Cannon Feather gasped, “So, ya mean that evwy woyal guwad is a wealtive of mine?!”
Celestia smiled, “Not every royal guard, but probably most of them. There are some that come from Ponyville, Cloudsdale, and other locations though, and only a hoofful of those are tied to the Feathers or the Wings.”
Luna then asked, “But what about Cannon Feather’s family? What do they want with Bright Wing?”
“They want to combine the families and make an heir to their fortune, that’s what I’m thinking,” Celestia realized and turned the page. When she examined it, something caught her eye. “Hm, this is strange.”
“Wha is?” Cannon Feather asked.
Celestia replied, “There’s a pony missing from the family tree. It says here that a mare and a stallion in the Wing family had a foal. But the three went missing years ago, and their names were not recorded.”
”Weird, so what about Bucket Bridle?” Luna asked. “It strikes me odd with his...parents.”
Celestia was going to say something, when Comfy Rump suddenly burst into the room shouting, “Princess Celestia! A foal has been foal napped by royal fools!”
Bucket Bridle shouted, “Ya cwazy Mama! Do you got any wespect fow thw pwincess of Equestwia?!”
Celestia laughed, “Well it looks like you two are getting along just fine. And Bucket Bridle, you needen’t worry. I’ve had ponies interrupt me for far crazier reasons.”
Comfy Rump looked back at the sun princess and blushed as she apologized, “I’m sorry, Princess Celestia, but I just learned from my son that a mean stallion has adopted one of his foal friends. I will not stand by while a helpless foal is adopted by such horrible parents!”
Celestia nodded in agreement as she explained, “I’m aware of that, but from what I’ve learned I’m afraid that they are his family and the adoption is now legal. Unless we can prove they’re abusing or neglecting him, or get them to relinquish custody, there’s nothing wecan do.”
”Wait...I tink I gots an idea!” Cannon Feather shouted! Everypony looked down at him, while he closed a book and got up as he explained, “I was wowking at pictuas and if we were dwess up wike nobwe fowls, we can sneak in and get him out! Ten he can stay at the pawace untiw we figuwe out how to get him away fwom his mean pawnets!”
“I can’t just have you sneak back in your Aunt and Uncle’s house, Cannon Feather,” Celestia protested. “They won’t just let you into the party. You’ll need a thorough disguise, something that’ll ensure they don’t suspect it’s you. Otherwise, they could take you and challenge Luna for custody of you in court.”
Luna smiled as she replied, “I think I have an idea.” She lit up her horn, Cannon Feather’s fur turned black and his irises purple, as his mane became a light purple. He giggled and shouted, “Wow, now I weally am a pwince of ta night!”
Celestia eyed Luna as she said, “I’ll turn him back, I promise! But for now it should be sufficent enough to foold Cannon Feather’s Aunt and Uncle.”
Comfy Rump asked, “So, who will get them inside? And more importantly, who’s going to get them out?”
But Celestia spoke up in protest as she said. “Woah, hold it! I can't just have foals pull escapades like this!”
“But we not fowls, we woyal guwads!” The two foals shouted together. Celestia sighed, sensing that Cannon Feather and Bucket Bridle were not going to take no for an answer. She reluctantly said to them. “Alright, but you're going to have to dress like noble toddlers.”
Cannon Feather nodded, “Wight, we gots to dwess in fancy cwothing.”
Luna laughed, “That’s right, my little prince. And I think I have the perfect outfit in mind for you.”
Battleheart was now riding in a carriage, with the two foal guards sitting with him. “Your mission is infiltrate the party, figure out the conspiracy of Silver Wing and Golden Feather, and get Bright Wing out of there. Is that correct?” He asked them.
“Pwetty much!” The two foal guards shouted. They were dressed in poofy blue prince suits, with little golden shoulder pads and doubly thick white diapers that had little sun wetness indicators decorating the outside. Battleheart asked them. “So, why are you two wearing diapers?”
Bucket Bridle grumbled, “Cannon Feather is sayin, since wew goin to be so busy twying ta save Bwight Wing, tat we won't have time ta go potty.”
Cannon Feather giggled, ”Cewestia designed them just fow us. They so comfy.” He bounced in his padding with a giggle.
Battleheart then asked, “So, um...why was I chosen to be the escort? And where are we going?”
Bucket Bridle explained, “Ya goin ta be owa dada, and we gots ta have a mama.”
That was when the carriage stopped, and a familiar mare from the summer sun celebration entered the carriage, with her blue dress, white mane, blue eyes, and golden mane and tail. She looked into the carriage and gasped, “Battleheart?”
“Ma’am, you're beautiful.” Battleheart replied in awe.
The mare blushed, “Stop it, you’re making me blush,” She walked into the carriage and dawwed upon seeing Bucket Bridle and Cannon Feather, “Oh, it's those foals from the garden party. How are you two little ones doing?”
The two shouted together, “Gweat!”
”Well, it’s nice to see you two again,” She looked down at their diapered rumps and giggled, “Oh, you're not potty trained yet, huh?”
They both shook their heads as Cannon Feather asked, “Wait wha ya name?”
Battleheart turned as the mare said, “I’m Morning Dew, pleased to meet you.”
Battleheart whispered, “Morning Dew, what a lovely name.”
Morning Dew blushed again, “Thanks,” She turned back to the foals, “I was told that you three need me to fake being your caretaker.”
Cannon Feather shouted, “Weally?! How ya gonna do tat?!”
Morning Dew laughed, “Well. it will be more difficult more than I thought, but I was thinking you two could pass as my cousins.”
Cannon Feather was delighred with the arrangement, “Otay, that’s gweat! We can go to ta pawty and save my fwiend!”
The mare giggled as she continued, “Alright. And Battleheart is here to be my escort.”
Battleheart gasped, “Really?! I mean..I knew I was going to be an escort, but I had no idea I would be escorting you. I didn’t expect to see you again so soon after what happened at the garden party.”
She blushed as she cooed, “What, you missed me?”
The foals all laughed as Battleheart turned in embarrassment.
Their carriage soon arrived at a mansion. Bucket Bridle shouted to Cannon Feather, “Ya mean ya wived hewe?!” Cannon Feather turned his head as he mumbled, “Yeah, bu is no wha it seams.”
Battleheart replied, “Yeah, this place seems dangerous, even from here.”
Morning Dew sighed, “It’s just a mansion, not Sombra’s castle.” She got out and lead the foals down the line of noble stallions and mares all dressed nicely and talking amongst themselves. One fancy mare turned and gasped, “Morning Dew, is that you?”
Morning Dew blushed as she replied, “Yes Fleur, it’s so good to see you again.”
Fleur cooed as she turned her attention to Cannon Feather and Bucket Bridle, “Oh are these the big royal guards from the party?” She chuckled. Cannon Feather giggled as Bucket Bridle scrunched his diaper, trying to hide it. Fleur smirked, “Oh, don’t be ashamed, I had a feeling you weren’t potty trained,” She winked at him as he stepped back. Fleur then asked Morning Dew, “So, are you their mother?”
Morning Dew blushed and shook her head, “No, they’re my cousins. I’m looking after them while their parents are on a trip.”
Fleur dawwed, “Oh, how thoughtful of you. Ironically, I’m also caring for my younger cousins. But this party from what heard will rival that of the Grand Galloping Gala. So I had Fancy Pants stay behind to watch the little ones in my place.”
Morning Dew laughed, “Oh wow, I never imagined Fancy Pants would be the one to care for foals.”
Fleur smiled, ”Well, I’ll have to see how he does when I get back. Hopefully Fancy Pants can change a few diapers.,” She turned to Battleheart and asked, “So is this your coltfriend?”
Morning Dew and Battleheart both shouted, “No!” They both looked back at each other then back at Fleur, as Battleheart got stern and said firmly. “I’m her escort for the evening, to keep her safe.”
Fleur smiled with a smirk, “Right.” But she said nothing more.
The group came upon the front doors, and butler with a guest list rolled out in front of him he looked over and asked, “Morning Dew is it? You're on the list...but…” He looked down at the foals, who started to shak. An audible hiss could be heard and their diapers began to turn yellow as the butler grimaced, “Um, your foals are not on the list.”
Morning Dew winked at him “Really? But their my cousins, and I couldn’t find a nanny, and I’ll have to tell everypony in the kingdom why I missed this wonderful party.”
The butler sighed, “Fine, but keep those foals in line. I’d better not have any messes to clean up from the likes of them.”
Morning Dew nodded as she pushed the foals inside, “Of course, I’ll keep an eye on them.” She lead them inside the main hall where ponies stood about talking and laughing, with a large buffet table in the back, and some ponies dancing in the middle of the floor. Morning Dew looked around, suddenly she spotted Bright Wing standing next to Silver Wing and Golden Feather, who were talking to other noble ponies. Morning Dew whispered to the foals, “Alright, I’ll go talk to Silver Wing and her husband, and distract them. You two get to Bright Wing and try to talk some sense into him.”
The foals both nodded, as Morning Dew came up to Silver Wing who smiled, “Morning Dew, it so good to see you. I was hoping you could make it.”
Morning Dew blushed, “Silver Wing, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Silver Wing turned to Braveheart and asked, “Is that a member of the royal guard?”
Morning Dew turned towards her escort, ”Yes he is, I paid him a fortune to keep me and my foals safe,” He blushed as she turned and continued, “So, while we’re talking, why not have our foals play?”
Silver Wing scoffed, “They can converse, but no playing. I’d rather they not knock anything over or make a mess.”
Bright Wing crawled towards his friends as they crawled away together. They all hugged each other, as Bright Wing nuzzled them both, until he heard audible squishing sounds. He looked down at their padded crotches (that were now yellow and sagging around their rumps) and gasped, “Cannon Feather, you wook weiwd! And you and Bucket Bwidle awe both awe weawing diapees! Why?!”
They both giggled as Cannon Feather explained. “Wuna tuwned me wike this to sneak in. Bwight Wing, we wowe diapees becawse we dun gots time to go ta potty, we gots ta get ya out of hewe!” Bucket Bridle continued, “Yeah, we come hewe ta wescue ya!”
Bright Wing shook his head, “Ya wasin ya time, Sivaw Wing is my mommy.”
Cannon Feather cried, “Even if she is, she’s howibwe! She jus using ya to hawe an heiw to this money, she’ww take ya fowlhood away! She’ww twy to make suwe you neva become a woyal guawd!”
Bright Wing looked down as he replied, “I dun know, I..I can’t jus weave hew, without me she wun have an heiw to hew money.”
Cannon Feather shouted, “So what?! She cawes mowe abou money then ya! Surewy ya not happy bein’ with hew, wight?”
Bright Wing replied, “Weww, I do hate some tings. This suit is itchy, the food tastes bad, and..and….” He blushed as he held his golden training pants, “These twianing pants awe vewy thin. I scawed If I hawe an accident, I’ww make a wetties on the fwoor.”
Cannon Feather looked at the golden training pants and shuddered, “Twust me, ya dun want ta wet those, ow mess in tem. They pawt of the weason why I was in diapees untiw I was fuwwy potty twained at the age of five.”
Bright Wing looked up, “Bu Cannon Feathaw, she...she’s my mommy. If she don adopt me, who wiw?”
Cannon Feather replied, “Wuna adopted me..maybe one of ta pwincesses wiw adopt ya? Wike Cewestia ow Cadence?”
Bright Wing sighed, as he turned to Silver Wing who was laughing, “Oh I know, we were so lucky to find him.” She boasted
Bright Wing scowled, “Bu, she aweady signed the adoption papas.”
Cannon Feather rolled his eyes, “Come on, ya tink Cewestia is jus gonna wet that cwazy mawe go, now tat we know she jus usin ya? She’ww see to it that she can’t keep ya.”
Bright Wing grumbled, ”Fine, bu how do we get of hewe? Ta pwace is cwaing with noble ponies who awe wowkin fow hew. They’ww be suwe to stop you if you twy to weave with me.”
Cannon Feather shouted. “We cwash ta pawty of cowuse!” He crawled off, laughing manically, as Bucket Bridle and Bright Wing shrugged and followed Cannon Feather.
Silver Wing laughed again, “Yes, I still can’t believe that we adopted the brat. I thought that my first husband would’ve given him away. Luckily after the other brat, Cannon Feather, shouted at us in front of Princess Celestia, there was no way we could adopt him, so we had no choice, I hope you’re never cursed with foals. They cry all day and night, make messes all over your floors and furnitures, slobber on your belongings or flush them down the toilet, and they’re awfully stinky! Dear Celestia, their dirty diapers stink worse than sewer rats!”
Morning Dew was disgusted by Silver Wing’s comments, but knew she couldn’t draw attention to herself, so she reluctantly coughed, “Well...um..ok.”
That was when they heard a crash, and they all turned to Cannon Feather smashing the platters of food onto the ground shouting, “Cwush the nasty food! Thwow it aw away!” He giggled, about throwing the food to the ground, and at the noble stallions and mares who began to run away in terror. Then a loud crash echoed throughout the room, as the guests turned in horror to see Bucket Bridle smashing a violin shouting, “Wowk, I pwaying ta viowin!” Octavia (who had been invited to perform) grabbed her cello and sprinted down the hall in concern! Bucket Bridle chased after her shouting, “I wana pway ya cewwo too!” Strings and smashed wood trailing behind him.
Bright Wing was giggling and dancing around, until Silver Wing shouted, “Bright Wing!” Bright Wing looked up as she came over, “You ungrateful wretched little brat!” Bright Wing in fear looked up at her as she came over, “After everything I did! After I took you in and gave you a life of luxury! This is how you repay me?!” Bright Wing was scared out of his mind as urine leaked through his golden training plants and poured onto the ground, Silver Wing shouted, “Now, you're pissing on my nice clean floor!” She came up to slap him, and when Morning Dew stood in front of her, she shouted, “Get out of the way!”
But Morning Dew furiously replied, “You won't lay a hoof on him! Can’t you see how terrified he is?! You just told me that you have no care for foals, and you also told me you're just using him! In fact, I’d say I have every reason to get him out of your clutches! If this how you treat him, I shudder to imagine what an actual child of yours would have to suffer!”
Silver Wing stared at Morning Dew and the other foals coming over to Bright Wing. Furiously, she shouted, “Fine! I’ll tear up those adoption papers and Bright Wing can become an orphan for all I care! My good friend Spoiled Rich was right, foals are nothing but trouble!” She then left with a humpf.
Morning Dew picked up the three foals and placed them on her back. She grimaced a bit, feeling their soaked garments on her back as she sighed, “Alright you three, let's get you home.”
Bright Wing looked to Golden Feather and Silver Wing, both of whom eyeing him angrily, as he turned his head, unsure of who would raise him now.