I woke up the next morning feeling quite relaxed. I yawned and tried to stretch my limbs, and I felt something clammy and cold around my rump. I saw a diaper strapped around my seat, quite soaked in urine and darkly stained yellow. I was furious, kicking and crying, "Ugh! This stupid foal body, I can't control my bodily functions!
I didn't realize that I woke up Mrs.Cake and her husband with my crying and wailing. Mr.Cake grumbled, "ugh can you get him…"
"Oh honey, when we have foals, we're going to have to get used to this!" Mrs.Cake yawned as she stretched her limbs and picked the foal back on her back. She then placed him down on the ground as I grumbled to myself. "Ugh, I must be no older than a day or two...If I was at least one year or even six months old, I would be able to walk. I am in quite a pickle; I can't walk, talk or even use the bathroom...how can I get back to Derpy?"
I didn't even realize all this worrying was making me whimper and kick my hooves about.
"Oh my, you're quite fussy this morning, don't worry, I'll get you out of that clammy diaper soon." The mare cooed down at me. This made me angrier as I shouted, "that's not why I'm crying! Ugh! Why can't you understand me!"
The mare, of course, couldn't hear him as she began to untape my diaper and explained, "good thing I had my husband borrow some foal supplies last night, or we would've been in quite a pickle."
I just laid back and let her go about with my first diaper change; she continued with wiping my rump, making me shiver with the cold wipes hitting me. Still, I endured it then felt the soft foal powder hit my rump for the first time. She then continued to tape me up in another diaper, which she taped snuggly around me once again. I calmed down as she placed me on her back, and she then took me downstairs. Mrs.Cake went about fixing up a bottle of formula for him. I sighed, seeing that regular milk, especially for his newborn foal body, would've been harder to digest. She went about heating it in a pot of water I just watched with drool coming down my mouth and my tummy growling. I was rather hungry, and I even began to whimper, wanting to have that bottle in my mouth. She carried me back to the main floor of Sugarcube Corner, where she sat me down and held me sideways. I looked up at the bottle and watched as she slowly plopped the tip of the amber nipple into my mouth. My eyes went wide as the taste of the formula went down my throat. I know it was mostly my foal's senses kicking in; if I were an adult, this would've been rather bland...but right now, it felt beautiful as I suckled the contents down. It was all quite humiliating, though, being bottle-fed and being hummed and cooed at by this big mare. But at the very least, she didn't know who I really was, so this is all normal to her. After finishing up the bottle and I was basically suckling air Mrs.Cake plopped the bottle from my mouth. I knew that the formula would cause a chemical reaction in my body, which will make me gassy. Mrs.Cake predicted this as well, placing me over her back and giving it a few pats as I puked over a napkin. The mare laughed as she took a wipe and cleaned up my mouth. "Alright, there all cleaned up little cutie."
She placed the foal on her back as Pinkie Pie bounded downstairs. The pink coated mare pouted seeing Mrs.Cake with Whooves. "Awww, I wanted to feed him."
"Sorry, Pinkie, he was fussy and needed a diaper change...the little colt was quite a super soaker," Mrs.Cake snickered behind a hoof. I gave a few angry babbles at the comment I was in a foal's body, but I will not be nicknamed "super soaker."
The mares just dawwed at me; it was as if my protests just made me look cuter. Mr.Cake yawned, coming downstairs. "So is that what we have to look forward to when we have foals?"
"Yeah, pretty much." his wife snickered as she nuzzled Carrot Cake; then replied, "I better go to the hospital and see who this little one belongs to."
"Right, good luck with that." The stallion responded back; he then came in close and kissed her on the lips. Whooves just laid there feeling so embarrassed about this whole situation. We eventually went through the front doors and just sat there shaking nervously as we set out into the streets of Ponyville, where I just laid on the mare's back unable to do anything but endure the incoming humiliation of being treated as a foal.
At the hospital, I was now sitting plopped in Mrs. Cake's lap. I sat there still pouting; the ongoing treatment of being cooed and dawwed at on their way to the hospital was beyond humiliating. Luckily at the very least, nopony would ever believe I was Dr.Whooves so his idenity so far was a secret. As I waited patiently in Mrs. Cake's lap the big blue-coated mare looked down at me and ruffled my tiny mane. "Don't worry, Nurse Redheart will be back soon. You've been a very patient little colt."
I nuzzled into the mare's lap a bit more, not really knowing how to take the comment. Personally, I was just happy I hadn't had an accident since coming here.
Nurse Redheart eventually did return with a grim look on her face. She looked up and explained, "So, I checked all our records over the past few weeks, and we never had a foal born here with this colt's description... I'm sorry, I don't know how we can identify his parents."
Mrs.Cake gave a deep breath and sighed, "oh dear, what do we do? Maybe his parents come from another town, and they forgot him here?"
I whined and kicked a little getting quite irritated, and babbled angrily, "give me back to Derpy! I'm not an actual baby; please, you have to understand baby babble, right!?"
But my whines and cries were just incoherent babbling Redheart bent down to my level. "Hey, don't worry, we'll find your parents; I'll reach out to the other hospitals in Equestria. I'm sure somepony knows who your parents are."
The nurse then picked me up and placed me down on the patient's bench as she cooed, "while you're here, might as well give you a check-up."
He squeaked as she put a flashlight in his eyes, which made him kick about. But she continued to place a stethoscope on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. I dabbled in medical science, knowing she was making sure I was just healthy. But the stethoscope felt so cold on my chest, making me shiver and pee again in my diaper. The mares dawwed, making me whine and kick even more out of irritation. Redheart then shined the light in his ears and nodded. "Hmmm, seems like a healthy baby colt to me."
"How old do you think he is?" Mrs. Cake asked out of curiosity.
"Hmmm, from my estimate, no more than a few days, he's rather small and still can't sit up on his own or walk on his own. That's why I'll reach out to the other hospitals regarding recent births; there has to be a record of a foal's birth matching this colt's description." Redheart explained.
I just groaned, looking up at the bright lights ahead, knowing they'll find nothing. The nurse asked, "so..um...seeing that you're already a foal sitting him...would you mind keeping an eye on him until we find his parents? Personally, I'm not ready for foals."
Mrs.Cake picked me up once again and placed me on her back as she squealed in delight, "of course! My husband and I talk about having foals soon, so this will be great practice! But...I hate calling him the foal or colt. I think he needs a name."
This got me really angry as I kicked and started to kick and cry out. "My name is Doctor Whooves, and I have 2 PHDs! I will not be treated like a helpless baby!"
"Oh my, he got really cranky here; let me have him for a second." Redheart laughed as she took me back to the bench and then started to rub a hoof over my chubby and rather sensitive belly. "A goochi goochi coo!"
My darn foalish instincts kicked in as I burst into fits of laughter, unable to control myself as I kicked, and squealed like a newborn. The mares then snickered as I looked up at them with a surprised look on my face. Then I felt the warm wet feeling around my crotch area and gasped realizing I pissed myself again!
"See works like a charm, now how about that name?" Redheart responded as she moved out of the way for Mrs. Cake to come over where she went about to change my diaper once again. I whimpered and whined, enduring my rump being cleaned and taped up into a new thick diaper once more. Mrs.Cake looked over me once more and replied to Redheart's question. "Why don't we name him Chocolate Cake? Or little Cocoa for short."
"Hmm, seems plain but can't argue seeing his coat color and him being rather chubby…" Nurse Redheart giggled as the colt grumbled irritably as he was plopped back down on Cupcake's back. How long will I have to endure this humiliation before I could find Derpy and get back to normal?