//------------------------------// // Chapter 7: The Prince Has Been Foalnapped! // Story: The Foal Prince // by Foal Star //------------------------------// Blueblood was now in the dressing room behind the stage, where he would do his performance. He stood on a pedestal, staring at the silly suit he wore, the diaper poofing out smf his body now chubbier than ever. His face was super pudgy and he looked like an overweight marshmallow. He felt odd now seeing himself reduced to a foal, unable to do anything but cling to somepony for every need, but it seemed that this was his fate and he had to accept it. At least for right now, aside from the diapers being a foal was actually not all that bad. Rarity came into the dressing room and smiled at the little prince. She could see the little foal trying to get ready as if he were still an adult, which made her chuckle a little. Even after the potty training incident he still hadn’t quite taken the hint. “Hey, sweetheart, are you ready for your big day?” She asked him. Blueblood turned around with his cute adorable chubby face pouting and sighed. “Yeah but uh...Wawity, I need hewp with somthing.” Rarity, being a concerned mother, came up and asked sweetly. “What is it, darling?” The foalified prince whimpered as he poked his thick diaper, watching his hoof sink into it as he whispered. “I dun know if this cuwse is wevsbwe and I weawwy dun wana go back to my pawents if tat’s the case so...c...can ya be my mommy, p...pwease? Ya actuawwy vewy nice.” Rarity paused as she looked down at the whimpering colt who started to place his chubby hooves over his eyes. Rarity chuckled, pulled them away, and gave him a big hug, making the foal blink in surprise. She started to cover his head with kisses and nuzzled him. “Of course I will, darling, I thought you would never ask.” Blueblood blushed feeling a little dumb for not realizing how much Rarity wanted to be his mother. So he just nuzzled her back. “Otay, Mommy, ten aftew ta foaw thingy ya can adopt me.” Rarity laughed  out loud and nuzzled his belly making Blueblood giggle adorably. She then peered up at him with a loving smile. “Well, I’m sure it’ll be a few days to get all the paperwork done. But I assure you before we leave Canterlot, you’ll be my son, just like Hoity Hoity.” Rarity blushed hard realizing how she’d come to Canterlot looking for a prince and thought she would marry one. Now instead she was going to adopt one. Mommy Fever had bitten her hard. Blueblood nodded, getting up on his chubby hooves and holding them out. “Otay ten, Mommy, wets go!” The fashionista, in her excitement, quickly scooped Blueblood up into her hooves, who squealed in delight. He kicked his little hooves with his diaper crinkling, as he was whisked him into a stroller. As she strapped the little prince in she couldn’t help but give his diaper a few loving pats, just to make sure it was still clean. “Alright then, time to show off your cute padded butt to the world! Blueblood blushed, feeling his diaper bulge through the straps completely exposing his foalish state. But all the little colt did was give a nod as Rarity took the hem of the stroller and whisked him down the aisle. He could hear the crowd cheering most of the foals did their performance and they were taken backstage by their parents. They were nuzzling them and changing their diapers as needed. Blueblood looked upon the loving families and felt his heart break knowing he’d never had that. But now that Rarity was going to adopt him, maybe he’d find out soon enough what a loving family was like. At the least he would be growing up with a sibling. The prince gazed up at Rarity and realized for a split second all she had ever done since he turned into a foal was care for him and help him when needed. He’d been nothing but rude and mean to her, even going so far as to defy her on potty training. Blueblood looked down at himself and whimpered, “W..what is tis feeling?” Then all of a sudden, he was taken from his stroller by Rarity, who saw he was looking sad and cooed. “Hey, what’s wrong, sweetie?” The prince gave a cheery smile. “Oh, nothin, Mama.” He blushed hard making his face turn into a deep shade of red. The mare chuckled and placed the colt before the stage as he looked onwards, unsure of what to do or say. Three judge ponies with glasses and unamused loks glared at him. He whimpered, scrunching his diaper as one mare cleared her throat and held up a scroll. “Ahem, so this is Prince Blueblood, son of Royal Blood and Pure Blood, is that correct?” Blueblood cringed hearing the names of his mother and father. Both of who, hadn’t even shown up to see if he was okay since his regression (by now it had become public news). The names not only made him feel sick but filled his heart with anger. Still he managed to get up with a determined look and babble “Wawity, go and stawt the music.” Rarity nodded and ran to turn on the record player. Then it started with Celestia singing “Itsy Bitsy Spider” and Blueblood started to dance. He performed exactly as he was taught before he was regressed, and started to dance about. The foal took up a doll in a pink frilly dress and danced to the foalish song, bobbing his head along with his diaper to the beat. The judges whispered amongst each other and nodding their heads in approval to the little performance. Hoity Toity, however felt a pang of jealousy as Rarity cooed and dawwed. The little colt thought to himself. “Just you watch, I’m going to be more adorable than Blueblood is! I was Rarity’s baby first!” Blueblood didn’t notice or care, he was having too much fun, now loving his big, bouncy diaper. He giggled, shook his rump, and waddled around the stage with his diaper swishing to the beat. He seemed to forget completely that he ever was an adult, having the time of his life while completely engrossed in his little adorable dance. Then as the nursery rhyme wrapped up,  Blueblood finished his performance by twirling his doll in midair as he stood on his little hind legs and tried to do a bow. But the little colt forgot how big his diaper was and squealed as he plopped onto the seat of his diaper, making it poof upward. The judges burst into laughter and they all applauded as the crowd rose up and gave thunderous applause. Blueblood beamed a big smile as he raised his tiny hooves. “Yay! I ta cutewst foaw eva!” He waddled backstage with a big smile as Hoity came out, grumbling. He took out some crayons and paper and began to colour with his mouth drooling, while bouncing on his diaper. Blueblood, however heard a strange voice. “There you are, little prince!” Those were the last words he heard as darkness clouded his vision. “Hey..hey! Wakeup!” Blueblood slowly woke up, rubbing a hoof over his head. He turned to see a strange white coated colt that looked like one of the royal guards. But of course he was super chubby, with a big thick diaper around his waist, complete with an adorable blue shield pattern printed on the padding. Blueblood groaned getting up and looking around to see three little fillies and two other colts all looking sad and busy playing a board game of some kind. The colt that woke him asked. “Hey thewe, can you tawk?” Blueblood groaned as he got up, rubbing his head as he explained. “Yeah of couwse I can tawk. I Pwince Bwuebwood, now where am I?” The colt sighed. “Weww to be truthful ya is in a dangerous place, we’re captives of te enchantwess.” Blueblood eyed him with concern and asked. “The who now?” The colt sighed and explained. “Te enchantwess, tat what she cawws hewself.” Blueblood rubbed his head, groaning as he got up and waddled around, seeing many of the foals just playing and appearing to be content with being captives. Blueblood, however, quickly ran to the door and tried to open the seams using his tiny hooves. He grunted, unable to make it budge. “Ugh, how do we get out of hewe.” The little royal guard sighed and shook his head. “Ya can’t, we been hewe fow yeaws. Nopnoy knows how ya get in ow get out.” Blueblood whimpered as he stumbled back and plopped onto his diaper and started to tear up. “Wh-why is she doing tis?” The colt sat down next to him. “To teww ya ta truth, I have no idea. I’ve been twying to escape for years. But she constantly catches me, the west of the foaws hewe gave up. ” Blueblood whined and kicked about. “Tis is so stupid! How can ya just give up!?” The colt shrugged as he bounced on his diaper. “I dun know, we been hewe fow so wong and we’we not suwe how we got hewe.” Blueblood, surprised and now a bit curious, asked. “Wait, ya dun gwow up at aww?” The royal guard shrugged. “I dun tink, so ta enchntwess wikes tawkin about a ‘Kingdom of Foaws.’” Blueblood then burst into fits of laughter, rolling around and kicking about in his diaper. “A kingdom of foaws, tat wouwd be so funny! Can ya imagine how many diapees and bottwes tat wouwd wequire?!” “Hey, is tat Pwince Blueblood?” All of a sudden a little grey coated filly waddled out with an adorable pair of pull-ups, with little pink umbrellas printed on the padding to serve as wetness indicators. When she saw the prince she chirped. “Hey, Bwuey.” Blueblood eyed the foal and asked. “Who awe ya?” The filly whined. ”I’m Rain, ya mowon! I was Bright Wing’s mawefwiend!” Blueblood blinked with confusion. “Uh, dun wing a bell, I think I heawd about ya but we nevew met.” Rain rubbed a hoof down her face and groaned. ”Ugh, fowget it! Anyways the cwazy Enchantwess tuwned me into a foal and I’ve been hewe fow a few days now.” Blueblood giggled, cooing as he poked the pull-up. “Tat’s a weally cute pwwl-up.” Rain whined and brushed his hooves away, blushing. “Stop! Tis is so weird being a foal, and I thwee so I kind of potty twained, unwike you Mw. Pwidde Pants!” Blueblood whined, feeling jealous. “Weew, I gonna be potty twained one day! Ya see! Ta potty is no match fow ta pwince!” The royal guard groaned. “Let’s fight about tis latew, fow now we need to find a way out of hewe.” Blueblood looked around the room and saw a single window. He waddled over to it and asked the royal guard. “Ya a pegasus, can’t ya fwy?” The colt shook his head. “Nuh, I tried. My wings don’t work.” Rain grunted as she flapped her tiny wings, but she could barely lift herself off the ground and took a lot of effort. “Nope, can’t do it.” The prince groaned in frustration. “Ugh, ya aw pegasi and ya can’t even fwy!” Then he looked around and asked. “Hey, what if we have those big foam bwocks stacked on top of each other?” The colt sighed. “Wook mistew, even if ya did we awe in a two stowie buiwding. Ya fall down. ya gonna get weally hurt. I got a good wook of ta pwace when I twied to escape, just getting to ta fwist fwoor wequies you to go down a tun of staiws.” Blueblood groaned, but then he began poking his diaper and poked it more. A smile came on his face. “So do ya gots mowe diapees?” He asked. The colt blushed and scrunched his own diaper. “Weww, we keep the extras just in case of accidents at night. Te Enchatwess does wet some of us use twaining potties.” Then he walked off and opened a cabinet filled with diapers and pull-ups and Blueblood replied. “Otay, if ya wawp ya sewyf in a suit of diapees and we fall off, ya won’t get hurt!” Rain burst into a fit of laughter as she fell onto her pull-up, kicking her tiny legs. “That’s the most silly and weiwd pwan I eva heard.” She still came over though and the foals all started grabbing diapers and pull-ups as Blueblood got up and replied. “So who's going to escape?” They all looked at each other and Rain asked. “Well why don’t ya do it, Bluey? Evewypony knows ya. I’m suwe by now ponies awe wooking all over Cantewot fow ya.” But just then, from out of nowhere a mare burst into the room, chuckling. “Oh, hello my little ponies.” They all gasped as they looked up at a light black coated mare with a light purple coat, her mane was light silver and she had silvery eyes.  The mare chuckled seeing the foals all drooling, looking up at her, and she cooed. “Oh, there’s the little prince!” She scooped up Blueblood who kicked about, whining. “Hey, stop tat! Let me go!” The mare chuckled as she gave his protruding tummy a few pokes. “My my, you have gotten chubby, haven’t you?.” Blueblood scoffed, he felt very self-conscious about his weight. ”Yeah. So what? It’s aw tanks ta you!” The enchantress laughed. “Yes, that’s right! And now I can finally start building the foal empire. After all, every empire needs a prince.” Blueblood eyed the mare in confusion. “What ya mean? I taught a male named Dwight Gwimmew was ta one who was making a few empire? She was ta one who wegessed me!” The enchantress shook her head. “No, it was me, The Enchantress! Starlight Glimmer is nothing more than my pawn. Luckily, now I have some royal guards and a prince to help rule our little empire and help it expand. Now we must leave before we’re discovered. Coming to Canterlot was a risky move.” She took Blueblood by the seam of his diaper and placed him in a stroller as Rain whined. “So ya the one who turned my hubby into a flaw! Ya poopy head!” Enchantress gave an evil chuckle. “Well, sort of, little Rain. But when I tell him I have his marefriend, he will have no choice but to do as I say.” Rain gasped, tumbling backward. “Wh..wha will ya do to me if I don’t.” The enchantress approached Rain, and threateningly she cooed. “Oh, well...you may become younger.and younger until you cease to exist! How about that?!” Rain whimpered with tears in her eyes and started to bawl. The other foals stumbled back as well. But Blueblood, with all his might, lit his horn and took the stroller within what little magic he had! The colt pushed it into the mare, knocking her over! Blueblood gasped as he got up and the enchantress got up as well, seething and her horn glowing as she shouted. “You little twerp! You’re going to pay for that!” Blueblood squeaked as he began to run before suddenly his diaper expanded like a balloon! But what the enchantress forgot was that as the diaper grew, the more lose it became around his belly.   The colt waddled away as he kicked about and took it off, throwing it to Rain! The little filly was confused at first. But she then remembered the plan Blueblood proposed earlier. The little royal guard helped lay Rain down and whispered. “Let me help.” The colt began to tape the padding it the filly’s waist. All the while Blueblood was making the evil mare chase him around the room with her shouting and trying to hit him with her magic.   Rain looked down onto the cobblestone street with the diaper still expanding around her body as she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and leaped.