Chapter 2
“A Perfect Morning.”
Fluttershy was in the mares’ bathroom downstairs, grooming her mane while humming a tune.
Rarity knocked, “Fluttershy, can I come in?”
Fluttershy looked at the mirror one last time and smiled at herself, the had pills worked fast and her boobs were larger than they’d been a short time ago, she then whispered, “Come in.”
Rarity came in and with a sly smile replied, “So?”
Fluttershy blushed, she knew what Rarity was asking. Scratching the floor with her right front hoof she whispered, “It started a few weeks ago, my bunnies had their new offspring and some got sick. So while I helped them recover I had their mothers come into my home to nurse them and…well….I don’t want foals just yet. But the peaceful way the mothers looked…I realized that it’s something that I wanted.”
Rarity hugged her friend, “Don’t’ feel ashamed darling, we both have secrets.”
“Um…both of us?” Fluttershy asked.
Rarity brushed her mane and said, “I’m so busy with designing that I’ve never thought of foals. Just recently though, there was a crop of foals coming in and their parents wanted me to help design their clothing . Shen then paused and cooed. “After dressing them in cute clothes and watched them crawl around, I began to fantasize about having some of my own. There’s nothing to be ashamed about if you’re secretly wanting a foal, as long as you’re not kidnapping foals or forcing ponies to act like them.”
Fluttershy nodded her head “Thank you, Rarity..”
Rarity smiled at her friend and replied, “Anytime darling.”
Just then the mares heard Pinkie Pie come bouncing into the restroom, “There you two are!” she exclaimed.
Rarity looked at Pinkie Pie, “So I’m guessing The Cakes are foals now?” she asked.
Pinkie Pie nodded her head rapidly, “Yeah and they’re super adorable, Twilight and I just finished putting on their first diapers. Mr. Cake surprisingly wasn’t any trouble, Mrs. Cake didn’t seem thrilled at wearing one, but Twilight managed to get under her control pretty fast,” Then her head fell as she whispered to Fluttershy, “Actually… Twilight would like to know if you’re ready.”
Fluttershy nodded and smiled, “I’m ready.”
Fluttershy trotted upstairs and down the hall, followed by Pinkie Pie, as they entered The Cake’s bedroom. On the bed, Twilight cradled two foals. Fluttershy quickly realized they were Mr. and Mrs. Cake, now regressed.
Fluttershy trotted over to the foals, as they babbled gibberish and flailed their tiny hooves. Fluttershy lay on the bed, as Twilight magically placed the foals in her lap.
Twilight yawned and her eyes drooped as she muttered, “That spell took a lot out of me, I’m…just…” She quickly hit the bed and started snoring.
“Do you want privacy?” Rarity asked Fluttershy, as she carefully woke Twilight and pulled her off the bed.
Fluttershy replied, “Yes, that will be fine.”
The three friends trotted out of the room, as Twilight carefully closed the door with her magic.
Fluttershy looked at the now foalifed Cakes, staring at her growing tits. She sighed and cooed, “Alright you two, I bet you’re hungry,” She then placed Mrs. Cake on her right nipple and Mr. Cake on her left. They latched on and started to suckle naturally. She kicked her back legs and felt herself shudder from each suckle. Mr. Cake suckled a bit faster awhile Mrs. Cake suckled more methodically. Fluttershy had to place a wing around Mr. Cake and coo, “Drink slowly Carrot Cake, you don’t want to get a tummy ache, do you?”
Mr. Cake looked at Fluttershy as she rubbed him with her wing, he then began to suckle more slowly. Meanwhile, Mrs. Cake seemed to stop suckling and let a little of Fluttershy’s milk fall on the bed. Fluttershy gathered her in her right wing and helped her reattach her mouth to the appropriate nipple.
After a little bit, Fluttershy looked at the foals that had been slowly suckling her breasts and saw that their eyes were closing. Gently, she covered them with her wings, laid her head on the pillow, and slowly drifted to sleep with the suckling making her feel so good.
Fluttershy woke up to laughing. As she opened her eyes, he saw Twilight hiding her face with her wings and the now foalified Cakes lying sideways on the giant bed. “Where’s Twilight?”, Twilight cooed.
The foals gasped as if she was doing some strange spell. Twilight opened her wings and shouted, “There she is!”
The foals squealed in laughter, as Fluttershy rose from her spot on the bed.
“I’m sorry, was I too loud?” Twilight apologized. “I was just having some fun with The Cakes.
Fluttershy shook her head, “No it’s fine… how long have they been awake?”
Twilight smiled, “Not long, Pinkie Pie and Rarity are feeding the twins downstairs.”
As Twilight was talking, both Mr. and Mrs. Cake got up and crawled across the lumpy bed. Fluttershy looked down at her tits which surprisingly were bigger than they were earlier. She moved them and winced as they stung a bit while touching each other. The foals crawled into her lap and latched onto her tits again. Again it made her tingle along her spine as she smiled and slid them under her wings to support them. While nursing, Fluttershy asked, “So, any complications?”
Twilight shakes her head, “None so far, I examined them thoroughly and changed their terry clothes. They’re foals alright.”
Mr. Cake adjusted his body, moving Fluttershy right breast and making her quiver.
“Are you alright?” Twilight asked.
Fluttershy grinned despite the pain, “I’m fine, it’s just I’ve never felt something quite like this. It’s truly amazing,” she then changed the subject. “So about their diapers, were they just wet or did they soil them?”
Twilight nodded and continued, “They just wet themselves, no soiling yet. But like I said they seem to be just fine. They’ll probably soil themselves eventually, but let me know if they haven’t done it by dinner time, that might be a sign something’s wrong.”
Fluttershy sighed as she got used to the two suckling then she looked up and replied, “I guess we don’t have to feed them foal food?”
Twilight trotted to the door and replied sweetly, “Probably not, though it wouldn’t hurt to try.”
Fluttershy looked up, “You don’t have to go.” she told Twilight.
Twilight closed the door slowly and whispered back, “It’s fine Fluttershy, I’m just going to check on our other two foals.” As she secured the door, she heard the whispered coos from Fluttershy and smiled.
Mr. Cake snuggled into Fluttershy’s teat, suckling and trying to get more of that sweet creamy milk. “Slow down.” the pegasus cooed, but he didn’t understand what she said, “Why does Fwttahy want me to stawve? I hunwgy.” he thought to himself. He continued to suckle, unable to be satisfied. The creamy rich milk filling his little tummy, as he kicked his legs and felt another sensation flow through him, as his little terry cloth diaper was soon feeling wet and warm at the same time. He squalled again from wetting himself, and he spat milk all over the bed sheets. Annoyed he started to bawl, as Fluttershy took him under her wing and cooed, “It’s okay, your diapee is only a little wet. “ He looked up at her and babbled, “Fwtashy chan me.”
Fluttershy hugged Mr. Cake as he continued to squall and she cooed, “Okay I’ll change your diapee.” She gave him a raspberry and he bawled in laughter. His wife looked up and cried, “Futtashy, I wanna wasbawy.”
Fluttershy placed Mr. Cake beneath her and blew into her tummy. She squealed in laughter, as her husband looked up with envy and whimpered, “I wannn pway! Fluttershy sighed, as she placed Mr. Cake on the bed.
Mrs. Cake eyed her husband and asked, “Hunie, why ya bein so cwankie?”
Mr. Cake crossed his little hooves in front of him and whined, “Why ya getin all the attention?”
Mrs. Cake whimpered as she peed herself, and started to bawl. Mr. Cake, feeling bad, began to cry again as well.
Fluttershy (not understanding what happened) got a bit frightened at the sudden mood swing from the two, and picked them up with her left wing. After quickly changing them, she placed them on her back. Despite being annoyed and a bit disappointed she forced a gentle tone as she said, “Alright you two, it’s time to go downstairs and meet your children.”
Trotting down the stairs, Fluttershy was greeted by Twilight who was drinking another cup of coffee at one of the seats, while Rarity and Pinkie Pie were doubling up on feeding the twins who were in their high chairs bouncing and babbling happily.
Pinkie Pie looked at her foalified employers and dawed, “They’re so cute! I can’t wait til it’s my turn to spend time with them!”
Mr. Cake and Mrs. Cake were still crying, “Guess they had enough milk?” Twilight asked.
Fluttershy nodded and replied, “Yeah, they got really cranky when they wet themselves.”
“Well, that’s natural, foals always tend to cry if they wet themselves. And I don’t think there’s ever a foal that hasn’t cried about wetting themselves at least once.” Twilight told Fluttershy.
Fluttershy sighed and looked down to see that her tits were smaller than they were before but still a bit bigger.
“How was it?” Pinkie Pie and Rarity asked Fluttershy, as they continued to spoon feed the twins (Rarity with Pound Cake, and Pinkie with Pumpkin Cake).
Fluttershy blushed and whispered, “It was amazing, before they got fussy I was in complete bliss. I hope I can do it more though.”
As Pinkie was feeding Pumpkin Cake she replied, “Well maybe, actually me and Rarity were talking with Twilight on seeing if we can help her with her age spells.” Before she placed the spoon back in the jar of foal food.
Rarity nods and continued, “We’re actually thinking about if we could, we would like to see if any other pony would want to be younger. And the age doesn’t even have to be a foal. I know I for one wouldn’t want to lose the ability to use a toilet, even if just for a day.”
Pinkie giggled, “I still say we should turn Big Mac into a foal and call him Little Mac. But who knows, maybe he was really big from birth and that’s how he got his name?” She then took up another spoonful of goop and hovered it over to Pumpkin Cake. “Here’s the choo-choo.” she cooed.
On que, Pumpkin opened her little mouth as Pinkie placed the spoonful of mush into her and she swallowed down the last of her foal food. Pinkie then took out the spoon cooing, “Good job, Pumpkin.” But in doing so foal food got all over the little filly’s mouth and onto her pink bib and tray. Pinkie laughed and got a wet towel to wipe the mess.
Rarity rolled her eyes, daintily scooped the last bite for Pound Cake, and cooed, “Open wide, darling.”
Pound Cake opened his mouth (at first he’d been reluctant to have a stranger feed him, but any friend of Pinkie’s was worth trusting) and Rarity placed the spoonful of goop into his mouth. He swallowed it down as Rarity removed the spoon slowly, making no mess, She turned to Pinkie, who was still cleaning her mess, and with a smug grin boasted, “That’s how you feed a foal.”
Pinkie smirked “If you think you’re going to stay clean watching these two, think again. Word of advice, you might wanna have a bag of flour handy.”
Feeling a bit weary, Fluttershy sat down and whispered, “Um Pinkie, is there anything else to eat?”
Pinkie looked at the empty jar of foal food and laughed, “We‘ve got plenty of this now.”
Fluttershy blushed at the thought of Pinkie feeding her like a foal (and she almost felt tempted to remind Pinkie that she was a year younger than Fluttershy herself). Then Pinkie laughed as she threw the empty jar in a trash bin and replied, “Don’t worry I made some donuts yesterday to keep us energized.”
Fluttershy smiled and asked, “What kind?”
Pinkie scooped up Pumpkin Cake and placed her on her back, then she continued, “Plain sprinkled, powdered, chocolate, glazed, and some that are jelly or cream filled. Take as many as you want. There’s even a fresh pot of coffee and a kettle full of hot water in the back as well.”
Fluttershy blushed and as she went to the back to get some late breakfast she turned her head and whispered, “Thank you, Pinkie.”
Pinkie grinned and replied, “No problem, Fluttershy. We‘ll be in the nursery when you’re done,” She stared back at little Pound Cake, who was blowing bubbles from his mouth, as she cooed, “I think it’s about time these two bundles of joy met their parents.” Pound Cake squealed in delight as Pinkie bounded up the stairs, alongside Rarity and Twilight.
Twilight carried Mr. and Mrs. Cake into the nursery of their children, where Pinkie Pie and Rarity were placing Pound and Pumpkin Cake among an array of foal toys ranging from stuffed animals, to foam blocks.
Twilight used her telekinesis to place Mr. and Mrs. Cake on the ground, “Alright you two. me and my friends will be right be here if you need us.” she said sweetly.
As Mr. Cake and Mrs. Cake were plopped in front of their children, they began to whimper while their son and daughter stared at them with eyes of astonishment.
Pound Cake with his wide eyes asked, “Who awe ya?”
Mr. Cake nervously rubbing his terry cloth diaper gulped and replied, “I ya dada.”
Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake giggled then Pumpkin Cake babbled, “Dada is a bi ponie, ya a fowl tat wooks wike him.”
Mr. Cake crossed his front hooves in front of him and shouted, “I ya dada, I got tuned into a fowl!”
Mrs. Cake also rubbed her terry cloth diaper and in a polite tone said, “I ya mama.”
Pumpkin Cake stared at Mrs. Cake and laughed again. “You not Mama, ya just wook wike hew.”
Meanwhile, Pound Cake crawled up to his now foalified dad, touched him, and messed with his fur and mane while shouting, “Ya weally dada!” He then flexed his wings and pounced on him.
As the two male foals rolled on the ground, Pumpkin Cake squealed, “Mama!“ Her horn glowed, propelling herself right into her mom. They both landed, and were now laughing and rolling around.
Mr. Cake and his wife got up from their children as Pumpkin Cake asked, “So why ya fowls? Awn’t Dadas and Mamas supposed to take cwae of thew foaws?”
Mrs. Cake replied, “Well ya dada and I wante to see owa fowls befowe ya gwow up,.”
Mr Cake was bouncing on his terry cloth diaper (getting a bit overly excited,) and shouted, “We had Pwincess Twiwight change us into fowls.”
The foals had their mouths drop open, then Pumpkin asked. “So the bwig ponie wi the wings and hown, she’s a awicown?
Mr. Cake nods and replied, “Ya, she’s an a awicown. A weawwy good one.”
Pound Cake tried to pronounce the word, “A-a-w-con”
Pumpkin Cake shook her head and scolded him, “No bwotha, is awicorn.”
Pound Cake pouted and tried again, “A-a-awicown.” The three foals clapped and he got excited and started to bounce up and down.
Then Pumpkin Cake turned to her brother and whispered in his ear again, then they both nod and at the same time asked, “Whas the bwig scawy noise that come fwom when ya use the potty woom?”
Mr. Cake laughed as he stared at his wife “I was wight.” His wife got a little pouty as she replied, “All wight honey ya won tha wound.”
Mr. Cake then turned to his children and replied, “Is call a ‘towiet’, and when ya olda I gonna tea ya how ta use it instead of ya diapees.”
Pound Cake bounced up and down, flapping his wings as he giggled, “Na I wanna be in diapees foweva! That whateva you said sounds bowing.”
Pumpkin Cake rubbed her terry cloth diaper and nodded, “I wike diapees too. Espweciway when ya make funny faces when we mess them.”
Pound Cake laughed and replied “Dada ya mak funny fwaces when ya change my diapee.”
Mr. Cake was surprised and asked, “Ya na gwoss fwom messin ya diapees?”
Pound Cake giggled, “Not weawwy, it feews kind of nice once you get used to it,” He then pouted and turned to his mom and asked, “An why ya always fee Pumpkin Cake first when ya fee us.”
Mrs. Cake replied, “Well Poun Cake, Pumpkin is a filly and ya a colt. Filly’s always eat fiwst.”
Pound Cake looked amazed at this and asked, “Bu why?”
Mr. Cake chuckled, “I du even know tha Pown Cake.”
Mrs. Cake rolled her eyes at her husband and turned to Pound cake and replied, “Is bein pwoite.”
This made Pumpkin Cake giggle and slam her little hooves into Pound Cake. “Ya Pownd Cake, ya gotta be powite!” she said seriously.
Pound cake got a little angry at this and mumbled, “What eva.”
The foals all then became silent and then Mr. Cake asked, “So wha ya wanna do?”
Pound Cake looked at his sister, then they turned to their parents and asked, “Wet’s pway!”
Pinkie Pie, Twilight, and Rarity were just standing aside, watching as the same foals so intent on babbling gibberish to each other, were now playing with the foam blocks and trying to stack them together.
Pinkie whispered, “Rarity did you see that?”
Rarity astonished, and in an expression of disbelief whispered in reply, “That was …amazing, they came to each other and babbled gibberish for a while there.”
A smile of accomplishment came over Twilight as she said to herself, “I can’t wait for the Cakes to report on what their children said…This could be historic!”
Pinkie laughed, “Unless all they talked about was foal stuff and not the answers to the universe.”
Rarity dawed, as she saw that Mr. Cake was going to fall over, but Pound Cake used his wing to help Mr. Cake sit back up. “Or how much they love each other.”
Then a smell started to come from the small group, as Twilight put on a sheepish smile and said, “I’m going downstairs to finish my breakfast.” She climbed down the stairs quickly, before anypony could stop her.
Meanwhile, Pinkie and Rarity noticed Pumpkin Cake’s diaper was bulging with a lump in the back, and her mom had a lump as well. Pinkie sighed, having changed dirty diapers before the smell didn’t bother her as much as it used to. But it was still uncomfortable “You take Pumpkin, and I’ll take Mrs. Cake.” she told Rarity.
Rarity reluctantly nodded and swallowed her distaste for being dirty and mumbled, “I did say I want to get a first hoof experience in foal care. I guess I should be more careful what I wish for. ” The two then picked up the stinky foals and carried them to the changing table.