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// Chapter 7: Ghost of a Chance 
// Story: A Spoiled Foal 
// by Foal Star 
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Spoiled was lying down in her foal buggy covered in foal blankets and suckling her pacifier, as she was staring into the sky she thought, “I am so glad they didn’t know it was me. Even if I got turned back to normal I could never show my face in Ponyville again. Messing myself in front of all those students, and being changed by that Trottinghamer who stole the Student Pony Presidency away from my daughter, has to be one of the worst things that could’ve ever happened to me!"

The little foal turned, looking at the statue of Celestia and thought to herself, “Wait, my house isn’t anywhere near that. Where is this nanny taking me? Is she trying to foalnap me?!"

They suddenly came near Sugarcube corner and Spoiled looked up to see a familiar, happy looking, pink earth pony staring back at her and squealing, “Oh my Celestia!Iis that Goldie Locks?!” 

Spoiled groaned and placed her hooves over her eyes, making Pinkie laugh, then she picked up the squirming foal and hugged her close as she cooed, “Aww is the little foal embarrassed?”

Spoiled gave a few nods before blushing and putting her hooves over her eyes again, making Pinkie giggle, “Aww, but why? There’s no reason! You’re so cute in that little dress of yours!” She then twirled Spoiled around a bit, making her giggle and squeal in delight, not realizing other ponies walking about, dawwing at the scene. 

    Pinkie then lifted Spoiled up, revealing her cute pink diaper, and gave her a few raspberries, making her squeal and laugh more. Pinkie then threw her into the air and she floated gently onto Pinkie’s back, hugging her mane close.
Nanny De’Foal clapped and cooed, “Zat was cute, Pinkie.”

Pinkie giggled, and with a bright smile replied, “Yeah, you should see it when I play with the Cake Twins. They make me do stuff like that all day until I’m napping right with them,” 

Spoiled yawned and smacked her lips as Pinkie cooed, “Looks like Goldie is ready for a nap too.”

Nanny De’Foal nodded and commented, “I agree, zhe did have a rather long day. I think zhe zhould have a little nap, then zhe’ll be ready to play again.”

Pinkie squealed. “That would be wonderful! She’s going to have so much fun here with the twins!” 

Then without a second’s notice, Pinkie scooped up little foal and placed her on her back. 

Mrs.Cake came out, smiling at them as she greeted, “Hello little one. Are you Goldie Locks?”

Nanny De’Foal nodded and replied, “Yez. Will it be alright if she stayz here for a little bit? Zhe is exhauzted from Cheerilee’z clazz.”

Mrs.Cake nodded, “Of course, it’s no problem at all. I’m sure Pound and Pumpkin won’t mind having a playmate.”

De’Foal smiled at her and replied, “Thank you, now I’d better get going. The shop can’t run itself you know.”

Pinkie gave De’Foal a salute and told, “Don’t worry, De’Foal I’ll take good care of precious little Goldie Locks.”

De’Foal ruffled Pinkie’s mane and cooed, “I know you will.” She then bounced off as Pinkie went upstairs to the Cake Twins’ nursery. Pinkie quickly took off Spoiled’s dress and placed her right in between Pound and Pumpkin, who were snuggled deep in their blankets, sound asleep. Spoiled dug right under the blankets and threw them over her face as she could only think, “Hopefully it can’t get any worse.” 

Pinkie just kissed her on the forehead, before turning off the lights and going downstairs.





Spoiled woke to a squelching sound. She groaned, feeling the cold, damp diaper between her legs. She kicked the blankets off of her and, when she saw her sodden diaper she gasped, seeing it leaking through the padding and onto the crib’s padded mattress .She looked over to see Pound and Pumpkin cake giggling at her. Pound Cake crawled up and booped her on the nose, “Aftewnoon.”

Spoiled blushed, hugging a teddy close to her as she whispered, “Aftewnoon,” The two foals giggled again, as she got up with her saggy diaper swinging back and forth, more urine leaking out. She gave the two a stern look as she grumbled, “Wha ya two waughin about?”

They both pointed to her sagging diaper as Pound Cake commented, “Ya diapee is weakin pee aww ova ta pwace.”

Pumpkin Cake nodded and added, “Yeah, Spowied, ya heavy wetta. I dun tink me and my bwotha have eva wet owa diapees tat much.”

Spoiled looked down at her diaper and groaned. She sat back down with a plop and pulled her blanket around the soggy diaper, trying to hide it but that just made the twins laugh even harder. Spoiled pouted once more, unable to do much until Pinkie came up from behind and scooped her up in her embrace again, cooing, “Aww did little Goldie wet her diapee?”

Spoiled put her hooves over her eyes again as she whimpered. Pinkie just set her down on the twins’ changing table as she smirked, poking the diaper as she replied, “Oh yes you did, that’s one soggy diaper, We’re going to have to pad you up good to make sure you don’t leak, soggy pants.” She then stripped Spoiled of her sodden diaper, wiped her soggy rump and powdering her up good. Spoiled just looked up, trying to imagine she was still back at home sleeping and this was just a dream. 
But reality hit back when Pinkie first put a giant, thick, cloth diaper around her, then she lifted another pink frilly diaper and strapped it around her rump, as Pinkie patted the diapered rump. 

“There all clean, little one. And with extra protection to boot.” She cooed.

Pinkie placed Spoiled on the ground, then she took Pound and Pumpkin out of the crib, and set them down next to Spoiled as she cooed, “Now you three go on and play. I need to help Mr and Mrs. Cake close up shop, be back in a jiffy.” She then bounced off again as the three foals went over to the blocks. 

Spoiled noticed the extra cloth diaper made it harder for her to walk, and made her waddle more pronounced, with puffs of foal powder going through the leg holes. She grumbled, “I hope that cloth diaper does it’s job. I’d rather not feel what three diapees would feel like.”

    The foals got to the blocks and plopped their rumps on the ground. They built a tower of blocks for awhile, then Pound turned to the grumpy Spoiled and asked, “So, Spoiwed, ya figuwed a way to gwow-wp again?”

Pumpkin Cake followed up by asking. “Yeah, do ya want to gwow-up? Becawse I tink bein a foaw is way mowe fun ten bein a bowin gwon up...unwess ya Pinkie Pie.”

Spoiled shouted loudly. “Of cowse I do! BuI hawen’t figuwed out how!” She then smashed the block tower, scattering the blocks across the nursery! Pound was stunned and whimpered, “But yestawday ya seem happy, why ya bein mean again?”

Spoiled looked away and grumbled angrily, “Wew, sometimes my foawish bwain makes me go cwazy. Wike the time it made me bounce awound in my soggy diapee fow no weason!”
    
Pumpkin giggled, “Wew, owa foawish bwains do tat aw ta time, and ten we dwive Mommy, Daddy, and Auntie Pinkie cwazy.”

Spoiled rolled her eyes, “Wew tat’s diffewnt. I was a gwown-up, ya two awe actuaw foaws.”

Pound got up and said to Spoiled, “Wew, tat nanny is back and she’s pwobably tawkin to Mommy down staiws. We cowd see if tat nanny’s gots somthin to tuwn ya into a gwown-up?”

Spoiled pondered (while sucking on her hoof) then nodded, “Yeah tat’s a gweat idea! We can go and find tat watwe tat tuwned me into a foaw! It cowd tuwn me back to nowmaw.”

Pumpkin clapped her hooves and chirped, “Sounds wike fun! It sownds wike pwayin spies.”

Pound nodded, “Yeah and if we spies we need spy stuff,” They crawled over to the diaper changing table, and Pound opened it and took some stuff out. He grabbed the foal powder and babbled, “Pumpkin, wemeba ta scawy ghosts fwom Nightmawe Night?”

Pumpkin nodded and babbled, “Yeah, tat was so scawy. We got so scawed, we hid behind mommy’s haiw.” 

Spoiled rolled her eyes and babbled, “Yeah, ghosts awe evewywhew on Nightmawe Night. What does that have to do with anythin?”

Pound turned as he explained. “If I wemeba ta stowies fwom Nightmawe Night, ghosts awe invisibwe and scawy. If we put foaw powda aww ova us and make us be ghosts, we can sneak in, go to ta nanny’s sadwebag, and find ta magic wattwe without ta gwown ups seeing us.”

Pumpkin clapped and bounced while shouting, “Tat’s ta best idea I eva heawd! I can’t wait to be a ghost.”

Spoiled smirked and was going to tell Pound it was a bad idea. But then she heard something tell her, "That sounds like a lot of fun. You love Nightmare Night and being a ghost. Maybe you’ll get lots of candy?!" 

Her angry look slowly turned to a smile, seeing how happy Pound looked, and instead she babbled, “Tat’s a gweat pwan, Pound Cake, wet’s be ghosts!”





It was now later in the afternoon, as Sugarcube Corner was closed, and Mr. and Mrs. Cake were cleaning up the place. While Nanny De’Foal was helping herself to a plate of croissants and drinking tea, chatting with Pinkie Pie. De’Foal cooed, “Zo, how was little Goldie? I hope zhe wasn’t any trouble?”

Pinkie shook her head and replied, “Nope, she’s been asleep for most of the day. She must’ve been tuckered out after meeting the school foals.”

Nanny De’Foal nodded, “Yes I think zo, but she was zo adorable. In fact, I think Zcootaloo took some pictures.”

Pinkie squealed in delight, “Did she?! Oh, I have to see them!”

De’Foal laughed, “I don’t have them, but next time I zee Zcootaloo, I’ll tell her to zhow them to you.”

Pinkie squealed again. “Oh, I can’t wait to see them! I’d better take some pictures of Goldie myself before she goes back home, I want to put them into the twins’ photo album.”


De’Foal smiled as she thought, "That would be cute, even if they won’t know it’s Spoiled. This little journey will be captured, and Spoiled will never be able to escape the memory of it. That’ll ensure she remembers her lesson."

As the two mares chatted away, three little foals covered in foal powder, slowly crawled down the stairs, peeking around the corner. There Spoiled, could see the diaper bag right next to the nanny and whispered, “Thewe it is, the nanny’s diapee bag!”

Pound Cake then whispered, “Otay. We ghosts, so we can just go and find ta wattwe, ten weave befowe tey notice us.” 

He and Pumpkin ran across the room to the diaper bag. Nanny De’Foal looked over, hearing their little hooves hitting the ground, and burst into laughter at what she saw. The twins had their coats and manes covered in foal powder, making them look like little white coated foals. All the while Spoiled (still by the stairs) giggled silently. "This is so funny! I can’t wait to see what else they do!"

Pinkie turned and also burst into laughter at the twins. Pound and Pumpkin looked at each other in astonishment, as Pound asked his sister. “Wait, they can see us? But we ghosts.”

Pumpkin replied, “How about we twy scawyin tem away fwom ta bag?”

Pound gave his sister a big grin and shouted. “Gweat idea, sissy! Wets go scawe Pinkie and ta nanny.” So the two got on their hind legs and started waving their forelegs frantically.

Pinkie and Nanny De’Foal both hid behind the table, playing along, as Pinkie shouted overdramatically. “Oh no, the ghost foals have come to haunt us! What are we going to do?!”

De’Foal wailed, “I don’t know, Pinkie. They must be looking for their lost ghost diapers!”

Pumpkin and Pound both grinned at each other, as Spoiled squealed, “It wowked!” She then took the opportunity to waddle across the room at a fast pace. She barely noticed the foal powder all over her, or the twins now chasing Pinkie and De’Foal around Sugarcube Corner, tracking foal powder everywhere. 

Spoiled eventually came to the diaper bag. She lifted herself up, and started digging through the foal stuff inside, diapers, powder, toys. She dumped it all out, scattering the stuff absent mindedly and whispering. “Where is that wattwe?!” 

Then, without warning, she was picked up by somepony! She wailed and screamed, kicking about and shouting. 

Mrs. Cake placed the little foal on her back and patted her diapered rump a few times as she cooed, “No, no, no, dear. That’s Nanny De’Foal’s diaper bag. It’s not polite to snoop through other ponies belongings.” 

Then she and Mr. Cake looked around Sugarcube Corner, which now had foal powder scattered all over the place. 

Mr. Cake rubbed his eyes and asked, “What in Celestia happened here?”

Mr. and Mrs. Cake both looked at the foals, De’Foal, and Pinkie with baffled looks. Pinkie shouted, “Uh, just playing with the foals, that's all.”

The two foals were both confused, as Pound whispered to his sister. “Wooks wike Daddy and Mommy weren’t scawed of us.”

Pumpkin replied, “Yeah, and Pinkie said she was pwayin with us. I tink owa ghost pwan didn wowk.”

De’Foal got up and lowered her head as she apologized. “I'm zorry, we got carried away. I’ll clean up ze mezz we made.”

Mrs. Cake waved a hoof and cooed. “Oh, dont worry about it. I just didn't want all that foal powder getting all over the place.” 

She then picked up the twins, and sat them next to Spoiled who was still pouting. That was when De’Foal turned to her diaper bag and its contents spilled all over the floor.  

She gasped and shouted. “Oh my, what happened here?!”

Mrs. Cake turned to Spoiled, who put her hooves over her eyes, as Mrs. Cake cooed. “Little Goldie here was digging through your diaper bag. I caught her in the act.”

De Foal gave Spoiled a knowing smirk.“Trying to find the rattle no doubt. I’d better keep a better eye on this foal. Something tells me she’s not going to give up so easily."

But on the outside she just dawwed seeing that Spoiled’s padding was soiled and a little wet, as she cooed. “I think Little Goldie was just looking for a fresh diapee.”

Pinkie bounced up, shouting. “Did little Goldie just mess her diaper?!” 

Spoiled looked down and groaned, with the twins giggling frantically. Mr. Cake then picked up a sparkling fresh diaper. “Here, let me help with that.” He offered.

De’Foal trotted over, took the diaper from Mr. Cake’s mouth and hastily replied with a  sheepish smile, “Oh, zat won't be necessary. How about you and Mrs. Cake get zese naughty foals cleaned up?”

Mr. Cake, a bit surprised, stammered. “Um, alright. But are you sure you don’t need any help with your bag?”

De’Foal nodded and continued. “Please, I’d rather reorganize ze bag myself. Just go.”

Mr. and Mrs. Cake shrugged, as they went upstairs. Pound turned to Spoiled and asked “So, di ya find ta magic wattwe?”

Spoiled shook her head and grumbled. “No, it wasn’t in hew bag. I dun know whewe it went.”

Pumpkin then hugged spoiled and whispered. “Sowie, Spowied, we twied to hewp. We taught we wewe scawyin ta big ponies, but tey whew just pwayin with us.”

Spoiled was surprised and a bit angry with the foal hugging her, but her foalish brain took over, and she hugged Pumpkin back, cooing. “It's otay, you two make gweat ghosts.”

But in her mind she thought. “Ugh, I don't want to do this, but I can't stand to see Pumpkin Cake sad, she's my friend. Wait, what am I talking about?! Ugh, if this keeps going, I'm going to be thinking like a stupid little foal forever!”





De’Foal was now packing away the items that had spilled out of her bag. “Thank Celestia Mr. Cake didn't hold onto that diaper any longer, or he would've become another foal I'd have to care for. And I only have so much of that amnesia dust.” She thought to herself.

As De’Foal stuffed her diaper bag with the items, Pinkie was sweeping the foal powder into piles as she asked. “So, De’Foal, why didn’t you want Mr. Cake helping you? Are those diapers and foal supplies fragile or something?”

De’Foal cooed. “Oh no, dear. I just didn't want to be a bother that's all.” She quickly piled all her stuff and tossed it in the bag.

Pinkie shrugged. “Okay. Just curious, that’s all.” 

Pinkie finished sweeping her piles into a dust bin and threw it all into a pail. She then picked up a mysterious looking rattle with the number two displayed on it. 

De’Foal came up and snatched it from Pinkie. “Oh thank you, I was looking all over for that.”

Pinkie gave De’Foal a smile and chirped, “No problem, but uh, why does it have the number two on it? Why is weird looking? Why do you have all this random foal stuff?”

De’Foal tried to smile, as sweat started to drip from her brow. “Well, um... it's just emergency foal zupplies, nothing more.” She insisted.

“Why not give the rattle to Goldie though?” Pinkie asked. “I think she was looking for it.”

Reacting solely on instinct, De’Foal reached into her bag to grab her powder and was going to use it on Pinkie, when Mr. and Mrs. Cake came down, and Mrs. Cake looked around, smiling. “Great job, Pinkie. This place looks ten times better.”

Pinkie looked up and saluted. “Yep, it's all clean down here. I was just asking De’Foal if she could lend her rattle to Goldie Locks.”

Mrs. Cake turned to De’Foal and smiled at her as she asked. “Oh, would that be alright? Goldie was quite fussy when I changed her, and she still is. I think that could calm her down.”

De’Foal was going to say something, before Pinkie pie snatched it away, saying. “Yeah, I bet this will get fussy Goldie to calm down!” 

She then ran upstairs, and De’Foal, stunned, just watched as Mr. and Mrs. Cake both laughed.

Mrs. Cake cooed. “Sorry about that. Pinkie can be quite a foal herself sometimes. I can make her give it back if you want?”

De’Foal just gulped and smiled as she replied. “It’s no problem, it's just a rattle. But I zhould go upstairs and zee if I can help.” 

She then ran upstairs as fast as she could as she thought. "That Pinkie Pie! I need to get the rattle back before she unleashes its full power!"