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// Silly Filly 
// Story: Applejack's Obsession 
// by AlliePastel 
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	“Well what is that silly?” The clerk, err… Binky said stepping right up behind me, “We got everything from furniture to clothing for the baby in you!”

My eyes shot open wide, I dunno why either. It’s not like most ponies buy ‘foal stuff’ so casually. Of course she’d think I’m buyin’ the stuff for myself, I am buying it for myself anyway.

“Well?” Binky said bein’ real impatient with me, “What do you want to buy?”

I ain’t really put much thought into it to be honest. Lookin’ around, I saw they had everything; diapers, dresses, cribs, everything. I wanna buy a crib in all honesty; get all warm and cozy after a hard day’s night of labor. If only I had my own place.

“Uhm… Could we start out lookin’ at diapers?” I asked trying to keep a straight face. I couldn’t quite make determine whether I wanted to grin or blush.

Binky nodded, “Alright little filly, so do you want cloth or disposable?”

I never really tried cloth diapers before, maybe I outta give em’ a chance?

“C-cloth?”

Binky walked me over to an isle way filled with dozens upon dozens of differn’t designs, “Alrighty, what do you have in mind?” She delved closed to my face and looked at my expression. I was a bit worried. “You’re a silly type aren’t you? You look at all stressed out and wanna be somepony’s little princess?”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. It was all true, so I just nodded.

All of a sudden she gave me a coy smile, “You’re a real sissy type. You want your little rump to be covered in frills. Don’t deny it AJ, we’re the only two in this store!”

I blushed, I suppose I do. Although I hate to admit it, the thought of bein’ a little diapered princess sounds so cute to me right now! I really should resist, but the offer to confuse feels so tempting. I doubt Binky would tell another soul anyway, she seems like such a nice filly.

Awkwardly I nodded up and down; her question was a just a little bit awkward. Although lookin’ round at all the assorted baby stuff, the furniture, and all. It’s almost certainly not a place for courtesy; this was a house of fetish stuff.

“Y’all are right” I told her lookin’ her straight in the eye, “I wanna be held and coddled sometimes too!”

Binky giggled right at my face. Funny how the employees round’ this part of the city are so open with their clientele. I suppose Binky might have a liken’ towards foal stuff. I think I’d rather confirm that suspicion later. Right now I’m just concerned with buyin’ my clothes.

She gave me a bit of a smug grin, almost like she knows something I don’t. I don’t really matter much anyway I suppose.
A bit undignified after my last remark, I spouted, “Listen Binky. C-could you please just show me around this place and help me pick out some new baby stuff? I-I really wanna feel pretty.”

“What’s that Apple?” Binky asked with a subtle sadness to her tone of voice. Weird, it was almost like in that instance, that she understood something more than I was leading on.

Binky smiled, “Listen Applejack, I want you to head to that back room and wait for me…” Binky moved her hoof onto my face and brushed it a little bit, “I’ll grab some stuff I think you’ll like.”

Ah followed Binky’s que obediently. Along the way I took a small gander at all of the furniture in the store. So many cute depictions of childish cartoons plastered on blankets and pillows. Cribs colored all sorts of beautiful shades of white, baby blue, pink, and brown. I want one so bad!

The back wall of the store was covered by a multitude of baby toys; rattles, teething rings, and the sort. I really wish I had my own spot to hide this stuff. Ever so slowly I turned the knob of the light pink door. It was serial, and the room was pitch black in appearance.

I peeked my hoof through the open doorway and flicked the light switch on. Taking a seat on the room’s carpeted floor, a small noise made kinda obvious the door shut behind me.

I looked around the room; it wasn’t nothin’ but baby stud. Heh, I should”ve guessed that’s the sorta backroom that’d be attached to a store like this. Ain’t really a problem anyway, If somepony wants to coddle me I’m fine with it… I just wish it were Rainbow.

My eyes lose focus as I instead stare blankly at my surroundings. A mobile on the ceiling catches my attention. All it is, is a repeating cycle of cartoonish farm animals gliding the sky. Something about flying reminds me of Rainbow. Must be because she’s always such a fast flyer.

What am I saying? I feel like I’ve gone insane. Honestly, everything has been flyin’ by so fast I just don’t know what’s going on anymore! I can’t believe a place like this even exist!

Yet, here it is. A nursery that looks like it’s built for a princess. All surrounded in pastel pink walls, foal furniture, an’ stuffed animals. I should really hate it but I don’t.

Binky came in behind me, stumbling into the nursery like room, with a large diaper bag in hand. She smiled setting the bag down on the ground. 

“Alright Applejack, are you ready for a little bit of fun?” Binky said grabbin’ some stuff out of the bag. She laid a lot of clothes on the ground; a pretty diaper cover, a cloth diaper, a pink pacifier, and a  lot of other stuff I didn’t what it was.

She pulled out a pill and handed to me, she called it a ‘diuretic’. It’s worth notin’ that around this time I started to question what was going on.

Binky told me somepony paid for a ‘session’. I don’t know what that means, or who thought about calling ahead for it, but this is probably not a rouse; at least I don’t think.

I swallowed the pill; it’s probably some sort of sedative or somethin’. It ain’t worth stressin’ I don’t suppose.

Binky took my hoof and laid me flat on the ground. She unfolded a pink cloth diaper and laid it on my floor. She tapped my cutie mark, an’ I lifted my legs. When I lowered my bottom I felt the diapers soft cloth padding cushion my bottom.

It’s weird feelin’ a diaper huggin’ me around my waist. Diapers give your whole nether region a curtain numbness that just feels so hollow, yet so warm all at once. It’s like a cloud of soft cloth keeping you all warm and safe.

She then pulled the frilly diaper cover thing over my bottom, and pulled me back up and in a pretty tight embrace. Naturally I hugged back. I suppose she forgot the powder, cause she pulled the back of my diaper and poured quite a bit of it in there.

I heard her drop the bottle of powder and I felt her rubbed her hoofs up and down my back. I know I should feel more uneasy but I was absolutely melting in her arms.

I can’t tell If I just fell in love or what. It’s probably the diaper speakin’ alongside of the gentle touches Binky gave me when putting on the diaper. I ain’t ever got that ‘intimate’ with Rainbow. Albeit Binky didn’t do anything but feel around my ‘area’ before closin’ the diaper, but it still felt so nice!

I-I shouldn’t be this turned on but I am. I’m not even supposed to be turned on, why am I? I’ve never thought of diapers in a sexual way until Binky did what she just did. Ahh!

All of sudden, a string in the back of my mind snapped and I absolutely lost it. I just started sobbing uncontrollably in the arms of another mare who I hardly know, just like a filly. I couldn’t stop it either. I’m just a filly, a scared and lonely filly, so I grab hold of the nearest helper I could grip for protection.

Binky must deal with situations like mine all the time, I’m probably just thinkin’ about things too sexually. Maybe it’s just the touch of another pony that’s drivin’ me up the wall so much. My muscles hurt so much, I don’t think I wanna think about havin’ to bear any more stress.

I suppose what I’m sayin’ is, it’s nice to been feelin’ somethin’ soft on my skin. Even if it’s not the mare of my dreams.

Binky let go of the hug and grabbed unto my front hoofs. She smiled sitting down and leaned in to kiss me on the forehead. She’s honestly a bit cute, but she ain’t cute like Rainbow Dash. I appreciate the understanding of the fetish though.

I blushed a bit before meekly askin’, “So Binky, y’all mind tellin’ me what exactly I’m going to be doin’ in this here ‘session’ of ours?”

Binky smiled a bit as she lent me by the hoof, to a little pink padded rug on the ground next to the crib. She gave me a devious stair as she looked down at her flank, “I dunno baby, your little friend told me you’re a sucker for sucker.” She said breaking the sentence in a small giggle.

I froze a bit, that phrase could Imply one of two things and I’m not sure if I’m ready for either. 

“Breastfeedin’” I ask innocently enough.

She confirms it with a small nod, and I sigh in relief. I’m a bit knew to filly foolin’, and I certainly don’t want to be uhh… ‘massaging’ a complete stranger. Although I ain’t sure if breastfeedin’ from her is much better.

I look at her a bit aimlessly, “Binky, are you sure either of us really wants to be doin’ this? I think you’re awful pretty and all, and ya seem really swell, but I ain’t so sure-“

“Applejack, you’re thinking too much for such a cute little filly. Just let me take care of the work while you nurse alright. I want you to feel at home here at Silly Fillies. More importantly, I want you to feel safe with me.”

I swallowed, “And why should I do that?”

She gave me another coy smile, “Because Applejack, I don’t let just any costumer have a free session. You’re a bit different I think; you look so stressed and so tired. You clearly work too much, I mean; just look at the cuts on your little hoofsies. You need to relax baby, just suckle away all you want… I promise I’m not judging.

I-I don’t know why, but In that moment I believed every word Binky was sayin’. I sat on my tummy and watched in awh, as Binky turned to her side.

“C-can I?” I asked, as if I didn’t already know.

Binky smiled and nodded, “Mmmhmm. Come on baby, I promise you’re safe with your Mommy.”

Binky’s words made me cringe, while I simultaneously started to feel more warm and fuzzy inside. It’s so weird to think it about bein’ held and coddled like I am. I’m givin’ Binky my full confidence in exchange for love.

I close my eyes and let fait guide me as I lower my lips closer and closer to Binky’s most private parts. I felt a mound of skin push through my lips, and I licked it in gracious anticipation. 

Breast milk is weird, kinda sugary sweet. Almost like regular cattle milk in texture, but a bit thicker and more condensed.

I blushed at the very thought of how ridiculous I must look right now. Ain’t no reason somepony my age should be acting like this, yet here I am. I started to retract my head, but on the back of it I felt a hoofs gently rub my mane.

In an angelic tone of voice, Binky sang to me, “It’s alright baby. It’s alright to feel lonely, just know that you’re not. Alright?”

I melted at those words and quickly found myself falling back under the alluring spell of breast feeding from my new friend. I ain’t ever felt this way before, like new blood was running through my veins. I blushed and faded back into reality.

Letting my lips part from Binky’s nipples, I coddled up to her side and hugged on for dear life.

I felt Binky’s loving hand grace my mane as she pet me from the nape of my neck down. “Tell me Applejack, why do you like this? You know, why do you want to be all babied like you are?”

I paused a moment before takin’ a deep breath. I nuzzled her side a bit, “Cause I like being a baby, plain and simple.”	

Binky smiled a little bit, “I suppose you could say that, but I doubt that’s hardly the case. Come on Applejack, really dig deep. Why do you find comfort in being a baby?”

“C-cause I… Cause I don’t wanna be an adult.”

“And why’s that?” Binky asked with this weird sympathetic tone in her voice.

“I-I’m scared alright?!”

“Scared of what baby?”

I bit my bottom lip, “I-I don’t know. B-but I do. It ain’t somethin’ I want to get into much detail with a stranger now though!”

Binky smirked, “I see, well don’t worry Applejack. I just want you to know I’ve been talkin’ with your little filly friend, and I’m offering you a job. Figured I’d break the ice with this little session.”

My heart skipped a beat, “I-you-what?”

Binky giggled a little bit, “I was talking to this Rainbow maned mare this morning. She told me about your little fetish and we ended up conversing about your family farm and stuff.”

I really can’t believe Rainbow did that. How did she do that anyway? How’d she know I’d be there. 

I smiled a bit, “Wait, but Binky. How’d Rainbow know I was going to be here?”

The orange haired mare shrugged her shoulders, “I dunno, we’re the only “Silly-Filly” store near Ponyville. Not too many places sell stuff like we do. She just told me that a girl named ‘Applejack’ with a southern accent and a cute butt, might drop into the store within the next couple of days.”

“So your saying-“I paused a moment, “Wait, a cute butt?”

The mare in front of me giggled, “Hehe, yeah. Rainbow is a cutie isn’t she, real laid back. I just assumed you were that Southern mare after. I mean, we don’t usually get too many ponies with Southern accents around these parts.”

I smiled a bit, “You’re sayin’ you wanna hire me? H-how much are you payin’?”

Binky tilted her head back in forth, “Oh- I dunno. I suppose about quadruple what you make at your farm.”

My heart stopped completely, “Y-you’re serious? H-how are you turning up that much profit?”

She smiled and pet my hair outta my face. In a real soothing motion, she pushed a lock of hair behind my ears, “Well Applejack, you’re living in a decently rural town; at least compared to Manehattan. That being said, you’re most likely not dealing much with profit. Lots of people are willing to pay big bucks for exotic stuff in the big city, and you’re not an exception. I mean, you were planning on spending over a hundred bits, on diapers and baby stuff wearn’t you?”

I blushed, “Oh, I guess that makes sense…” I looked at her with a smile, “D-does that mean I could hire a farm hand?”

The really nice mare nodded again, “Mmmhmm, I’d recommend it. Although, you might wanna keep your family away from your work, the fetish industry is a tricky thing to explain.”

I sunk my head into the side of Binky’s stomach, “My little sister is into diapers too, w-what should I do about that?”

Binky’s eyes seemed to have shot open wide, “Oh my. Pretending to be a foal is really sensitive subject, especially for little fillies and colts who don’t comprehend why they do so. Don’t try to kill their habit either, one of the biggest factors that plays into a filly or colt’s age play is the feeling of not having a steady connection with other ponies.”

I didn’t say a word, I just sorta gestured with my hoof for her to go on with her conversation. It’s definitely interesting to hear.

She rolled her eyes in response, although her motherly smile never went away, “What I’m saying Baby, is that you need to nurture your little sister. She wants to be nurtured, after all, whatever made you feel the need to regress yourself, is most likely what’s causing her obsession.”

My heart is absolutely gone by this point. I can feel the blood coursin’ through my veins, and I can feel the air around me getting hotter. I kinda wanna cry, but I know it’ll do me no good. I swallowed hard and looked her in the eyes, “I-Is it alright if I buy some stuff and…”

Binky nodded, “No problem baby. Just take whatever you need; I’ll take care of the tab.”

I stood up and watched Binky as she did the same. I stood infront of her, my puffy diaper still weighing down my hyde a little bit, “I-I can’t thank you enough, why are you so nice?”

She didn’t answer my question. Slowly, she trailed behind me and pulled my diaper and diaper cover from under my bottom. She giggled a little bit, “Hehe, I need a helper around her aside from my brother. I’ve got other ponies outside of the region will to do this stuff, but not many inside. Not to mention I’d never turn down such a hard worker. A beautiful one at that.”

My cheeks flared and I loosened up a little bit, “Oh, umm… thanks? I-I ain’t no pretty filly though, I just-“

Binky smiled, “Don’t kid yourself Applejack, you wanna be a filly. I see it in your eyes. Don’t worry; you’ll start losing some of those muscles and stuff after about a month without apple farming.”

I subconsciously grabbed my right hoof, “I-umm…”

Binky leaned in and kissed me on the forehead, “Hehe, you won’t miss him. Your little sister needs a mother, and a good mommy gives soft hugs. Embrace the Manehattan life style Applejack, your first shift begins next week.”

A tear fell from my eye and I nodded. Without a word of hesitation, I walked back into the store area and began picking up a few little bits I think Applebloom might like. My future is clear now; all I have to do is make it back to the apartment…