Foal For A Day

by SuperPinkBrony12

A Diapered Diamond

Author's Note:

Well, now we're delving more heavily into the padded content of this fic. From here on, that stuff's going to be focused on a lot.

As for Spoiled Rich, I know she's going to seem OOC to many of you, but as I said before it's pretty hard to write Spoiled in character to begin with because of what she is.

And lastly, as a word of warning, the next chapter WILL contain a messing scene! Needless to say, if that's not your cup of tea, you'll probably want to skip the next chapter.

Diamond Tiara didn’t really know what to do at first, she just stood there with a blank look on her face. Being diapered by the one pony who up until now had been a constant source of dread in her life was quite hard for the pink pony to take in.

“Go on, Diamond,” Spoiled Rich tried to be encouraging. “Just do something, anything. I won’t stop you.”

Tiara didn’t reply to her mother, she wasn’t sure what to say. She simply eyed her bed as if it were suddenly much more interesting than it really was.

Her attention eventually fell to her teddy bear, Theodore, sitting lonely next to her pillow. Even though she rarely slept with him anymore, Diamond decided she needed to give the stuffed animal some long overdue love.

Without saying a word, Tiara turned around and faced towards her bed. Now came the difficult task of walking over to it, with the added bulk of a diaper. Just before embarking on this arduous journey, she pondered. “Well, at least if I fall nopony will be around to see it. I may have once liked blackmailing ponies, but being on the receiving end, no thanks.”

She reluctantly took a few hoofsteps towards her destination. Each step caused the diaper to admit a faint but telltale crinkle that seemed to echo everywhere.

At last, Tiara reached the bed and carefully grabbed Theodore off the sheets. She proceeded to hold him tightly, as she slowly tried to walk back across the room. “Maybe it would be faster if I just waddled,” she thought to herself. “Acting a little like a foal won’t hurt, as long as Mother’s the only pony who has to see.” With her mind made up, Diamond nervously began to waddle like a duck across the floor of her bedroom.

Spoiled Rich found it hard to not coo or aw at her daughter’s behavior, but somehow she managed. Still, she had to admit her daughter looked pretty cute in her new ensemble. “Do you want to play with some of your other stuffed animals?” She asked Diamond.

“No thank you, Theodore is enough.” Tiara replied, and still clutching the teddy, she sat down on the carpeted floor causing her diaper to admit another symphony of crinkles. Strangely enough, Diamond was starting to find she didn’t mind them, at least not entirely.

Then, much to Spoiled’s surprise, Diamond began to talk with the stuffed bear as if he were a living, breathing creature.

“Yes, Theodore, I am wearing a diaper. No, I don’t wet the bed anymore. I haven’t done that in years.” Tiara said to the bear in an exaggerated tone of voice.

“Are you sure? I remember how upset you were when your mother said rich ponies don’t wet the bed.” Theodore replied in a gruff voice, putting a paw to his mouth to suppress a few giggles.

“Theodore, that wasn’t nice! You hurt my feelings!” Diamond said in fake and exaggerated sadness. “Say you’re sorry, before I tell Momm….” Tiara paused and corrected herself before she continued “Mother on you. She’ll make you sit in the time-out corner.”

“I’m sorry, Diamond Tiara,” Theodore apologized. “You’re my best friend, and best friends don’t tease each other for their problems. If you say you don’t wet the bed, I believe you. But what about all the other big girl things? You don’t try to steal cookies from the cookie jar or cross the street without a grown-up, do you?”

“Certainly not,” Tiara replied. “In fact, I’m such a big girl that I don’t even have to wear diapers outside the house anymore. I use the big filly potty and everything!”

“Oh, you are brave,” Theodore told Diamond. “That big potty is so noisy and scary, even scarier than the monsters under your bed!”

“Theodore, everypony knows there’s no such thing as monsters,” Tiara scolded, before she chuckled. “What I thought was a monster was really just Daddy working late at night, and trying to sneak a few sweets from the fridge without Mother noticing.”

“So that’s where all the ice cream went!” Theodore realized.

“Yeah, but Daddy got a tummy ache, and Mother found out,” Diamond replied with a giggle. “You should’ve seen the look on his face.”

---

Spoiled Rich watched from afar as her daughter held a series of fake conversations with her stuffed teddy bear, all the while acting as if he were real. How many years had it been since Spoiled had seen her doing that? And more importantly, how was she was supposed to use this to get closer to her daughter?

“How do I break the ice between us?” Spoiled Rich thought. Then, an idea came to her. Sure, it was an unusual one, but hopefully it would work.

Tiara was too engrossed in talking with her teddy to really notice her mother exit the bedroom. She just continued to focus on the fake conversations she was having with Theodore, and blocked out pretty much everything else. Sure, sitting on the floor with a diaper felt comfortable, but Diamond wasn’t sure if this was something she wanted to dwell on.

Suddenly, Diamond’s focus snapped back to reality as her mother cleared her throat. Much to the pink pony’s surprise, her mother was holding a small bag in her hooves.

“Thought you might like toys some to play with, my little Diamond...” Spoiled declared, removing colorful rattles, alphabet blocks, and many other things, before setting them down in front of her diapered daughter.

Tiara eyed the toys suspiciously, as if she suspected they might be enchanted or cursed. But talking solely to her teddy bear and pretending he could talk back was starting to get boring, so reluctantly she asked her fillyhood friend “Theodore, do you mind if I play by myself for a little while?”

“Not at all, Diamond. Just don’t forget about me.” the bear replied.

“Oh thank you, Theodore! You’re such a good friend!” Tiara said, eagerly hugging the teddy tightly, before she set him down and waddled over to the toys. Carefully, she picked up a baby blue rattle and gave it a shake, slowly at first then faster and faster. When she’d gotten tired of that particular play item, she moved on to another.

Spoiled couldn’t help but smile, something she seemed to feel the need to do more often all of a sudden. Her daughter looked kind of adorable, wearing a diaper, talking to her teddy bear, and interacting with the foalish toys. “It’s just like when she was very little,” Spoiled thought happily. “So innocent and cheerful. When I think of everything I’ve missed out on...”

“Thank you for the toys, M… M… Mom.” Diamond smiled, trying to seem grateful.

“You’re quite welcome, my dear. Just keep on playing with your toys, while I get dinner ready for you, okay?” Spoiled Rich said in reply, nodding her head.

“Okay.” Tiara agreed, and started to pick up the alphabet blocks and stack them.

As Spoiled Rich left the room, a particularly interesting thought came to her. “She’s still not calling me ‘Mommy’ even though she’s referred to my husband as ‘Daddy’. Why do I care so much about that little fact? This is mostly so I can prove to Filthy that I can change, and hopefully keep my daughter from hating me for the rest of my life. So why am I suddenly so concerned about whether or not she calls me ‘Mommy’?”

Spoiled shook her head. “I’m thinking way too much about this, I should just focus on making dinner. After all, Diamond Tiara is a growing filly. If she’s going to grow up right, she needs to eat right… Wow, I’m really starting to get into this whole scenario, aren’t I?”

---

“Alright, Diamond Tiara, dinner is ready!” Spoiled Rich called in the sweetest tone she could muster, as she poked her head back into her daughter’s bedroom. She was quite surprised by the bizarre sight that greeted her widened eyes.

The pink filly was standing on tippy-hooves, the last alphabet block clutched firmly in her front right hoof, as she attempted to place it on top of a stack made out of the other alphabet blocks. The blocks were not placed directly on top of each other, so the stack was leaning a little, but Tiara either didn’t notice or didn’t care. “Almost... got it...” she said to herself, as her back hooves tried desperately to keep from giving out.

Spoiled was starting to lose patience, she never liked it when Diamond didn’t acknowledge a command from her. But as she was about to open her mouth to scold her daughter, something in the back of her mind stopped her. “Let her finish her little stack,” an inner voice suggested. “She will respond when she’s finished.” So Spoiled said nothing, she shut her mouth and watched as her daughter slowly leaned forward.

But Diamond had stretched herself too far, her back hooves could no longer support her and gave way. In the blink of an eye, Tiara lost her balance and fell forward, in the process knocking over her stack of blocks and scattering them across the floor messily!

Spoiled was at her daughter’s side in an instant, helping her to stand and checking her for any signs of injury. “Good, no boo boos.” she said lovingly, before she gasped and covered her mouth. “Since when did I talk like that? Diamond is far too old for such baby talk.” she thought to herself, embarrassingly.

“Did you see that, Mom?” Tiara asked eagerly, oddly excited over such a small thing. “I almost managed to get all the blocks stacked up!”

“That is… fairly impressive I suppose,” Spoiled conceded. “But the next time I call your name, I expect you to reply. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mom.” Tiara acknowledged, her ears drooping slightly.

“Good, now come with me to the dining room, young filly,” Spoiled commanded, trying to sound authoritative. “It’s time for dinner.”

“What’s on the menu for tonight?” Diamond asked. Her mother usually left the cooking to her father, or Randolph. The only thing the pink pony could remember ever seeing her mother cook, was homemade hayburgers and hay fries on the evening she had that massive tummy ache. Something told her that wouldn’t be served for dinner this particular evening.

“Just wait and see,” Spoiled said with a knowing wink. “It’s something special, but I think you’ll like it.”

---

After being escorted to the dining room by her mother (and discovering to her relief that her mother had remembered the ‘no highchair’ statement), Diamond was surprised when the first thing her mother did was tie a bib around her neck. Said bib pictured a bunny similar to the one Tiara had seen hopping around Fluttershy’s cottage, and it was eagerly devouring a carrot.

“I don’t want you to make a mess.” Spoiled told Diamond, as she made sure the bib was fastened properly. She then trotted to the kitchen next door, and disappeared for a moment. It was then that Tiara noticed something, or rather two ‘somethings’.

The first observation was that, with the exception of Randolph, there was nopony else around. It was as if all the maids and butlers had been given the night off, and the only reason Randolph was staying was due to Filthy Rich’s need to have someone keep an eye on his wife.

The second and more noticeable something, was the lack of silverware at the spot at the table Diamond occupied. “Mother,” she nervously called. “I think you forgot to give me my silverware.”

But when Spoiled Rich emerged, the pink filly quickly realized that the lack of silverware was no accident.

“I didn’t forget your silverware, Diamond. You don’t need it.” Spoiled chuckled, as she brought over a tray holding a bowl filled with applesauce, and jars of foal food such as Cream of Carrot and Mushy Peas. Resting on the tray were several plastic spoons, instead of the usual metal ones.

Diamond gulped. “Are you…. going to feed me that stuff?” she asked her mother with trepidation, even though she was sure she already knew the answer.

“Of course. A growing filly like you needs her nutrition,” Spoiled smiled encouragingly, as she brought the tray close and set it on the table, then sat down in the seat next to her daughter. “A rich pony can’t afford to be a picky eater. Do you think I grew up to be the mare I am today by eating junk food? I certainly hope you don’t think so, because I’ve raised you better than that.”

“But, mother!” Tiara protested.

“Ah ah, no buts!” Spoiled scolded, and dipped a plastic spoon into the first jar, covering the tip of it in a strange (not to mention goopy) orange-colored stuff. “Now, open up for the aeroplane!”

Tiara turned her head, she didn’t like the look or smell of the stuff her mother was trying to feed her. She may have worn a diaper and played with foal toys, but she wasn’t about to give up the little bit of dignity she still had and eat foal food.

“Diamond Dazzle Tiara, you’re not getting up from this chair until everything on this tray has been eaten! Do I make myself clear?!” Spoiled said seriously, casting an angry glare at her daughter.

That did the trick. Diamond reluctantly cooperated, and she soon discovered that the unappetizing gunk actually tasted really good! “It may not be as sweet as ice cream, but it’s so delicious!” Diamond eagerly thought to herself, though another part of herself was asking. “What’s going on with me? Why am I suddenly so excited about playing with foal toys and eating foal food?” Then an awful thought struck her. “What if this is all Mother’s secret plan to get revenge? She’s trying to treat me like a foal so she can humiliate me!” She quickly shook her head, as the more rational part of her brain told her. “Calm down, it’s probably not that. She’s not forcing you to do anything, she’s doing this because she wants a second chance. A second chance that you agreed to give her.”

Diamond’s thoughts were quickly silenced, when another spoonful of the foal slop entered her mouth. Tiara soon chose to just ignore how much she enjoyed the stuff, and focus solely on obeying her mother’s instructions.

---

Dinner passed quickly for mother and daughter, and pretty soon Diamond Tiara felt incredibly full. Fuller than she usually felt after dinner, due to the fairly modest helpings of food she was usually permitted to consume. She secretly suspected her mother had intentionally gone over that portion limit, but since dinner had consisted mostly of stuff like applesauce and foal food, she had no way to prove it.

“Shall we return to your bedroom so you can resume playing, my little Diamond?” Spoiled Rich inquired of her daughter.

“Sure, I guess.” Tiara shrugged. Since she wasn’t used to walking or waddling on a full stomach, she allowed her mother to hold her hoof and escort her down the empty hallway of the family mansion, until they entered Diamond’s bedroom.

For the next hour and a half, the pink filly alternated between playing pretend with her stuffed teddy bear, and cavorting with the foal toys her mother had provided.

Spoiled, for her part, said and did nothing. She simply watched her daughter play, and occasionally glanced at a small clock mounted on the wall.

Almost before Diamond realized it, night time came. As Luna’s moon rose into the night sky, Tiara knew that it was time for bed.

Her mother noticed this too. “Alright, Diamond Tiara, time to settle down for the night.” Spoiled Rich declared.

“Ah, but Mother, I’m not tired!” Tiara protested.

“Really?” Spoiled Rich asked, to which Diamond Tiara nodded eagerly. “Well, let’s do something to fix that. But first, we’d better get you into your pajamas...”

“Okay,” Tiara agreed, and hopped up onto her bed. But when she checked behind her pillow, she failed to find her usual pink silk pajamas. “Mom, where did you put my pjs?!” Diamond demanded.

“Your old pajamas are in the wash. But lucky for you, I have a special pair of new pajamas that I’d like you to wear for me.” Spoiled replied, holding out some evening clothes that looked like they had been made for a foal and then hastily sized up to fit a filly.

The pajamas were an alternating baby blue and pink in hue, styled into a stripe pattern. Stitched all over them were pictures of cartoon ponies from fairy tales. How lovely.

Diamond wanted to protest about the new pajamas, but quickly decided against it. Compared to everything else, a somewhat more foalish set of pajamas was a minor nuisance at worst. Plus, as much she didn’t like to admit it, those silk pajamas sometimes got itchy (which is she seldom wore them at sleepovers with Silver Spoon).

However, what she did find to not like about these pajamas, was how bulky they felt in the rear. It seemed like they had added space for a diaper, and were designed specifically to push the legs even farther apart. “Do I really have to wear these?” she asked her mother.

“At least for tonight, my darling,” Spoiled Rich replied without compromise, as she helped her daughter into her new nightwear. “After that, you don’t have to wear them anymore if you don’t want to.”

Tiara pouted, as she got used to the feel of her new pair of pajamas. “I feel like I’m two years old again,” she thought unhappily “just like I’ve been feeling for a lot of the day…”

“Still not tired yet?” Spoiled interrupted her daughter’s thoughts, when she saw that she was still awake.

“Yup.” was all that Diamond Tiara felt like responding with.

“Well, you will be in a moment or two.” Spoiled said with a sneaky grin, as she scooped Tiara up and carried her to the kitchen.

Before Diamond had a chance to ask what her mother was going to do, a warm bottle of milk was pushed into her mouth. Though a bit hesitant at first, Diamond did have to admit she felt thirsty. Not having anything to drink for dinner certainly hadn’t helped. Reluctantly, Diamond Tiara concentrated hard and with a little bit of effort began to suck from the amber nipple of the bottle. In seconds, she was slurping down the milk as if there was no tomorrow.

“Wow, this tastes…. surprisingly nice. Just like the baby food...” Tiara thought to herself, before she suddenly and unexpectedly let out a huge burp! Her face instantly turned the brightest shade of red possible, she couldn’t believe she’d just belched like that in front of her own mother!

Much to Diamond’s surprise, Spoiled simply chuckled and said in response “My goodness, I haven’t heard a burp like that in years. Maybe now you’ll slow down, and stop gulping down that bottle so fast, I can’t just heat up another one for you this late.”

Tiara slowly but surely drank down the rest of the milk from the bottle. Like a magic mixture, within seconds she started to feel really sleepy, and yawned.

“Ready for beddy-byes now, my dear?” Spoiled asked, as she carried her daughter back to her bedroom.

“Mm-hmm.” Diamond drowsily replied, barely able to keep her eyes open. But somehow she did, while her mother pulled back the covers of her bed, gently placed her head on the pillow, and then pulled the sheet up over her little head.

Just before she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, Tiara heard her mother call “Sweet dreams, my little Diamond.”, turn off the lights, and shut the door.

Comments

[littlebrony]

kinda nice seeing diamond this way. wanting to see how far she regresses

[Smitty91]

7358878 Agreed. There needs to be more stories of Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, the CMC, and spike being diapered and babied.

[SuperPinkBrony12]

7358878 Well, regression isn't going to be the focus here. If she does regress, it'll only be a little.

[Zubric]

7358914 spike couldn't certsinlycbr the easyiest maybe.