The next morning
Blossom woke up with a yawn stretching out her hooves. As she smacks her lips she felt something was amiss but wasn’t sure what it was. The filly noticed her pacifier was near the side of her tiny body. Blossom popped it back in suckling away looking up at a mobile spinning overhead thinking I feel weird...but nothing is wrong. I'm a filly named Blossom and I have a mommy who loves me a lot.
After a few more suckles kicking about in her pink sleeper the smell of her icky padding made her lose focus and her lips quivered and she began to cry.
Cheerilee was quick as a whip came into the room and up to the little filly still wearing her lovely yellow dress with its pink apron and her mane still tied in a bun. The mare came up to the crib. “Oh somepony made a stinky, yes you did.”
The mare scooped Blossom cradling the filly in her hooves cooed, “there-there it's alright mommy is here.” when Blossom’s whining faded into a adorable coo, Cheerilee moved toward the change table. She laid the little one down carefully and began to open up the tabs and began to wipe down her foal clean. Blossom kicked about whining throughout the change. But Cheerilee was patient and finished cleaning the filly’s rump. “Phew, I think my foal needs a nice bath. I bet you love bubbles.”
“Bubbles!” Blossom clapped looking around some more as her bare bottom is taken along to the bathroom. Cheerilee managed to hold her filly while also turning the water making sure it was just the right temperature.
Blossom, of course, was quick to splash about while the bubbles formed in the shallow water. Her mommy beamed at the sight leaning in to quickly nuzzle her only to get some water splashed on her face. Cheerilee laughed before grabbing a bottle of baby shampoo and started lathering her filly’s coat in soap. Blossom cooed loving the baby shampoo over her fur making it even softer. Her long mane was also lathered in the same soap. She squealed as Cheerilee poured water over Blossom’s body until all the suds were gone from her body.
After thirty minutes of splashing about Cheerilee took Blossom out of the tub. She wrapped the filly up in a towel and dried up the little filly ruffling up her mane making Blossom giggle and squeal. She then took Blossom upstairs and plopped her on the bed. Cheerilee preceded in powdering Blossom’s rump then strapping her in a thick diaper patting it well. She moves to the dresser and brought out a pink frilly dress and a bow and started dressing Blossom for their day. The dress did nothing to cover her diaper being frilly and with white lining not that the foal minded. Cheerilee next took a brush and began to groom the mare’s mane and tail while Blossom snuggled into her mama’s chest. The foal felt a light tug on her mane as a bow was tied in place She cooed and let out another laugh as she got a big kiss on the cheek. “There now you're ready, cutie.”
Blossom blushed looking at herself in the mirror... Even if ponies thought she looked like Big Mac with her poofy diaper and embarrassing pink dress Blossom looked like a little filly no older than one.
Cheerilee placed Blossom on her back and bounced downstairs to the living room where a fold up stroller and diaper bag waited. Blossom was buckled into her stroller and a bottle of formula plopped into her mouth. Cheerilee cooed “I knew you would probably be hungry. So drink up little one.”
But Blossom’s eyes widen as she sucked her bottle with a smile growing on her face. This is great! I love my baba! Cheerilee strapped a diaper bag around her then pushed the stroller out the door.
The smell of freshly baked muffins wafted through the bakery as Cheerilee entered Sugarcube Corner. The foal quickly picked up on the delightful smells and looked around curiously.
Pinkie was quick to notice them jumping over this counter and bounced over.
“Hi, Cheerilee, who this little filly?” She leaned down and boop the filly nose.
“This is Blossom, my new adopted daughter. “
Pinkie picked Blossom out of the stroller nuzzling nose to nose seeing the small filly smile back. ” Aww, she so cute, yes you are. “ Pinkie cooed, holding Blossom out by her forelegs.
The foal in return, babbled back at her some drool running down her chin.
“You know Cheerilee, she looks a lot like Big Mac. “
Cheerilee tilted her head. “That is what Rarity said too. How strange. “
She rubbed her head confused soon watching another odd sight occur as Pinkie began to babble back at her foal. Blossom smile babbling back and giggling. The pink pony seemed to retort with the babble equivalent of, “I know right.”
The motherly mare just stood there watching in the moment later until the oddity wore off.” What were you talking about?”
Pinkie blinked and shrugged setting Blossom on her back. “ I have no idea. “ she beamed.
Cheerilee face hoofed making the mistake of trying to understand the being that was Pinkie Pie.
“Wow, three times today it's not even lunch. “ pinkie giggled. “Hey the twins are awake, should we let them play together?”
Cheerilee nodded. ‘Oh, that’s a great idea. That’s mostly why I came over.”
“Sure, you just sit down and have something to drink while I get Blossom settled.” Pinkie happily took Blossom up the stairs soon ending the Cakes nursery. The twins at the moment were busy clacking blocks together smiling wide in their innocent playtime. The two cooed from the playpen string at the filly on Pinkie’s back. The party pony happily set the foal down on the floor watching her waddle over to the Cakes. Pound stopped playing with his blocks and glanced at Blossom babbling.
“Hi hi,” he cooed.
Pumpkin leaned over and touch the mane on Blossom. “Pretty.”
Blossom giggled shaking her head around. “Hehe, you pretty too,” she pokes the purple onesie Pumpkin was wearing.
Pinkie beamed “Oh they're getting along,” she cooed to herself. ‘Wish I spoke babble.” The three foals all turn and look up at her clapping happily. “Oh you want me to play too well okay. I got a fun idea.”
Blossom dormant adult mind only made her imagination stronger as she started imaging the pen walls as fence like a prison. Pinkie dimmed the light just enough so that flashlight would shine the ground like a spot light. “Run from the light,” Pinkie cheered the foal quickly giggling and avoiding it as the party pony moved it around.
The foals rush around tripping and such as they avoid the light. “Don’t let them spot you,” Blossom laughed doing a roll as she got back up. The other two were probably just thinking it nice game of keep away. Pinkie kept it up for a while herding the three around with the light until putting it down and letting them rest a little. “Hehe, no one escapes from PInkie’s play penitentiary,’ she snickered watching the foal roll around for fun.
Blossom wasn’t sure what a prison was but something in her head knew it was just a game too. She got up and look at the twins. “We should break out,” she suggested wiggling her diaper bottom.
“Where we go?” Pound ask squeezing the life out of one of the teddy bears.
“Mama land?” Pumpkin suggested
“What that?” Blossom tilted her head.
“It where mama sleep.”
The filly giggled nodding. “Okay but we need a distraction,” Blossom saw the large blocks and had an idea on how to get over the pen wall. Just before Pumpkin could ask how, Pound was picked up by Pinkie. The caretaker sniffed the colt diaper bottom “Phew, some colt needs a changy,” she cooed taking him toward the table.
Blossom gestured Pumpkin to follow as she grabbed the large blocks and began to stack them into a staircase of sorts Pound wiggled about on the changeing table only slowing down his diaper change giving them time to build their escape route. Blossom carefully ascended the stack of blocks and crawled over the playpen walls landing on the other side in a poof of her pampers and the foal powder that bellowed around her. She giggled watching Pumpkin follow suit. Once out the two quickly waddle as fast as they can the door double checking that PInkie was still occupied with the diaper change. Pumpkin lead the way down the hall. Being foals their hooves were too light or make any creeks in the wood. Soon they reach the towering door of the parents bedroom the door partly cracked open but not enough to squeeze through.
“Mama land just passed the door but how we gonna move it.”
Blossom had an idea and waddle the door. She wasn't sure what she was doing as she turned and raise her hind legs bucking the door with all her pudgy hooves could manage. The result was her falling into her tummy as the door pushed open for them.
“Oooh what was dat?”
“Apple buckin,” Blossom replied.
Pumpkin just tilted her head confused.
“Uh...I don’t know,” Blossom rub her neck scrunching up her face. What was that trick anyway? Why did she know it? Mommy never did it. She shook her head the two quickly wiggling through the gap and into the plush carpeted room. The two oooh and aww as they waddle further inside tripping some due the carpet throwing them off balance. Pumpkin pointed upwards at the series of glowing lights around a large vanity mirror. The dressing being where all of Mrs cake’s makeup was kept. The Pink hair dryer hung over the edge a bit as Blossom moves to the dangling cord her foalish nature caused her to tug on it with curiosity. The hair dryer clattered to the floor with a loud thump as if was a boulder. The foals jump as it began blowing hot air at them. They giggle as their manes blew around. After a moment Blossom found the little lever a toggled it off letting out another giggle. ‘Hehe, this fun.”
Pumpkin eyes looked up at the table again and pointed “Uppy” she blinked in confusion as her horn glow and by some miracle float the two up slowly until they were at the table. The magic cut off cause the to land on their diapered bottoms again. Pumpkin sat there in a dizzy state eyes going derpy as she babbled nonsense for few seconds
“Are you okay?” Blossom asked when Pumpkin recovered.
“Uh huh, don't know how we get down though.” Pumpkin saw a photo of her mommy hanging on the side of the mirror and pointed “hehe wets be pretty.” Blossom cheered in agreement manage to pop opened one the silly containers.
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Mrs.Cake burst through the door soon later gasping at what she saw. Blossom and Pumpkin Cake both looked up covered in random bits of makeup and their manes frazzled. She held her hooves on her hips and scolded, “what are you two doing in mama’s room?”
The foals blushed and scrunched their diapers whimpering. Mrs.Cake took the foals and plopped them on her back,”alright naughty fillies let’s get you cleaned up.” She took them along to the bathroom and quickly stripped them two of their diapers and Blossom dress and preceded in filling the tub. Once it was full enough of the bubble bath the big mare settled the fillies into the water making them giggled and splash about. Cheerilee came into the bathroom with a smile, “aww, did they make a mess?”
Mrs.Caker laughed,”no worries they were just being foals.” Cheerilee laughed, “aww, well I'll help clean up Blossom, she’s the little mess maker isn’t she?”
Pinkie pokes her head in suddenly and blushed. “Sorry Cheerilee, Pound was really distracting. I think they planned it.”
Mrs Cake chuckled. “Oh Pinkie they are just foals they can’t plan things.”
“But they and...the wiggling and the flying...gah,” PInkie left them be making sure Pound was behaving.
The pink mare sat by her adopted daughter and preceded to wash her mane and tail. Mrs.Cake now busy scrubbing her daughter cooed,”so Cheerilee how was the pregnancy?”
Cheerilee’s face became sheepish as she squeaked, “Oh I wasn’t pregnant, Blossom is adopted.”
Mrs.Cake blushed, “sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.”
Cheerilee laughed again and cooed, “it’s alright, I know adoption is rare, in fact, it happened so fast I forgot to buy supplies before I adopted Blossom.”
Mrs.Cake dawwed, “well I'm happy for you it’s about time you had a foal. You always did talk about adoption during bowling night.”
Cheerilee looked back down at her filly and nuzzled her mane, “yes I'm so happy now, I've been thinking of nothing but what we're going to do together.”
Mrs.Cake smiled and asked,”Cheerilee, if you don’t mind we could foalsit while you're teaching the class?” She wipes some water out of her eyes as Pound splashed her a little.
Cheerilee thought for a second and shook her head, “no i’ll bring Blossom to class for now at least. I think I can even assign my students as junior foalsitter. Teach them some classes on how to care for foals. Real life lessons you know? Who knows, maybe one of them will get a cutie mark for it.”
Mrs.Cake smiled, “wow sounds wonderful! Heck Pinkie Pie should attend some classes.”
“Hey i’m a great sitter,” PInkieshouted back as the door holding Pound as he tries to fly around more.
Cheerilee chuckled ‘Oh I know you are Pinkie, but I think I can handle little Blossom. All I need to do is set up small playpen by my desk” she kept washing her foal, the little ball of energy kicking and splashing about. “I know what i’ll do next, I bet she love a walk around town.”
---Meanwhile---
Apple Bloom was busy with her chores helping to feed the pigs thinking to herself, Big Mac has been gone all day, I hope he’s alright.
Applejack was now looking, Sweet Apple, Acres shouting “Big Macintosh where in the hay are you!”
Apple Bloom squeaked as she turned to see Applejack coming towards her looking madder than a bull in a rodeo, “uh oh if she knew we gave Big Mac a potion she’ll ground me for sure.” the filly thought for a second, “oh I better think of a lie..I don’t like lyin’ but if this is true love then Applejack will probably snap Big mac out of it.”
Apple Bloom turned just as her big sister came up glancing around once more, “Hey Apple Bloom, do you know where Big Mac went of to?”
Apple Bloom gasped,”oh Big Mac? I heard he uh...went off to Appleloosa yeah he went to Appleloosa to uh…” she looked around seeing a basket of apples and blurted, “to deliver some apples!”
“But they got plenty of apples down there. Why he go off like that?” Applejack tilts her head.
Apple Bloom rolled her eyes, “well they wanted our special granny apples they don’t grow those down in Appleloosa.”
Applejack tapped a hoof to her chin, “that's strange ya think he would’ve told us if he was deliverin’ apples.”
Apple Bloom squeaked,”well he was in a hurry, so he told me to tell you see...now you know.”
Applejack eyed her littler sister and sighed “alright, well when he gets back i’m gonna give him a talkin’ too. He should’ve told me himself.” Applejack stomped off towards the apple orchard as her little sister sighed in relief, “woah that bought some time, hopefully Big Mac will be back soon. Maybe i ought to go lookin for him?”
“Uh Applejack,” she called out moving along some ‘uh i’ll go pick up those nails we needed.” Apple Bloom gave an honest smile.
“Alright since Big Mac isn’t here someone got to do it, and i’m busy,” Applejack bucked another tree, the apples falling into the baskets below.
“Right i’ll be back,” Apple Bloom rushed off hoping she’d run into him while searching. “Oh I‘m in such hot water.”