//------------------------------// // A Secret // Story: Something Missing // by spacecardswell //------------------------------// FLASHBACKFLASHBACKFLASHBACKFLASHBACKFLASHBACKFLASHBACKFLASHBAC Soarin sat deep in the armchair of his living room, with a scroll and a quill set out in front of him. He chewed on the end of the quill as she started at the blank page. "Come on, you need to write this" he kept telling himself as the page continued to be blank. "Im going to write whatever comes to my head" he said to himself as the quill was lowered and the ink began to flow. Dear my sweet Braeburn, We have know each other for a few years now and I love you with all my heart, and nothing would make me happier than to see you happy too. I have always wanted to tell you this, but I was afraid of what you would think of me, or if you would leave me. I am an adult foal. I guess it all started when I met my friend Fleet foot. You wouldn't have believed me if I told you he was terribly shy as a kid. He had very few friends and mostly stayed to himself, but I stuck up for him and I wanted to hang out with him, and before long we were as thick as thieves. I invited him over to hang and spend the night one day. He said he could, but wanted his space. He told me he was scared of new places. I complied and he came over. We played some games, and chatted for a while, and eventually through all the talking time had gone fast because it was time for bed. He headed off to the bathroom to get ready as I curled up into my bed. The timid pegusus came out and hurried to his sleeping bag. To this day I am still not sure how he did it, but he slid on his sleeping bag and fell over, part of his pants catching on his sleeping bag. As he fell forward his pants slid off and with a soft thud he fell, his sleeping diaper fully exposed. He blushed terribly, he was trying to explain that this was a joke set up by some friends of his. I remember getting up and going over to him, and laying a hoof on his shoulder. He cried for a while as I just laid there, holding him close. I told him that it didn't matter if he wore diapers, he was still the cool pony he because friends with. As he laid there sniffling and thanking me I made a suggestion to him that surprised him. I offered to put on a diaper if it would make him feel better. He looked up at me, his jaw a bit loose. He asked if I was serious, I told him I was and if it would make him feel better. He smiled and hugged me, thanking me for being understanding, and ran off to get a diaper for me. He came back a minute later with a blue diaper. He gave it me, it felt odd in my hooves, I was not used to holding something this soft and fluffy. He turned away as I quickly taped it on. We both laid down in our beds and he smiled and thanked me for being so supporting. I smiled back and drifted off to sleep. The next morning I woke up to the smell of a used diaper. I looked over and saw Fleet foot still deeply asleep. I moved a hoof to my waist and felt the soft padding that hugged it. As I laid there I wondered if it would make him feel better if I wet it. I relaxed and I let myself go. I remember feeling the warmth that it gave me, and I loved it. When he got up and saw I was wet he was happy that he was not the pony one to have accidents. He went home, but the warmth still spun in my head. He came over the next week with another diaper. I wet it and he kept on being happy. Over time I got so used to diapers that I expected them when he came over, but after a year of him coming over he stopped using them. He told me that he stopped having accidents and was free of them. I don't think he saw the disappointment in my eyes. Over time I would try to recreate the feeling of a used diaper, but it was only when I got into collage that I could buy them and not be caught. I remember experimenting with other items, such as foal clothes and toys. They helped relax me, and they are probably what got me through collage. The first time I was caught it was my senior year, and my roommate walked in on me while I was in nothing but a diaper and a pacifier. I felt like Fleet foot the first time his pants came off, but my roommate know what I was. An adult foal. At the time I didn't know what that was, but after some research I found I was not the only one with feeling for childish things. I remember him asking me why I liked diapers. I simply told him I enjoyed the feeling of a warm squishy diaper. I also told him the feeling of helplessness was something I craved, since in all of my past relationships I was always the leader, and never the follower. To be taken care of by another pony made chills run down me. After collage I rented a small apartment in Fillydelphia until I had enough money to support myself. That's where I met Spitfire. She was my neighbor at the time and after meeting and some bets she made the idea of starting a flying group dedicated to speed and a good show. We started it and after a while it took off. I still hid my secret interest form her and the other Wonderbolts for so long I was scared I had not loved it anymore. and then I met you. If I could choose any pony to take care of me it would be you. Your sweet, kind, caring, forgetful, you have a wonderful sense of humor, and you will love me whenever I am bummed out. From your wonderful, and caring partner... FLASHBACKFLASHBACKFLASHBACKFLASHBACKFLASHBACKFLASHBACKFLASHBAC "...Soarin" Braeburn finished reading. He laid down on the bed, trying to wrap his head around his partners interesting fetish. "If he likes being treated like a foal, who am I to stop him." he said to the candle next to him. An idea slide into his head as he laid there. "I have been wanting to be on top for a while now." He jumped off the bed and waked back to the pried off trim, and dug his hoof around the wall. His hoof connected with something and he pulled. A flat medium sized box came out, covered in dust. The orange pony oped the box and found it filled with all mater of items. Diapers, pacifiers, clothes, bottles, and a plethora of other things, including an odd pacifier with straps on it. The pony gave out a small smile and grabbed on of the diapers. "Soarin is in for an interesting evening."