Applejack eyes were as wide as dinner plates, her gaze locked on the soggy garment between her legs. Frozen in bewildered, she found her hoof moving along the cold damp surface confirming what she was seeing. I wet myself? She had never wet the bed before expect during her real fillyhood, but even that had only been a month or so before she got passed that phase.
At first, she wanted to believe this was all some kind of weird dream brought on by the foalish scents that filled the room, but the longer her gaze fixated on the diaper, the more undeniable the situation was. Her rational mind soon caught up with her initial shock and focused on the task at hoof.
“Well I might as well get this off of me before I get a rash,” She got to her hooves and began tugging on the pink tabs that held the diaper firmly against her rump. She gasped, raising an eyebrow when she felt her hoof slip off the tab each time she tried to grab it. “What the…” she kept on trying, each tug becoming the same as the last until she noticed the little sparkles glowing from the tabs. Another long groan escaped her lips. “Enchanted, really ugh! Unicorns and fancy their magic,” she grumbled. Despite the previous failed attempts, she kept trying over and over again at the faint hope to remove the soiled garment, but alas to no success, every vain attempt resulting in failure. She finally conceived that removing it would be impossible and thus with that option eliminated she moved her focus towards getting herself out of the crib. To no surprise, she found her hooves merely slipping against the hatch like ice just like the tabs of her diaper.
Applejack shifted from one hind leg to the other against the mattress, her breath increasing unable to stand still. Being contained in such a dependant manner was a rather unfamiliar feeling for the farmer. She feared the helplessness that dwelled inside her. It was this very same feeling had felt when her parents had died, when she knew there was nothing she could do to change things.
Sure, Starfield had stated that she would be doing a foal treatment, but to this extreme? How was this going to make her feel better about her childhood, in fact it seemed to have the opposite effect. At the moment, all she wanted was to be out of the diaper. She opened her mouth to call out but stopped herself, her stubborn pride getting the better of her. She continued her fruitless attempts to escape her wooden prison. If it weren’t for the swollen diaper keeping her legs apart she could have easily climbed over the bars, however the foam like surface of the mattress caused her hooves to sink into it ,making it near impossible to get enough traction to climb over. Thus after agonizing minutes of trying every option available, she finally accepted her defeat realizing this helplessness was intended.
With a mixture of annoyance and urgency she called out to her hostess. “Ugh, Starfield,” She waited, wondering if she was being heard. She didn’t dare think about sitting down though not wanting to feel the odd spongy feeling against her rear. She soon spotted the foal monitor near the crib and called out once more. It felt like an eternity of waiting, each tick of the clock sounding louder and louder until it was almost unbearable. Just as the ticking was about to drive her mad, she heard the sound of the approaching hoofsteps. She sighed as the door swung open moments later as Starfield entered the room.
A light blue apron was tied around her neck, a few pouches stitched along the chest area. She smiled at Applejack as she stood in front of the crib. “Did you enjoy your nap, Applejack? You’re up just in time for-“ she suddenly paused staring at the bluntly obvious wet diaper on the earth pony.
Starfield stunned expression told Applejack all she needed to know. This was just a surprise as it had been for her.
Applejack let out a sigh. “Yes I know, it’s wet. Now would you please let me out of this darn thing so you can explain yourself proper.”
Starfield blushed lightly using her magic to lower the gate on the crib. She took a cautious step noting the disgruntled look on Applejack as she climbed out. Taking a breath, she got back into her mother mode. “Now Applejack, there no need to use such language dear,” she scolds.
Applejack stretched, scratching an itch on her left flank. She looked back at Starfield her ears dropping to her sides. “I’m sorry, just really uncomfortable right now.” She wanted to be mad but somehow Starfields tone of voice soothed her. She relaxed a little in a less defensive posture than before. “Wetting the bed isn’t suppose to happen to grown mares, so what did ya do to me? Was it that tea? Was this all planned just for this?” She inquired gesturing her hoof at her flank.
“No, I never lied about the tea. It was meant to relax,” she rubbed her neck, looking away for a second. “Like I said before when you fell on your belly earlier, I may have accidentally given you too strong of a dose. My dearest apologies but I think by overdosing you I may have weakened your bladder for a few hours,” Starfield looked down blushing “oops.”
Applejack muscles tighten, her eyes narrowing hardly amused by the mistake made. “So, you still drugged me to get me to this room?” she said stomping her hoof. “I don’t like being tricked.”
Starfield put her hooves up quickly. “No I swear that was just circumstance that you needed a nap. I honestly was meaning to bring you here and explain the whole thing up front.”
Applejack balanced from one leg to the other, her rear feeling clammy. “Well explain this all in detail after you get this thing off me,” she grunted. “Some sort of magic keepin me for taking it off.”
“That’s intentional actually,” Starfield snickered. Applejack sighed following her over to the change table and was gestured to lay down.
Applejack put her hoof up to object taking a breath. “I’d prefer to clean myself off, if I can,” she scratched her cutie mark a bit.
“I understand perfectly my dear, beside I would need your consent anyway to clean you.” Starlight replied nodding her head.
“Yet you didn’t need consent for the actual diapering part,” Applejack tilted her head confused.
“Well laying on the table pretty much gave permission for that, the other part-”
Applejack cut her off waving her hoof about. “Yeah yeah I get it, personal contact and all that jazz.”
“Good,” Starfield ruffles Applejack mane using her magic swiftly undo the diaper tabs before heading for the door. “Just give me a call when your done and i’ll have you back in a fresh diapee real quick,” she paused at the door turning back to speak.“Oh, and by the way, call me Star.”
Applejack nodded feeling embarrassed and soon looked at the change table. “Will do Miss Star.” The door shut softly behind her giving the farm pony privacy. “I still don’t get how this is suppose to help me cope, but i’m sure she know’s what she is doing. I just got to stop worrying is all.” She took in the lavender scent of the wipes as she made herself fresh again. The infant smells brought forth some rather cute memoires of the time she had changed Applebloom and the way she let out cute babbles.
Applejack soon called Starfield back into the room, the pony beaming ear to ear. “Is Applejack ready for her new diapee, I bet she is,” Star mothered with a sing along tune.
A light blush returned to her cheeks being reminded of how Granny used to baby her like that. “Yeah I’m ready, but do ya have to do the silly foal talk?”
Star let out a light giggle continuing to smile.. “Oh course I do, you are just a little filly after all, right?” She cooed while reaching under the table and pulled out a fresh diaper with red elastic leak guard.
“I-I guess so,” Applejack hopped up onto the table and willingly lifted up her rear. It wasn’t as if she could protest. Starfield was right knowing a diaper was better then suddenly peeing on the floor? She just knew that this wouldn't’ be the last time she would see this table. “Still feels embarrassing though.”
Starfield gave Applejack’s mane a gently pet, “The only pony you're embarrassing dewr is yourself. I’m not judging you, and neither will my daughter,” her voice sung with that warm motherly tone which eased Applejack into a state of security. After the usual changing process, she gave the front of the diaper a few pats which caused Applejack to shift and quickly get off the table now smelling like a flower garden due to the powder.
She spotted her stetson nearly on the table and waddled to the crib and picked up her stetson. ‘Thanks Star, this feels much better,”’ she tossed her hat into the air making it land squarely on top of her head. A loud rumble bellowed suddenly from Applejack’s tummy causing Star to giggle.
“Aww some filly sounds hungry.” Starlight gestured Applejack to follow taking the lead as she entering the hall. After a few steps she reached for Applejack’s forehoof.
Applejack blinked moving away. “What you doin?”
“I was going to lead you to the kitchen. You know for the experience, mothers leading their foals along so they don’t wander off.”
Applejack gave a soft shake of her head. ‘I’ll just follow ya if you don’t mind.”
Starfield nodded before taking Applejack hoof, deciding for her and continuing to lead the way hearing the light crinkles each time Applejack took a step. “Just so you are aware, I’ll be stepping up the treatment tomorrow.”
“You’re not going to make me sit in a highchair are ya?” Applejack asked blushing at being lead like a,child and not putting up a fight about it.
“No no,” the older mare giggled, ‘Not until tomorrow at least. Now come along, you can ask all your questions while we eat.”
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The evening sun cast long shadows upon the granite table top the group had taken seats around. Starfield sat next to her daughter, placing a bowl of vegetable stew down for each of them along with a slice of cornbread.
Applejack took in the smell of her meal and smiled. “Smells delicious Miss Star,” she picked up her silver spoon preparing to dig in. Before she could do so however, Starfield floated a light pink bib around her neck the words “messy filly” written on it in blocky letters.
She let out a slight laugh, “Aww, there you go, Jackie.”
Applejack couldn’t help but laugh in return feeling a bit nostalgic. “You know, I haven’t been called that in years, or at least not by anyone other then my brother, and my mom.” She crinkled as she got comfy on her chair secretly admitting to herself that the diaper was quite a nice cushion. She stared at the bib unsure of what to do about it. “Do I really need this?”
Comet giggled at the bib and went back to eating her meal as her mother nodded. “Well of course, little fillies are such messy eaters aftercall.”
“Well um okay if you say so. I still don’t think I really need it,” Applejack suddenly felt a bit of karma for how over protective she had acted towards Applebloom a few months back. It wasn’t a bad feeling, she was just having one of her episodes and being a surrogate mother was all.
As she ate her meal she occasionally stared out the window at the flowerbeds lights danced off the small river that flowed through the properly giving it a tranquil feel to the place. “This is nice place you have Star, I’d love to see more of it,” she commented while drinking down some hot coffee.
“Why thank you,” Star smiled back before getting back to business at hand, “So, as agreed you can ask away,” she said, turning her head to watch her daugher blow bubbles into her drink using a silly straw.
Applejack set her spoon down and tapped her chin. Her eyes glance about before finally taking a breath. “So to what extent does this foal treatment entitle?”
Her daughter giggled lightly as Starfield explained.”Well you could probably already guess a few parts of what is involved. You’ll wear the foal attire, be fed by me , played with and everything a two year old foal experiences. it’s meant to give you no responsibilities and help unwind, or in your case Applejack, help experience a childhood you never had.”
Applejack cheeks turned pink at the mention of further usage of the diapers. “I had a good childhood, my parents took good care of me while they could,” her ears dropped for a second, letting out a sigh..
“Well even so, there are things you are holding back,” Starfield said, her daughter tilting her head seeming curious as if wanting to ask something but kept silent.
‘I’m not holding back anything!” Applejack denied quickly, setting her glass down upon the table harder than normal.
Starfield looked at her daughter for a moment seeing the young filly jump back a bit. She looked back toward her guest letting out a sigh. “If that were true, then you would have been able to solve your issues long ago with the therapist. Am I correct?”
Applejack noted she had startled Comet and looked away out the window. Great going Applejack, scare a young filly on your first evening here. Her ears dropped to her sides while she rubbed her neck.. “I-I just…” she tried to find the words thinking long and hard as silence filled the room until the sound the little filly slurping up the last drops of her soup remained. No matter how hard she tried to form an explanation, they just kept melting away on her tongue like ice cream on a hot summer day. She looked at Starfield pacient gaze trying her hardest to connect the dots in her head. Her spoon scraped against her now empty bowl contemplating what she wanted to say. “I don’t know yet okay.”
Starfield seemed to glance at her daughter one more time contemplating something before waving her hoof. “Perhaps it better we discuss this later, I didn’t intend to get you so worked up,” she slid the soup across the table. “Care for seconds, Applejack?”
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As the group ate some slices of apple rhubarb pie, Comet bounced in her seat looking straight at Applejack with cheerful intent as if the previous scare had never happened. “Do you want to play with me?” she asked innocently. “Playing always makes ponies happy.”
Applejack stood up taking her dishes to the sink crinkling as she went. Once done she turned back to the filly giving a smile in return. “Sure can litte Comet, what would you like play?”
Comet pointed outside and gave a big grin at her mother. “Mommy can we go outside to the swings please,” she beamed, her voice beaming with innocents.
Starfield sipped the last of her coffee and waved her hoof at the door. “Go on ahead, just don’t stay out past sundown.”
Comet cheered as she lead Applejack along down the hall to the backdoor. Applejack made constant noise thanks to the diaper but she tried to ignore it to enjoy the time to play. She felt kind of ashamed for her outburst back at the dinner table. Get your act together, that all I need to do. Just have some fun playing and forget about what I did back there. Despite her resolve she still felt it necessary to apologize.
“Comet, i’m sorry for startling ya back there.” A crisp air blowing through the open door as Comet pull the latch.
“it’s okay, mommy say it what ponies do when they are upset at themselves,” the filly seemed to have no worries at all which was quite uplifting. “Hehe, fillies first,’ she gestured.
Applejack blushed before trotting into the yard. “Hey you’re the youngest here.”
The filly just giggled more leading the way down the hill to the small play area. It was rather simple but adequate enough. Comet happily took her seat on the swing kicking her legs as Applejack came behind her to push.
Applejack was given time to think as she pushed the young filly. The words Comet had said just moments earlier struck a bell in her head ringing out to her subconscious . Was she upset at herself? It wasn’t like she blamed her parents for dying was it? She got so distracted by her thoughts that she failed to notice how fast Comet was swinging. Like a buck to the face, her rear slammed into Applejack’s face causing her to fall back and hit the grass behind. her face stung for a moment as Comet gasped quickly stopping the swing.
She looked down at Applejack with a mixture of fear and worry in her eyes. ‘Oh! i’m so sorry are you okay?”
Applejack shook her head before sitting up trying to ignore the warm sensation below. “I-I”m okay sugarcube, just wasn’t paying attention. My fault entirely. “ I’ve been all over the place today this therapy must really be getting to me.
“No what if your hurt and just don’t know it,” the filly kept shifting her hooves.
“Look I appreciate ya caring so much about my well being bu-”
Applejack as suddenly cut off as Comet starting giggling and held her hooves to her muzzle to try and stop. It took Applejack a few seconds but she finally noticed what the filly found so funny as she started down at the diaper. Her cheeks flared again at what she had just done.
“Hey, stop laughing it isn’t that funny,” Applejack said, as she got to her hooves. “Don’t you know it rude to laugh at someone's expense.”
Despite the rather light scolding, the filly continued to giggle. This gave Applejack the perfect opportunity to get litte fun of her own. With a speed of a tiger, she jumped at Comet and began tickling her on her barrel. “Ya like laughing? Well have some more.” The filly squeals like a pig as she tickled on for some time Applejack embarrassment slowly lessening.
Comet kicked about as her tummy was assaulted by the raspberry. “Eee, stop hahaha!”
Applejack giggled as she kept ticking. She did this all the time with Applebloom and Mac had done the same to her. All in all just a friendly way of getting payback yet fun at the same time.
“You sorry ya laughed at me then?” Applejack asked, as she kept up her ticklish assault.
‘Y-yes haha,” Comet laughed, gasping for breath after a bit.
“Good” Applejack let the filly get to her hooves before they resumed their play. As the sun began to set mere 15 minutes later, the two fillies made their way back inside, meeting up with Starfield soon after. The farm pony wanted to speak up about the diaper, but was cut off as she spoke to her daughter first.
She nuzzled her daughter's cheek gently. “Did you have fun with Applejack?” she cooed, seeing the beaming smile in return.
“Uh huh, Applejack no sad no more,” she then went and pokes Applejack diaper. “She pee’d.”
Applejack jumped a bit, embarrassed yet again by the mere mentioning of her accident and by a child no less, not that it was hidden or anything.
Starfield kept up the motherly smile, gesturing Comet to go get ready for bed. “Yes I see that Comet, now you go off and get ready ‘ll be there in a moment,” her daughter beamed before heading off down the hall. She looked back at Applejack, seeing the blush plastered across her cheeks. “As for you litte filly, i’ll get you changed but I also want to talk more with you before you go to bed later.”
“Oh okay, so uh should I go back to that nursery?’
“Actually, I have an observatory that has a great view of the night sky. How about you go there and take a moment to rest. i’ll come up with the supplies when I have my daughter all tucked into bed?”
Applejack managed a smile, nodding in reply. “Yeah sure that sounds nice. Just as long as I get out of this thing.” After getting the directions, she headed down the hall up a flight of stairs and soon opened the glass door. As she stepped inside, she couldn’t help but immediate stare upwards at the large open glass roof, the stars sparkling like they usually did. She gave little heed to the telescope and various object that littered the room, instead deciding to lay down on her back upon the red carpet that took up most of the room.
As the silence ticked on by, Applejack began to think of the day and this whole situation in general. I’m not in denial, am I? Of course if that weren’t true, she wouldn’t be here in the first place. Why had she agreed to such at odd treatment? Was she mad at her parents deep down? That thought alone made her shiver.
Thier deaths had left her and Big Mac to raise Applebloom and manage the farm with Granny smith to act as a voice of reason when things got tough. Her heart felt wrenched as she realized she could no longer lie to herself. Somewhere deep down, she had never quite thought she could ever measure up to her parents when it came to child raising. Thus she had to be strong for all of them, weakness only made things worse. All that pain buried beneath her persona of a strong mare with unshakable witt and now it had finally caught up with her. She let out a sigh as she continued to watch the stars catching sight of a comet a grin forming on her muzzle as she closed her eyes.
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The soft winds blew across the hills of Sweet Apple Acres causing the small orange filly to press against her mother's’ warm fur more. Her older brother sat next to her staring up at the clear night sky. The full moon radiated it’s white glow upon the field below creating a blanket of calmness to spread over the land.
“It’s beautiful,” filly Applejack cooed her eyes wide as plate as she watched the stars.
“Indeed it is, Applejack,” her mom rubbed her daughter’s back looking over at her son as he stared silently. She stayed silent for only a moment before she tapping his shoulder. “Something on your mind son?”
“Eeyup” his high colt voice replied, his gaze remaining fixated on the sky above.
‘Thinking of dad at the rodeo?”
Big Mac silently nodded shifting a bit as wind blew his mane about.
“Oh i’m sure he did fine, and he’ll have great tales to tell i’m sure. There no need to worry your little head about him.”
He turned his face to smile at his mom before leaning against her.
As Applejack leaned against her mom on the other side, their mom spoke up gesture to the sky. “It’s nights like these I’ll cherish forever. I think i’ll put it right...there” she points to the sky picking out a star among the bunch.
A shooting star zipped across the night for a second as Applejack giggled. “Mommy you can’t put memories in the sky.”
Her mother smiled at her, her eyes full of care. “Actually you can, little Jackie, ” After her daughter tilted her eyes confused, she explained while pointing at a star. “You see the night sky is like this big photo album full of all kind of stories it can tell.”
“I don’t see any photos.”
“That’s because they are all up here.” She lightly touched Applejack forehead, her smile growing as she pet her filly’s mane. ‘As long as you remember, the stars can too.”
Applejack eyes widen as she stared up at the sky now amazed. “Really?” she jaw drops in aww. “That’s amazin.”
Her mother nuzzle her. “If you’re ever lonely and away from home someday, just look up at the stars and we’ll be there.”
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Applejack sniffled and felt a cloth wiping up the tears causing her to open her eyes. She blinked soon seeing Star standing next to her. “Is now a bad time, I can come back in a bit.”
The farm pony shook her head. “N-no i’m fine,” she denied, as the tabs of the diaper were undone.
“It’s okay, everypony needs to cry at some point in their lives,” her voice never rose above a whisper as she floated the wipes out.
Applejack sniffled trying to fight back the tears, but upon staring back up at the stars, her self control broke down. She didn’t even pay attention to being cleaned as she cried. “I-I should be stronger then this, but I just can’t,” her hooves cover her eyes as she cried soon feeling herself being pulled into a hug moments later by the caretaker. She didn’t resist at all as she rested her head on Star’s shoulder and let it all. A hoof rubbed her back for the several minutes that followed both mares not speaking a word. After five minutes, Applejack sniffled, crinkling as she lightly pulls away.
Star gave the filly a tissue, which was quickly used to blow her nose. “Feeling better, Applejack?”
“M-maybe I don’t know,” her gaze fell upon her freshly diapered backside and the blush returned. “Was I really that upset that I didn’t notice you doing that?” She wiped her eyes again feeling nostalgia from her past, the ache inside lessened a little.
“Quite so, much like a filly. Let’s just hope I can turn that frown upside down,” without hesitation, Starfield started to tickle Applejack sides. “Coochy coo.”
“H-hey haha, stop that,” the farm pony laughed trying to back away from the hooves only for Star to move forward to keep her grip. Applejack kept wiggle around before tripping over cause of her diapered tush. This had landed her on her back leaving her belly wide open for an attack.
Starfield took a deep breath and blew into the filly’s helpless tummy. ‘Pffff!”
“Hahaha s-stop,” she kept on chuckling having a fond memory of her mother doing the same thing when she want a her little apple seed to smile. The past sadness had faded now, replace by the joyful squeals of a filly needing cheered up. After another long raspberry to her tummy, she gave in. “U-uncle, uncle!” She put her hooves up.
Starfield pulled back. ‘I’m not your uncle silly,” she played. “There that smile,” Star booped Applejack’s nose getting another slight snicker out of the pony.
Applejack gave a geniune smile back at Starfield taking quick breaths to get air back. Her hooves wrap around her, giving the mother a warm hug. “Thank you,” she pulled back and blushed more feeling so...childish but in a good way.
“Just doing my job as a mother,” Starfield cooed, patting the big filly’s diaper. She gently took Applejacks hoof and moves for the door feeling her patient follow without resistance. “Now I think some filly is up past their bedtime.”
Applejack still couldn’t quite figure it out, but was starting to see how this was helping her in a way. She sure was thinking more positively about her parents. Her only question now was, would it last? She listened to Starfield babying her and did infact feel little, so something was being done right. “Um, y-yeah I guess so. So about tomorrow?”
“Yes?” Starfield headed down the hall and soon reached the nursery swinging the door open and letting Applejack waddle inside.
“You won’t make me play with rattles and stuff will ya?” she asked as the caretaker lowered the gate of the crib. Her eyes fell upon the playpen in one corner of the room, the walls covered in crayon drawings.
“Maybe, but not limited to just foal toys, there plenty of child activities for us to try.” She helped the filly into the crib, letting Applejack get all comfy as a baby blue blanket is pulled over her and a pillow slid under her head.
“Oh okay, this just feel so...strange.”
“True, but it’s not a strange in a bad way,” she moves towards the open door. “I’ll be right back with something special,” she moved acorss the hall to a smaller room that looked like a mini kitchen set up. From Applejack view she could see Starfield pulling out a average foal bottle and pouring milk into it. The nipple was snapped on and put into the microwave. Thirty seconds later, she came back into the room and move the nipple up to Applejack lips. ‘Time for a night time baba.”
“Ah, good old warm milk before bed.” Applejack felt embarrassed yet safe at the same time as she took the tiny nipple into her mouth. It took a bit to find the right rhythm before she got steady stream of milk to drink. Starfield stayed there the whole time watching her do the very infantile task. The farm pony felt soothed when Starfield hoof lightly rubbed her tummy and began to sing a soft luluby. By the time she finished the bottle, the combination of events had made her quite sleepy as a yawn escaped her mouth.
Starfield got up still humming as she raised the gate and shut the blinds on the window. She strolled back over to the crib. ‘Sleep tight Jackie,” she cooed and resumed the gentle hum.
A smile grew on the filly’s muzzle, the words so familiar as they wrapped her mind in a blanket of security. Another yawn escaped her lips, her eyes closing as she listened to the tune. As the last of her mind slipped into unconscious , sh saw her smiling face looking down at her, the phantom kissing her forehead. Applejack’s smile grew wider as she fell fast asleep ready to embrace the next day with an open mind.