> The Foal Prince
>  by Foal Star
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> Prolouge: A Foal's Gala
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Prince Blueblood was grinning with his head held high in the air, standing before Princess Celestia and Twilight, in the princess’ bed chambers. Celestia eyed the prince and instructed to him. “Now, while you are pretending to be me, you will do nothing but shake hooves. Do you understand? I don’t want to hear you using this disguise to do anything immoral or otherwise not allowed.”

Blueblood scoffed at the very notion that he couldn’t be trusted. “I know that, Aunt Celestia. Trust me, I will be as well mannered as I always am. You have nothing to fear.”

Twilight spoke up. “Alright then, just hold still.” Blueblood stopped moving, becoming still like a statue as Twilight’s magic glowed, and Blueblood was magically transformed form a smirking prince to a graceful copy of Princess Celestia herself.

The prince looked at his new form, blushing. He now had the same rainbow colored mane flowing from his head, and the sun cutie mark printed on his rump. The copy of Celestia proclaimed. “This is extraordinary!” He squealed, hearing his voice was as soft but strong as his aunt! “My voice, I sound exactly like you, Celestia!”

The real princess of the sun rolled her eyes. “Alright, alright. Now you better get down and shake hooves before somepony notices me...well you I guess, is gone,” The stallion gave a salute as he ran down the stairs, and Celestia sighed. “I’m not sure this is a good idea, even considering what might be out there.”

Twilight smirked. “Don’t worry, my friends will be keeping an eye on him and will also be on the lookout for any suspicious ponies. Now we have our little job to do while Blueblood does your royal duties.”

The mares then went across the hall and entered a familiar playroom and mini-nursery. It was the same place where the regressed royal guards had stayed for some time before they were all adopted. Inside the room, Hoity Toity, Zecora, and the three regressed royal guards were all running around the room, playing a cute game of tag. Hoity was bouncing on his diapered rump and chanting. “Nah nah, can’t catch me!”

Zecora was “it” as she pounced on the fancy colt and booped his nose. “Got ya, Hoity Poity.”

Hoity whined as he pouted. “Tat not my name, it Hoity Toity.”

Zecora giggled. “Sowie, ya name is gweat fow whyming.”

The little zebra got off the colt and helped him up as he grumbled. “Nah uh, my name is Hoity Toity and tat not poity.”

But Zecora started chanting as she bounced on her diaper. “Hoity Poity! Hoity Poity!”

The colt growled. “Tat’s it, I gonna get ya!” Zecora squealed as he chased her and the other toddler guards followed suit, being chased by the little colt who was now “it”.

Twilight and Celestia stood aside, letting the foals continue their game. Bucket Bridle was the first to waddle up to the solar princess and babbled. “Mama! Mama!”

Celestia came down, hugged her adopted son as she held him in her hooves, and nuzzled him. “How’s my little Bucket Bridle doing?”

The colt jumped up and down, chirping. “Doing gweat, Mama! I weawn in schoow today tat ya coat is ta cowow white.”

Celestia dawwed at her son’s achivement. “Oh, did you now?” She ruffled the colt’s mane just as Cannon Feather got up from running around, blushing as he did a cute potty dance, and whined. “Uh Auntie Tia, gotta go potty.”

Celestia lit up her horn, poofed in a pink training potty, helped pulled Cannon Feather’s pull-up down, and plopped him onto the plastic bowl as he started to tinkle inside.

Twilight dawwed. “Oh they're so adorable.” She ruffled Bright Wing’s head as he nuzzled his head into Twilight’s lap and giggled. “Guess what, Auntie Twily?! I going to preschool!”

Twilight cooed. “Oh really? How do you like it?”

Bright Wing squealed. “I wove it! We wearning our ABCs! And pwimawy cowos wike bwue and wed!”

Celestia nodded. “I’m well aware of that. Little Bucket Bridle is also going to preschool, as is Cannon Feather.”

Twilight giggled. “Wow, that’s wonderful to hear. Sounds like they’re doing really well there too.”

Cannon Feather got off his potty, and after Celestia had wiped him, he pulled his pull-up over his rump and babbled. “Yeah, pweschwool is wots of fun! Bu we stiww get nap time, and pway time.”

Twilight cooed again. “Oh it's so great to hear you're enjoying school. I remember preschool, but I mostly reading the picture books in the reading corner.”

Celestia nodded. “Luna, Shining Armor and I all decided together that these three should get started on their education, and they are doing a wonderful job.”

Zecora got up as she chanted. “Weww, I’m learning how to whyme. I a foaw who wikes to woww and pway aw day, and jump in hay.”

The older mares’ dawwed as Hoity replied. “I awso leawin stuff, makin new diapees and foaw cwothes with Wawity! I even got on ta fwont page of ta cutest foal magazine.”

Twilight giggled, seeing the foals trying to top one another, and cooed. “You’re all doing very well. But for now we better get you all to sleep, it’s way past your bedtime, little ones.”

The foals all groaned as Bright Wing whined. “But Auntie Twily, ya pwomiced to wead us Dawing Do tonight, wememba?”

Twilight blushed as Celestia smirked. “She’ll read to you once you’re all tucked in, now come on. Let’s get you into your night-time diapers.”

Once all had been diapered, the foals got all excited as they climbed into the little bed that the three former royal guards slept in when they were first regressed. They all snuggled together with diapers crinkling underneath the sheets. Twilight pulled the sheets up over the little ones bodies, stopping just shy of their heads, and Celestia placed pacifiers in their mouths and handed out plushies.

Zecora hugged Cannon Feather, who blushed seeing her nuzzle into him. Bucket Bridle laughed and teased. ”Aww, Cannon Feather got cooties.”

The other colts squealed. “Eww!”

Cannon Feather pouted. “Nah uh, dun gots cooties.”

Zecora stuck her tongue out. “Better watch it, I gonna tuwn ya aww into fwogs.”

Twilight got out the Daring Do novel and cooed, breaking up the argument. “Alright, calm down, everypony. It’s story time.” The foals all grew silent now, anticipating the story as Twilight opened the book. “Okay, now we last left off with Daring Do getting chased by the army of monkeys.”

Celestia smiled, seeing the foals on the edge of their diapered butts, listening to the story with their imaginations running wild. But soon the little ones were drifting off to sleep and the two mares went outside the room as Twilight slowly closed the door and shut the lights off. “Good night little ones.” She softly called.

Celestia sighed in relief hearing no noises coming from the room, chuckling as she had gotten used to one of the regressed guards crying out for something. “Now we can actually hang out together for a little.” She said to her student.

Twilight nodded. “Yeah. But shouldn’t we check on Blueblood first, just in case?”

But Celestia waved a hoof. “Let him take care of the formalities. I believe you wanted to talk about magic, or maybe how your friendship studies are going?”

Twilight beamed with excitement, this is why she’d come to the Gala after all! “Of course! I have so much to talk about!”

Celestia laughed. “Alright, come on. We can talk in my room.” She led Twilight away, with the two mares chatting along the way.





Blueblood was smirking to himself as he strode down the grand staircase, shaking his mane and tail as he strut about. The ponies that had already arrived gasped and bowed as they came up and Blueblood smirked again, seeing the ponies bow before him as they thought he was Princess Celestia. “Alright, that’s enough.” He declared.

The ponies got up and resumed their dancing as the disguised Blueblood strode to the front entrance of the palace, and started to shake hooves, as ponies flowed into the ballroom.

Twilight’s friends were all doing their own things as they kept an eye out for suspicious ponies: Pinkie Pie was trying to teach ponies how to do the pony-pokey, Rainbow Dash kept trying to get the attention of the Wonderbolts (or at least Spitfire and Soarin) who were chatting among various interested fans or nobels.

Rarity, however watched Blueblood afar, looking around and trying to make sure that nothing touched her prince (even if he was in disguise). Blueblood smirked, seeing her looking out for his interests, and thought. “She would make a good marefriend if she kept this loyalty to me.”

Blueblood then looked around, seeing that everything seemed to be going fine. Ponies danced around the ballroom, eating the Hors d'oeuvres and drinking wine. Blueblood just sighed in relief,  there was no strange pony with magic regression powder in sight. And he started thinking to himself. “I’m a hero! Even if nothing happened, I risked my dignity for my princess and in the end, I will surely be given a grand title!”

As the prince continued with his duty, Rarity watched from afar, flustered at how she was missing out her chance to hang out with her prince charming. “I hope we get to dance at least once before the night is over.” She whispered to herself.





A few hours later, the disguised Prince Blueblood was now saying goodbye to many of the guests as they left the palace. He sighed, seeing that the party was slowing down but still booming with ponies, who were now mostly just chatting and sipping cups of wine.

Rarity was standing by, still waiting to dance with her lover. Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash was still trying to get the Wonderbolt’s attention by shouting and jumping around, while Pinkie Pie brought out her party cannon, causing havoc in the ballroom.

Blueblood shook his head in disgust, then he noticed a strange looking mare in the back of the room. Her coat was a dark black in color, and her mane was light silver with silvery eyes. Her dress was silver colored as well, and she seemed to be winking at Blueblood, waving a hoof. Blueblood felt himself look at this beauty, with a desire to get to know her more. He first looked around seeing that most of the guests had arrived and nopony else would show up if he left his post.

The disguised stallion followed the mare outside to the palace gardens. Unknown to him, Rarity was watching from afar, her face growing red with rage as followed the prince outside, grumbling. “What is he up to?!”

Blueblood and the strange dark mare walked together, seeing Applejack, who busy trying to sell her pastries, a strange pony could be heard shouting in the distance. Rarity paused, briefly distracted. “Was that Fluttershy?” She thought to herself.

Meanwhile, the fake Celestia now stood alone with the strange mare in a vacant part of the garden. The mare turned with an innocent looking face as she cooed. “Hello. Do you wish to speak with me, Princess Celestia?”

Blueblood lit his horn breaking the spell and he was now standing before this beauty in his full glory as he bowed. “No, my lady. I was protecting the dear princess from a threat.”

The mare threw her mane back and cooed. ”Oh really? And you did all this to save Celestia? How noble of you.”

Blueblood beamed with pride from the flattery and nodded. “Yes, and I did so of my own accord. You see, some evil pony has been turning ponies into foals. We believed they would strike again this night. And I came up with the idea to be in Celestia’s place just in case the villain were to strike again.”

Rarity scoffed as she stepped back, appalled. “What a liar and a jerk!” She remarked to herself. “He practically begged Celestia to pick anypony else. I can’t believe I had feelings for this pony! Taking credit for something he never wanted to do in the first place!” She stomped off in anger as the mysterious mare walked around Blueblood, and cooed. “Oh, wow! Look how handsome and brave you are.”

Blueblood perked up as he beamed a smile of pride. “Thanks, I am the most wanted stallion in Equestria. May I ask what your name is?”

The strange mare just smirked at him. “Oh, you’ll know my name soon enough now that I know you’re going to be a valuable asset.” Blueblood eyed the mare as she blew dust into his face, and he coughed and gagged on the strange substance! He began shrinking and felt his body grow fatter, as he regressed to a foal.

The now little colt whimpered and looked down at his flubby body, seeing now that he wore a cute, baby blue suited onesie, with a button snap around his rump. A thick diaper clearly bulging, with some of the diaper fabric poking through the leg holes.

The enchantress laughed. “Aww, look at you, little prince. Now come on, I’ll take you to your new home.”

But Blueblood had already scampered off, as he waddled through the garden towards the palace, panting as he looked behind him. “I…I think I lost hew.”

Prince Blueblood then stopped and finally looked himself over fully, seeing his flabby hooves and the diaper poking through the leg holes of his onesie. He whined! “No no no! Dun wana be a foal! How couwd tis happen to me?!” He pulled the button flap of his onesie and groaned, seeing the thick white diaper underneath. He then looked up, seeing some ponies chuckling at his antics. Blueblood stopped midway, gulping as he put the front flap of his onesie down, trying desperately to hide his diaper as he thought to himself. “I can’t let anypony know I’m Blueblood, or I’ll be humiliated forever!”

The regressed prince was then suddenly picked up by a unicorn mare with a snow white coat, a golden mane and tail, and shiny blue eyes. She was donned in a beautiful blue dress, as she gave the foal a sweet smile and cooed. “Aww, what are you doing here, little one? Are you lost?”

Blueblood gasped, recognizing the mare as Morning Dew, the mare that had humiliated him months ago at a garden party! Morning Dew, meanwhile, fixed the button snap around his onesie, and snapped the buttons closed, allowing his diaper to once again be hidden.

Just then, a hulking stallion clad in a fancy tuxedo came up. He had a thick coat of chestnut brown, and he chuckled. “Uh-oh, looks like one of the regressed foals escaped from upstairs.” Blueblood whimpered, recognizing the stallion as Battleheart, one of the royal guards.

Morning Dew turned to the stallion. “Oh really? And who do you think he is, dear?”

Battleheart gazed the colt over and smirked. “This little one looks a lot like Blueblood.”

Blueblood was now squirming about, trying to break free from Morning Dew’s embrace. “I can’t take this! I need to find Celestia and hope she can somehow change me back into a stallion! If anypony finds out I’m a foal, my life is ruined!” He thought to himself in horror!

The colt somehow managed to get out of the mare’s embrace and fell to the ground, plopping on his diaper. He squeaked as a cloud of foal powder poofed from the leg holes of his onesie. The mare just dawwed and picked him up again. “Maybe his mom brought him here. I hear lots of ponies had trouble booking a good foalsitter for tonight.” She commented.

Battleheart looked around the place and mumbled. “Hopefully, she’s still here and hasn’t left the gala yet.” The couple strode off with Blueblood in tow, as the enchantress looked from the shadows and whispered “darn it.” Then, with a whisk of her horn, the enchantress disappeared.





Blueblood was still scared that the enchantress was nearby and looked around. The mare cooed. “Oh dear, he looks absolutely terrified. He must’ve wandered off. Hopefully his mom is nearby.”

Battleheart chuckled as he booped the foal’s nose, making Blueblood glare at the guard and stuck his tongue out. “He reminds me of Blueblood,” Battleheart commented. “Wonder if the little tyke is related to that stubborn prince. It would explain a lot.”

Morning Dew patted the bottom of the diaper and hummed. “Maybe he is, but I haven’t seen the prince all day. I heard he fell ill but it still seems strange he would miss the Grand Galloping Gala for that.”

Blueblood stayed silent, trying to not say anything to draw attention to himself. As hew was led into the ballroom, he saw the stairs that lead to the upper rooms of the palace. The colt squeaked as he thought. “There’s the stairs! I just need to climb those to find Celestia!” Blueblood squirmed again, plopped back down onto his padded rump, and made a dash to the stairs, only to be held in an unfamiliar aura of magic. The prince whined as he was dragged back and turned around by none other than Rarity, who innocently cooed. “Aww, who is this little foal? I wasn’t aware foals would be attending the gala.”

Soon everypony that was left in the ballroom turned their gaze to the foal, who whimpered and peed his diaper, squeaking upon hearing an audible hissas the padding swelled! The button snap around his bottom popped open, revealing a swelling diaper rapidly turning yellow to the crowd.

Pinkie Pie, now intrigued, bounced over and giggled. ”Aww, he’s so cute. Did another pony turn into a foal?”

The crowd looked among each other, and Morning Dew declared. “Well, from what I remember, regressed foals can still talk. I haven’t heard a peep out of him yet.”

Blueblood gulped, not wanting anypony to know he was the foal. So he just babbled gibberish and the crowd chuckled. Rarity sighed. “Well, if he isn’t a regressed pony then where are his parents?”

The crowd looked amongst each other again as Morning Dew sighed. “They must’ve left the gala without realizing their son is missing. Battleheart and I can care for him until we can find his parents, we were planning to have a foal soon anyways.”

Battleheart blushed hard as the crowd laughed and the mares dawwed. Blueblood, for his part, was mortified, knowing it was only going to be a matter of time til the couple would discover who he really was.

Seeing that the ponies were so busy discussing what to do with him, Blueblood saw that he could climb the steps and find Celestia, if he was quick about it. The little foal waddled with his now chubby legs, and slowly climbed the steps of the grand staircase. The crowd of ponies were now watching in silence as the foal adorably climbed the steps, his sagging diaper revealed to the crowd.

Blueblood grunted as he continued climbing, the once simple steps when he was an adult now seemed like a mountain to his little foal body. But the prince could the gazes of the crowd dig into his back as he turned around, seeing the ponies all smiling and dawwing at his antics.

Blueblood squeaked as he fell from the stairs and was caught in Rarity’s magic as she cooed. ”No stairs, darling, you’ll get a nasty booboo. “

Blueblood whined and screamed as he kicked about. But Rarity was having none of it, she laid him down on the ground and cooed. “This little foal also needs a diaper change. Pinkie Pie can you get me my diaper bag from upstairs?” But Pinkie Pie took out a pink diaper bag from nowhere as she gave it to Rarity, who blushed. “Uh, thanks, Pinkie.”

Pinkie Pie gave a salute. “No problem, Rarity. You never know when you’re going to need a spare diaper bag nowadays.” Rarity chuckled and as she got out the supplies: a package of foal wipes, a giant bottle of foal powder, and embarrassing, thick pink diapers from the bag.

That was enough for Blueblood, who shouted in anger.”No! Dun wana diapee change!” The crowd gasped, jumping back as the little soggy colt rose up and continued his rant! “I am ta pwince of Equestwia! I not gonna be tweated wike a helpless foal! Now show me some wespect!”

The crowd all blinked as Rarity whispered. “Blueblood?!”

Blueblood blinked, realizing what he’d just done by shouting his name, and the crowd burst into rancorous laughter. Blueblood plopped back down on his rump, completely embarrassed.





Just then, Fluttershy burst through the back of the palace and saw little Blueblood whimpering. The anger about how the animals wouldn’t let her care for them disappeared in an instant, and she squealed. “Oh dear, look at the poor foal,” Fluttershy scooped up Blueblood, who wined and kicked about as Fluttershy held him close. “Oh, don’t fuss. It’s okay, little cutie.”

This just received more laughter from the rich ponies and all the little foal could do was whimper thinking. “That’s it! I’m ruined! Done for! My life as a prince is over!”He then fell back, as he fainted into a sea of black.
> Chapter 1: One Crazy Morning
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Prince Blueblood woke up early the next morning with a start, gasping as he looked around, his heart pumping. He yawned as he stretched his tiny limbs, and tried to gauge where he was. The first thing the little prince noticed, was that all he could see was a sea of white fur stretching on for what seemed like miles. Then he squeaked hearing the odd but recognizable noise of his diaper. He looked down, groaning upon seeing the padding was a bright pink in color, and he whined. “So it wasn’t a dweam, I weawwy a foaw!”

The prince groaned and wiggled, but the sea of fur shifted as he squeaked, seeing a giant white object land on him softly, as a giant hoof pressed him to the plush white fur. He could hear a faint thump from the heart of his captor. Blueblood growled and wiggled from the grasp, as he plopped down into a sea of satin blue bedsheets. The little colt peered up at the face of Princess Celestia sleeping soundly. She was a giant compared to the little foal, who just sat there with his mouth gaping open. “She huge…I mean I know she big, bu now she wook weawwy big.”

The colt curiously waddled over to the princess’ rump and giggled upon seeing her big sun cutie mark. “Oh wow, is soft.” He then saw her tail of blue, green, and pink waving on the bed, and squealed as he jumped into the tail and rolled around in the hair. Then he heard a door open and gasped as he quickly hid in the tail. But he heard a foal whisper. “No so would gonna wake Auntie Tia.”

Blueblood peeked and saw five other foals crawling into the room as baby Zecora whispered. “So ya tink ta new foaw is a giww tis time?”

Bucket Bridle put his hooves on his soggy diaper. “Wha wong with cowts?”

Zecora shrugged. ”Noting’s wong, but I wana pway with mowe fiwwies.”

Hoity came up.  “Wew, if ya want, I wowd wuv to weaw a pewtty dwessie and we can pway tea pawty. Mommy always says to twy new things.”

Cannon Feather got up. “Hey, if any cowt gonna pway tea pawty in a dwess, it’s me.”

Zecora giggled. ”Aww, you guys awe ta best.” She hugged the colts as Blueblood watched, still unsure if he wanted to have the foals see him in his present state.

Bucket Bridle rolled his eyes. He looked up at Celestia and climbed up the side of the bed, wiggling around in his soaked nighttime diaper. He nuzzled her and crawled under her wings as Bright Wing followed suit. Bright Wing giggled, poking Celestia’s cutie mark. “Is so big up cwose.”

Bucket Bridle nuzzled Celestia. “Yay! My mommy gots ta best cutie mawk in ta whowe wowd.”

Cannon Feather climbed up after his friends. “Nah uh, Mama Wuwu is ta best! She bettew ten ya!”

Bright Wing scoffed. “My daddy is ta best, his cutie mawk is so coow!”

Hoity. meanwhile climbed up and then helped Zecora up, as they too waddled to Celestia. Poking her and nuzzling her, Zecora cooed. “Oh, she so soft and warm.”

Hoity snuggled into Celestia under one of her wings and yawned. “She soft and white, wike Mommy.”

The little guards clambered through Celestia’s other wing, giggling as they brushed it. Bright Wing giggled. “Hew wings awe so soft, ya tink she gots ta biggest wings eva?”

While all this was going on, Celestia was deep in sleep, seemingly unaware of the foals clambering over her. She woke to the tiny hooves clambering over her body, and chuckled. She then looked over, seeing the foals poking her cutie mark, tugging on her tail, and brushing her wings, and she cooed. “Oh, what are you foals doing?”

They all looked up and squeaked as they all clambered back onto the bed. Bucket Bridle looked up and apologized. “Oh, sowie Mama, we wookin fow ta new foaw.”

Zecora clambered out from under the alicorn and asked. “Is it a fiwwy?”

Celestia giggled as she looked around. “Oh he’s not a filly, but he is a prince.”

The foals gasped as Zecora whispered. “Abbwe fwitews.”

Blueblood, meanwhile, tried to worm his way through Celestia’s tail. But squeaked as he was lifted into the air by a yellow aurora and plopped down on the bed. The little prince whimpered, curling up in his pink diaper as the other foals cooed in unison and crawled around him. Blueblood whined. “Stop it! I not cute, I am a pw-“ Then he squealed as he lost his balance, plopping down onto his diapered rum,p and he squeaked as a hisss came from his diaper.

The foals all burst into giggles and Blueblood whined. “Stop, it not funny!”

Celestia just smirked, seeing her nephew in his new state, clearly unable to see that he was going to learn a lesson or two about humility from the experience. She yawned, seeing that the moon was setting beneath her window. “Time to raise the sun,” She said with a smile. “But first, we have some soggy diapered butts to change.” She took hold of her charges and with her magic, changed the wet diapers of the foals in a quick motion.

The foals all stood up in their new, poofy diapers, now emblazoned with cute little suns on them. Bucket Bridle beamed in pride despite having been put back in a diaper. “See, Mommy’s cutie mawk is ta best!” He boasted.

Blueblood (relieved that he was out of the embarrassing pink diaper) kicked about in his new padding, though he soon noticed it was thicker than the pink diaper he’d worn before. “Why it so big?”

Celestia blushed. “Oh, sorry. That diapering spell needs some work still.”

Zecora squealed, bouncing in her new diaper. “Nah, is gweat! It so comfy and bouncy! I couwd bounce aww day!”

Bucket Bridle was the first to pounce, and the other foals followed suit as Blueblood blinked in confusion. Celestia squealed, falling down with the foals snuggling her in their poofy diapers. She laughed and pulled them into an embrace with her big wings.  “Oh, you're all just so cute!” She snuggled the foals as Luna came into the room with a slight scowl on her face. “Dear sister, I lowered the moon a hour ago. Wha-”

Luna stopped mid sentence upon seeing Celestia with all the foals snuggling her belly and exploring around her body, prodding the wings or brushing her tail. Celestia was so entranced by the foals that she looked up and squeaked upon seeing Luna standing there with the most confused look on her face.

Celestia blushed as she explained. “Oh, sorry sister. As you can see, the foals have taken over Equestria.”

They all giggled and Blueblood rolled his eyes. Luna smirked. “Have they now?”

Cannon Feather bounced up and squealed. “Yeah, Mama! We gonna make aw ta ponies in Equestwia weaw diapees!”

Zecora then shouted. “Now tat we bwought down Tia, we gots to get Wuna!”

Soon, the foals all leaped off of Celestia and tackled Luna to the ground. She squealed, flying over as the foals clambered on her and were busy tickling the alicorn all over. Luna laughed as she kicked her legs. “Oh dear sister, we’re done for! The foals will cover the land in a thousand years of padding!”

Celestia gave a fake gasp. “Whatever shall we do?! Soon everypony will be in diapers, and with nopony to change them all.”

Cannon Feather got up and raised his hooves. ”Tats wight, we foaws wiw need to make ya two change aww ta diapees!”

Both Luna and Celestia gave an over dramatic “Nooo!” Then both alicorns fell to the ground with their tongues rolling out of their mouths, as the foals all clapped their hooves at the performance. Celestia and Luna both then got up and bowed. Celestia proceeded to pick up the foals in her magic, and placed them onto the bed and cooed. “Alright now, little ones, Auntie Tia needs to go out and raise the sun.”

The foals all groaned with a “awww.” Seeing the fun was coming to an end.

Celestia smirked as she got up. “Alright alright, how about later, we’ll play this again? Next time I’ll be more prepared for the invasion of foals.”

The foals all started shouting. “Yeah! Wets pway tat again!”

Celestia just gave a chuckle as she left the room and Luna turned back with a concerned look and squeaked. “Wait, sister! You’re leaving me by myself with all the foals!”

Celestia smirked. “Good luck, sister. You’re on your own until I get back. But I’m sure you can manage a few little ones.” As the princess of the sun closed the door, Luna was then tackled by the foals, once again knocking her down as they snuggled into her.

Luna just dawwed and wrapped her wings around them. “Alright, sister,” She said to herself. “But you’re going to owe me big time for this.”

Blueblood just rolled his eyes and stood aside while grumbling. “She bettew come back soon. I dun gorts aw day to be a foaw. I gots a vewy impowtant meeting ta attend today! Diapeed ow not, I not missing tat.”





Not soon after Celestia went to raise the sun, Twilight, Applejack, and Rarity were all getting up, yawning as they walked across the castle courtyard.

Applejack mumbled. “So ,Twilight ya think that whoever turned Blueblood into a foal, is the one who made the wish from that genie?”

Twilight nodded. “I’m almost certain. Last night we checked all over the castle and the surrounding garden, but found nothing. Hopefully, this time I can maybe find the spell that regressed Blueblood.”

Rarity scoffed, still feeling offended at the prince standing her up and taking credit for others’ ideas. “Well it’s his own fault for going after some suspicious looking mare when he was supposed to be at the door.”

Applejack eyed her friend as she asked. “And ya decided it was a good idea to just leave him alone with this mare?”

Rarity squeaked and protested. “W-well...I...I didn’t know she was evil! Heck, we don’t even know for sure if she was the one who regressed Blueblood. It could be somepony else entirely.”

Twilight turned towards her two friends and in a serious tone she replied. “Enough of that. As much as I wish Rarity had stayed, maybe it was for the best. Had she gone off, she could have been regressed along with Blueblood, and then we’d really be in trouble.”

Applejack just shrugged. “I was just teasin’ a little, I didn’ mean anythin’ by it.”

Rarity scoffed. “Well, I can see why Zecora has such appalling manners.”

Applejack growled. “Wha's that supposed ta mean? I’ve raised Zecora quite well, she knows right from wrong.”

“Girls, please,” Twilight snapped. “We need to stick together on this. Not only do we have an enchantress of some sort on the loose, we also have six foals now. If we don’t work together to put a stop to it, everypony in Equestria could fall victim to this foal pandemic.”

Rarity and Applejack turned away from each other as Twilight rolled her eyes, and opened the door to the nursery to see a huge disaster.

Luna was running around the room, laughing as she chased the regressed royal guards. As she did so, she clearly didn’t notice Zecora and Hoity both busy playing with Celestia’s makeup counter, smearing lipstick on their faces. Twilight just fainted at the scene of seeing her mentor’s bedroom being defiled by foals.

Applejack just stomped her hoof down and came over and scolded the little zebra. “Zecora! What in the hay are ya doin’ with Celestia’s makeup?!”

Zecora's squeaked as she looked over at her adoptive mom and whimpered. “Sowie, Mama, just wanted ta pway tea pawty with Hoity.”

Applejack sighed, lifting Zecora up onto her back. “Alright, sugarcube, that’s enough foolin’ with the princess’s makeup. We need to get packed up, ‘cause we’ll be leavin’ soon.”

The little zebra squealed. “Can we buck abbwes togethew when we get home?”

Applejack chuckled. “Not quite, sugarcube. You’re still way too young for that. Even Apple Bloom ain’t old enough to buck apples yet, and she ain’t in diapers like you are.”

Zecora grumbled, muttering: “Abbwefwittews.” as she was carried off.

Rarity sighed, lifting Hoity by the seam of his diaper. “Hoity Toity, darling little colts like you don’t need makeup to look pretty.”

Hoity blushed as he was lifted up into the air, not unlike he was about to be disciplined. “Sowie, Mommy, just twiyin to wook pwetty wike ya.”

Rarity dawwed in spite of her better instincts. “Oh sweetheart, you already look so handsome in just a diaper. Besides, red lipstick is definitely not you color. It clashes so hideously with your coat,” She then began to wipe his face off with some foal wipes and cooed. “Now, I signed you up with Photo Finish to model some of the foal clothes you designed!”

Hoity squealed. “Oh yeah I fowgots aw about tat!”

Rarity giggled, poking his diaper. “This diaper is quite adorable though, and I know I didn’t put you in it. Did you design it yourself?”

Hoity shook his head. “No, Tia did. She poofed it on us.”

Rarity looked the padding all over and then cooed. “Well I have to say, Princess Celestia may just have a taste in foal fashion. How about we find a matching onesie to fit that diaper?”

Hoity clapped his hooves. “Sounds wike fun! I gonna be ta pwince of ta sun!” Rarity then nuzzled her adoptive son as she walked off.

Luna, meanwhile, finished scooping up the royal guard toddlers in her embrace, panting and gasping. “I finally got you little trouble makers,” She then looked up to see Shining Armor coming down the hall and asked him. “Oh Shining, thank goodness. Can you get these three ready for preschool?”

Shining gulped a bit at the sudden gesture, but still replied. “Uh...sure. I guess it won’t be too big a deal,” The toddlers squealed and tackled Shining as he took the toddlers and placed them onto his back as he grumbled. “How are you three this excited at six in the morning?”

Luna got up, fixing her mane and sighed. “Tell me about it, it’s like they all drank a gallon of coffee or something.”






Just then the sun finally rose into the sky and the light fell onto Prince Blueblood, who squeaked and tried to hide under the bed, but was pulled out by an aurora of magic as Twilight placed him onto the bed. “Hey there, cutie, sorry about that.”

Blueblood crossed his hooves in a pout with his diaper poofing between his legs as he grumbled. “Stop cawwing me cute. I not cute.”

Luna rolled her eyes. “Oh dear, well it looks like we have a stubborn little colt on our hooves today.” She teased

Blueblood growled. “I not a wittwe cowt! I a pwince, and ya need to tuwn me back into a adwt wight now!”

Luna only cooed. “Oh he’s just so cute when he’s grumpy.”

Blueblood stuck his tongue out at her as Twilight rolled her eyes. “Alright, that’s enough of that, Blueblood. Now, we're here to learn what in the hay happened to you last night.”

Blueblood whined. “I don’t know! Aww I wememba, was tat I went to see some cwazy bwack mawe with siwvew eyes and a wong fwowing sivew mane!”

Twilight nodded while taking notes, as Blueblood spoke and Luna asked questions. “So she turned you into a foal when exactly?”

Blueblood tapped a hoof to his chin. “Uh...wew...ya see, whiwe I was bein Tia, I saw hew...and uh I didn’ wecognize hew on ta wist. So uh, I went to see what she was doin hewe.”

Luna smirked as Twilight rolled her eyes and Blueblood pouted. “Hey, I tewin ta twuth!”

Twilight just jotted down a few notes and continued. “I’m just messing with you, Blueblood. Anyways, I can give what I learned to my brother, and he can have his guards look for a mare matching your description. Hopefully she hasn't left Canterlot.”

Luna nodded. “Good idea, I’ll give you a formal letter with my seal. That should make it official enough for those stuffy nobles.” Luna took out a scroll and a quill as she wrote down something.

Meanwhile, Blueblood whined and pouted. “So, ya gonna tuwn me back to nowmaw ow what? I gots a meeting to get to today.”

The adults all looked at each other with concern as Twilight sighed. “Uh, Blueblood,,, as of right now. ....I’m not sure how should I  put this but, um...”

Blueblood shouted. “Wha do ya mean?! Ya ta best pony with magic, awnet ya?! Ya gots to be abwe to change me back!”

Twilight blushed. “Well, the thing is, we found out that some of the foals turned into foals because of a wish from a genie. But for you...I don’t think that’s the case. And as of right now, we don’t know what spell was used to turned you into a foal.”

Blueblood groaned and dragged a hoof down his face as Luna continued. “As such. you’re currently a foal. So I’m afraid you can’t perform your royal duties. That is, unless you want everypony to laugh at you.”

Blueblood scoffed. “Sowie, Auntie Wuna, but I a pwince and stiww got my duties. I not gonna be tweated wike a foaw.”

Just then, Celestia came into the room, giggling as she replied. “Oh Blueblood, come now, you're a foal. I doubt you want to do your ‘duties’ in diapers.”

Blueblood kicked about and screamed in protest! “I dun wana weaw diapees! I can stiww use ta potty! I just… need a witte hewp doing so is aww.”

But Celestia lit up her horn and a pacifier with her cutie mark printed on the mouth guard appeared. She popped it into her regressed nephew’s mouth and as he suckled the object curiously, she cooed. “Now now, Blueblood, we’ll get you back to normal soon. For now though, I think you need to get some more sleep. Foals always get cranky if they don’t get enough sleep.”

Blueblood suckled his pascifer with a pout as he eyed Celestia, who lifted him into the air with her magic.

Twilight asked. “Who’s going to watch him though? I’ll be busy trying to figure out exactly what spell was used on Blueblood, and my friends are going to be going back to Ponyville. And you, Princess Luna, and Shining Armor all have your own little ones to care for.”





But Twilight then turned to see a unicorn mare bouncing into the room. She was a big, white coated mare with big blue eyes, and a swirling mass of pink for a mane and tail. She had a big pink diaper bag bursting with diapers and foal supplies, and she squealed. “Oh, is this the little prince I’ve heard so much about?!”

Twilight blinked in surprise. “Uh, Princess Celestia, who’s this?”

Celestia gave Twilight a loving smile as she explained. “This is Nanny Comfy Rump. She was Bucket Bridle’s first adoptive mom. She comes here a lot when I need a extra set of hooves to help with all the little ones.”

Blueblood cried in horror, terrified of the idea of having such a mare as his caretaker. “Nooo! She can’t be my nanny! Pwease, anypony but her!” He protested!

Celestia just cooed. “Sorry, Blueblood, she’s the only one available on such short notice. But I think she can teach you a thing or two on how to be a good foal. And maybe if you ask nicely, she’ll let you use a training potty.”

Comfy Rump scooped up the foal and asked the princess. “So, are you renovating his room to fit his new form?”

Celestia nodded. “Yes I am. Luckily, with some magic and some foal supplies I found from when he was a colt, I designed his room perfectly for an adorable little prince like him. Maybe this time, he’ll grow up right.”

Blueblood’s mouth dropped wide open, only imagining what Celestia had done to his pristine room in the palace.

Comfy Rump, meanwhile, was ecstatic, jumping up and down with joy. “Oh I can't wait to see it! Come on, Bluey, we’re going to have so much fun!” She bounced off as Blueblood kicked and whined. “I command ya to stop! Dun caw me Bwuey!” But his protests fell on deaf ears.
> Chapter 2: Royal Duties
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Blueblood was in shock while looking around his new room, it was now furnished with a fancy looking crib with a mobile of little suns and moons circling overhead. His walls were painted with cute smiling suns all over the walls, and the floor was padded with soft blue foam. A baby blue diaper changing table was set up near the back of the room, with a cute playpen in the center of the room filled with foam blocks and plushies. Comfy Rump looked around the place with astonishment. “Oh, just look at this nursery. Isn’t it just perfect?”

Blueblood blinked with his mouth dropped open in horror as he thought. “Perfect?! This is insane! How could Celestia do this to my room?!”

Comfy Rump then bounced over to the closet and giggled. “Oh, I wonder how your wardrobe looks,” The nanny opened it with a gasp as Blueblood groaned, seeing all his fancy tuxedos and suits now turned into suited onesies, and packages of diapers piled up near the back of the closet. Comfy Rump cooed. ”Oh look, Celesta stocked up just for you. I think all these diapers should last you for an entire month. Just look at all the styles.”

Blueblood saw they were stacked by type, with Celestia’s sun styled diapers, cute blue colored diapers, and the thick dark blue diapers with moons and stars printed on the fabric with Luna’s cutie mark on them. He whined. “Tis is a nightmawe, I gonna wake up and weawise this is aw some siwwy dweam.”

Comfy Rump giggled. “Oh really? Well if this is a nightmare, I’m sure you sweet dreams must be ten times more adorable than this.”

Blueblood pouted. “Ya tink tat I wike tis?”

Comfy Rump smirked. “Oh I bet you will.” She then took the foal down, setting him in the playpen, and Blueblood whined. “Come on! Not gonna pway with tese stupid toys, I wana go to my meeting!”

Comfy giggled again. “What, you think the nobles will listen to you like this?”

Blueblood stuck his tongue out. “Maybe not. Bu even in diapees, I stiiww need to do my wwoyaw duties.”

Comfy Rump smirked, just imaging the little Blueblood trying to discuss royal duties, and then cooed. “Okay, deary, let’s get you all ready for your big meeting.”

Blueblood eyed the mare and sighed, seeing the mare was going to dress him up, and groaned. “Otay, weww we can dwess me in somthin’ to covew my diapee, but noting too cute. Maybe just one of te suited onesies.”

Comfy Rump nodded, unable to contain her excitement as she clapped in joy and started going through them. “Okay, sweetie, let’s see what we’ve got. I’m sure there’s something that will fit you.”

Blueblood cringed, looking up at the onesies that were made for a colt with embarrassing slogans printed on them, and in pastel colors of baby blue, yellow, and some even pink!


Comfy Rump took out a little adorable blue colored suited onesie and cooed. “Oh, this is just perfect.” Blueblood rolled his eyes but nodded, seeing that it wasn’t as embarrassing as the other options in his transformed closet.

Soon, the well trained mare was taking the foal to the changing table and started to dress him. Blueblood cringed as the mare changed his diaper and cleaned him up (seeing as he’d unknowingly peed a little) his rump was powdered quite generously, making the little prince sneeze. Then he was placed into a fresh new diaper, thankfully one that was a simple blue in color. He smiled and thought. “At least this Nanny Comfy Rump is being considerate. This diaper isn’t as embarrassing as the one Celestia put on me.”

He was then taken from the changing table with magic and drifted down to the ground. He waddled around in his diaper, admiring how it wasn’t too thick but still felt comfortable. He beamed. “What a gweat diapee, defintewy designed fow woyawty.”

Comfy Rump nodded. “Good, now for the onesie,” She turned, took out the cute little blue tuxedo, and cooed, “Raise your little hoovsies!”

Blueblood rolled his eyes but still raised his hooves, as Comfy Rump started dressing him up, snapping the buttons on the bottom. Despite the fact that being dressed was degrading Blueblood blushed, feeling a little warm inside about being pampered like this.

When the nanny finished, Blueblood turned to a mirror and beamed a smile of pride at his apparel as Comfy Rump ruffled his mane. “There you go, all dressed up and ready for anything.”

Blueblood was quivering in excitement as he bounced around with glee. “I aww weady! Come on, gonna be wate! I can’t be wate!”

Comfy just smiled and followed the foalified prince down the hall. She was fully absorbed in seeing the little prince waddling around with pride despite his current state. As a result, she did not notice the guards and maids going about their duties, giggling at the little colt showing off his adorable suit. Despite the diaper being less obvious than his previous padding, it was still visible with its crinkles, and some of the padded material poking out from the leg holes.





Blueblood eventually came upon the meeting hall and Comfy Rump lifted him up as she turned to a maid. “Did you set up a high chair for the prince?”

The mare bowed. “Yes, Nanny Comfy Rump. I also have three bottles of formula ready, just in case.”

Blueblood groaned and rolled his eyes, even as he accepted the fact that he was probably unable to use a regular cup in his current state. He resigned to Comfy Rump lifting him onto her back again, and then she trotted into the room. The place was filled with nobles from Canterlot all dressed in suits, who were smirking at Blueblood as he was seated in his padded highchair.

One fancy noble got up and asked. “Is this really necessary? I thought Princess Celestia was supposed to hold this meeting due to…uh…Prince Blueblood’s unfortunate accident.”

Blueblood crossed his hooves and pouted. “Just becawse I a foaw, dun mean I can’t do my duties.”

The nobles just rolled their eyes and they all sat down and began discussing things about the finances of the Galloping Gala, seeing how much bits were made.

Blueblood’s foalish mind began to wander and looked around the place. He watched a fly buzzing around the indoor plants nearby, then he looked around and became fixated on Fancy Pants  playing with his monocle. Blueblood was so engrossed in his own little world, he barely noticed when Comfy Rump bent down and asked. “Hey, you paying attention?”

Blueblood blinked and shook his head. “Yeah, of cowse I am…” He then trailed off, seeing the bottles of formula and he took out his chubby hooves, trying to grab them instantly. Comfy Rump chuckled, took one of the bottles, and placed it in her mouth. Blueblood began suckling rather reluctantly, but the creamy formula tasted good, so he continued to suckle.

Blueblood mind drifted off, again not paying attention to the various stallions and mares talking. His eyes drooped as he felt the warm formula trickle down his throat, as his mind blacked out and he fell asleep.





Blueblood woke a few hours later, and as he was getting up Comfy Rump cooed. “Had a nice nap?”

Blueblood squeaked, getting up as all the nobles chuckled. He hadn’t meant to nod off for so long. The prince was squeaking as he felt a ping and realized he needed to pee, his now regressed bladders was going to burst pretty soon!

The nobles were chuckling as one replied. “Well, the meeting is about done. We just need you to sign the agreement for the next Grand Galloping Gala. Okay, little one?”

Blueblood nodded quickly, squirming. He did not want to pee in front of the nobles, so he took out a quill and tried to sign with his signature. But it turned into illegible scribbles, and he squeaked as he splattered ink all over the parchment!

The nobles laughed and clapped their hooves as Blueblood then finished his experience by peeing his diaper, and this made the nobles laugh even louder. The embarrassed prince kicked about and whined. ”Stop, it not funny!”

Fancy Pants got up with a smile, wiping a lone tear from his eye. “Come now, everypony. Despite him being a foal, Blueblood is still a prince and deserves our respect,” The nobles calmed down as Fancy Pants took out another parchment. “Here, Prince Blueblood. I made a copy of the original agreement, just in case something like this happened. Never hurts to have a back-up.”

Prince Blueblood sighed as he took out the quill and dipped it into the pot of ink as Comfy Rump held the scroll and helped him write his name.

Smiling, Fancy Pants took the scroll and patted the foal’s head. “I have to say, I don’t think you should be worrying about all these big pony things.” He suggested.

Blueblood scoffed. “So wha? I did well.”

Fancy Pants sighed. “Do you even know anything about what we discussed?”

Blueblood blinked and tapped a hoof to his face. “Uh…fowgots.” He said with a blush.

Fancy Pants chuckled. “Well, that’s alright. But next time, let Princess Celestia do these things, okay?”

Blueblood growled in frustration as he shouted. “Comfy Wump, pick me up by ta dipee!” Comfy Rump shrugged as she picked the foal up by the seam of his diaper, and he shouted. “I a pwince, and I stiww weawning to deaw with this stupid cuwse! But I stiww gonna do my woyaw duties!”

The nobles all were stunned at the little foal and backed up a little as Comfy Rump placed the foal onto her back, blushing. “Okay, I think it’s time for somepony’s nap.” The nobles couldn’t hold it, and they all just burst out laughing.

Blueblood screamed and kicked about, but Comfy Rump skipped off with a sheepish smile.





Blueblood fussed and kicked as he was carried to his nursery “I stiww a pwince! I stiww a pwince!” He pouted.

Comfy Rump plopped the little colt into the crib and put her hooves on her hips. “Hey, calm down, mister! You’re being very naughty. Amd if you don’t calm down, you won’t go the fancy party tonight. You’ll just stay here in your crib.”

Blueblood pouted and kicked his sheets in protest, but he knew that Comfy Rump wasn’t bluffing. So reluctantly, he just settled underneath his sheets. “Fine, I’ww take a wittwe nappy. But ya gotta stop tweatin me wike a foaw in fwont of othew ponies. Is embawwassing.”

Comfy Rump couldn’t help but giggle, before she kissed the little colt on his forehead and cooed. “Oh, but sweetie, you are a foal. I think you’re going to have to accept that one way or another.”

Prince Blueblood shook his head. “Nah uh, gonna do my woyaw duties. I gonna go to ta fancy pawty tonight whether ya wike it ow not.” He then took the covers and threw them over his head.

Comfy Rump shook her head, dimmed the lights and slowly closed the door to the nursery. “For a prince, his manners are quite appalling. Clearly, somepony will have to teach him how to behave.” She thought to herself.





Later that evening, Blueblood was in his cute little blue suited onesie, with his diaper poking through his leg holes. He was strolling up to a fancy little chateau, peering a little as he saw that Comfy Rump was in a fancy little maid’s dress and wearing her super pink and thick diaper bag. The bag bursting with adorable foal supplies. Blueblood blushed, not even wanting to know the kind of diapers she had inside. “Luckily I had a diaper change before this. Just gotta make sure I don’t go potty for the rest of the night.” He thought to himself. He’d have to set aside some time tomorrow to see if he couldn’t potty train himself, at least to the point where he wouldn’t need diapers all day.

Blueblood and Comfy Rump made their way inside. There, they found Fleur hosting the party, wearing a fancy, sparkling gold dress. She smiled at the two and greeted. “Hey there, Comfy Rump. It’s been a long time!”

The nanny squealed in delight! “Oh, Fleur, you look amazing! How’s your little cousin doing? I heard he just graduated from diapers.”

Fleur grinned. “You heard right, he’s an amazing little colt. I think after he’s potty trained, he’ll be Celestia’s next top student for sure.”

Comfy Rump cooed. “Oh, I bet his magic surges were quite powerful. He just loves diapers. Did I tell you about how he created a copy spell, and buried the two of us under a mountain of diapers?”

Other nobles nearby gasped in horror and disgust, as Fleur was laughing and clapping her hooves. “Oh, you have to tell me that story! I assume they were clean,” Blueblood rolled his eyes and grumbled, prompting Fleur to turn and take notice of him. ”Oh, and this must be the adorable little prince who was just regressed.”

Without warning, Blueblood felt his diaper be pulled back and checked by Fleur. This prompted him to squeak. “Hey! No random diapee checks!”

Fleur laughed. “Oh, sorry. I just got so used to doing that with my little cousin. I’ll have to introduce you to him one of these days. Now come on, Blueblood. I have a special guest for you.”

Blueblood eyed her as he was taken further inside the house. It looked like a standard dinner party with both noble mares and stallions standing around, drinking wine and talking, while a band played classical music.

He was taken to the dance floor, where the ponies circled around to the beat of classical ball dance music. And there, in the center of the room, was a little filly. She was a cute little pink coated unicorn filly, with bright blue eyes and a cute frilly yellow mane that poofed around her neck. She was wearing a poofy pink dress with a thick diaper with a heart printed on the back. She was talking to ponies, clearly enjoying herself.

A mare (who Blueblood assumed was the filly’s mother) seemed to be a strict looking gold coated unicorn mare, with a shimmering silver mane and stern purple eyes, with a glassy silvery dress that covered up her cutie mark from Blueblood’s point of view. She smiled, seeing Blueblood as she cooed. “Oh, this is the foal prince I’ve heard so much about.”

Fleur continued as she explained. “Yes he is. While we discuss supporting the school with more funds, let’s have Blueblood dance with your daughter.”

The mare nodded as she explained. “Of course, this is half the reason she came to this party.”

Blueblood got pouty and whined. “I didn’t come to dance with a toddwer.”

Comfy Rump put the colt down as the filly came up. “Hey, just cause I stiww in diapees doesn’t me I not a big mawe wike my mommy.”

The mare smirked, patting her daughter’s head. “That’s right, Flower Petal, such a good little filly.” She then walked off, talking to Fleur as Blueblood rolled his eyes. “Fleur did this on purpose. But Celestia did want us to get some more funds for the school. I just have to play along this one time.” He thought.

Blushing, Blueblood looked at the filly and asked her. “Uh, so ya name is Fwowew Petaw?”

The filly nodded, crossing her hooves. “Yeah, name’s Fowew Petaw, and I thwee yeaws owd. I onwy weawin a diapee because thewe’s no twainin potty awound hewe. And Mommy says I not owd enough to use ta big potty yet.”

Blueblood sighed, that comment just made him all the more embarrassed about being in diapers. “So, ya aweady in poptty twainin?” He asked.

Flower Petal nodded again. “Yep, gots wots of sunshine stickews this week. And Daddy says, if I go aww week without wetting my puww-ups, I gonna onwy have to weaw diapees at night.”

Blueblood rolled his eyes. “Huwway fow ya, congwats.” He sarcastically remarked.

Flower Petal blushed. “So, ya a weaw pwince in shiny awmow wike in ta faiwy tawes?”

Blueblood nodded. “I am, even if I have to weaw diapees.”

Flower Petal went around the little prince and patted the diaper, inspecting it. “Hey, ya diapee is supew thick!” She remarked. “Bet ya is a heavy wettew.”

Blueblood eeped as he bounced back. “Hey, dun touch ta diapee! Tat wude! I dun pee-pee mysewf tat much!” He lied.

Flower Petal just giggled. “Ya funny, pwince. Can we dance?”

Blueblood smirked, dancing was something he still knew how to do. “Otay, but is hawd with tese diapees.” He complained.

Flower simply giggled. “Oh tats awight, come on. I been wanting to dance with a pwince aw my wife!”

Blueblood eyed her and asked. “Aw ya wife? Ya wike thwee!”

Flower Petal shrieked. “So wha?! Tats aw my wife! Now wets dance!” She took Blueblood by the hooves and Blueblood sighed as they waddled around the dance floor, their diapers crinkling and squeaking.

Poor Blueblood was thrown around like a rag doll, his little chubby back legs trying to follow along with the beat. Blueblood fussed as he whined. “Stop it, ya doin it aw wong! ”

The prince stopped the dance and Flower Petal whimpered as she teared up. Blueblood felt the tiniest pang of regret, and reluctantly replied. “Hey, is otay. I show ya how to dance,” He put a hoof on her shoulder and hip as they started to waddle around the room to the beat as Blueblood babbled. “See, tis is how ya dance.”

Flower Petal giggled as she followed along with Blueblood, their diapers crinkling around the room. Adults soon started taking notice, awwing at the adorable little scene.

Soon, Flower Petal’s mother returned with a smile. “Oh, just look at them. Thank you so much, Fleur. I promise we will fund the Canterlot schools to help give them a new swing set, and set up a field trip to Manehatten.”

Fleur smiled back. “Thank you so much. I’ll be sure to inform Princess Celestia of the wonderful news.”

They all turned and watched the cute dance unfolding on the floor, before Fleur noticed reporters in the crowd giggling and writing things down as some took pictures and gasped. She turned to Comfy Rump. “Hey, uh…I don’t want to break up the cute dance. But you should get the prince out of here before his padded rump is on the front page tomorrow.”

Comfy Rump ( having also noticed the reporters) nodded as she quickly came over and in less then a second, Blueblood squeaked as his diaper was pulled up, and he was plopped back onto Comfy Rump’s back. “Sorry, sweetheart, you’re up way past your bedtime.”

All the nobles around burst into laughter and Blueblood was going to shout something at Comfy Rump, but turned to the reports giggling as  they wrote stuff down and took pictures. His face went blank with horror. He snuggled into Comfy Rumps’ mane as she quickly left the chateau, thinking to himself. “Maybe…maybe Comfy Rump is right. What if I’m too young now to do my royal duties?”
> Chapter 3: the most adorable foal?
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Blueblood slept soundly the next day after his “royal duties,” and Celestia peeked into the nursery seeing how he looked so peaceful, sleeping with his pacifier bobbing up and down. The princess chuckled and turned to see Comfy Rump lining out many onesies and foal clothes debating on what to dress Blueblood in. Celestia came up and tapped the nanny on the shoulder. “Hey, how is our newest foal doing?” She asked.

Comfy Rump turned towards the princess and smiled. “Oh, he’s doing great. Our little prince here tried to do some of his royal duties yesterday. But I don’t think it turned out so well.”

Celestia looked down and smiled at the sleeping prince. “I know. I read the Royal Canterlot Post, which also described his adorable little dance with Flower Petal.” She took out the newspaper and plopped it in front of Comfy Rump who sighed. She saw the front page with the headline. “The Foal Prince Finds Love?”

Comfy Rump turned to the little colt and sighed. “He’s not going to like this when he finds out.”

Celestia just giggled and waved a hoof. “Oh, don’t worry about it, he did this to himself. We need to talk to him though, because while Fancy Pants gave the meeting a solid foundation, Blueblood can’t be doing these kinds of things anymore.”

Comfy Rump nodded. “I completely agree on that. He didn’t do too much damage, did he?”

Celestia shook her head as she explained. “Nothing I couldn’t fix.”

Blueblood woke up shortly afterward. He kicked about in his squishy padding and whimpered. “Uh...can some pony change me?” He blushed, seeing his padding was soaked, the stars and moons that served as wetness indicators glowed brightly.

Comfy Rump smirked as she lifted the prince. “Right away, sweetheart.” She carried him over to the changing table and gently cleaned the colt up and powdered him, then she strapped the horse into a new diaper.

Blueblood rubbed his eyes and turned to see Celestia smirking at him. He whined. “So, can ya turwn me back to a stawwion yet, Auntie? Pwease?”

Celestia shook her head. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, not so long as I can’t determine what spell was used to regress you. But I

say that you made the front page.”

Blueblood gulped and gasped upon seeing the newspaper. He couldn’t read anymore but the picture of him dancing with Flower Petal was clearly shown, and he whined. “My wife is wuined!”

Celestia cooed. “Not exactly, Blueblood. In fact, many ponies found it to be really adorable from what Luna told me. But I think you should stop trying to do your royal duties. You’re not old enough for them.”

Blueblood pouted and crossed his forehooves. “So what do I do aww day? I not going to daycawe and stuff.”

Rarity then popped into the room and squeaked upon seeing Princess Celestia. “Sorry, princess, I just came to get little Bluey for his photo shoot.”

Blueblood turned and whined. “Photoshoot? Wha ya talkin’ about?!”

Celestia turned and explained (while trying not to smirk). “Well since you don’t want to be treated like a foal, and you clearly can’t do your normal duties you’ll be advertising for Rarity’s new line of foal fashion. That way you can still be helpful even in your regressed state.”

Blueblood shook his head and backed up, horrified at the very idea of being a foal model. “Nah uh, no way! I, not weawing dwessies!”

Rarity, undeterred, came over and looked the little prince over, poking his tummy. Blueblood blushed, seeing how pudgy he was, and Rarity cooed. “He’s a little thin but other than that he’s perfect.”

Blueblood whined again. “Isn’t Hoity ya modew tough?”

Rarity scooped him up and explained. “Oh, he’s a great model. But it can never hurt to have a prince advertise your foal clothes, just think of the publicity. But first, let’s get you a good breakfast and fatten you up some. I didn’t make any clothes for such a skinny foal.”

Comfy Rump followed behind with a diaper bag. “I think we need to introduce our little foal to breastmilk. He needs his nutrition.”





Blueblood was now sitting in a high chair with Hoity Toity, both had cute blue bibs and had eaten some soft oatmeal with it clearly staining their napkins.

Blueblood was actually okay with the foal food. Sure, it was just mush, but it still tasted okay. At least he wasn’t eaten everyday carnival fare. But then he gulped as he stared down a foal bottle of creamy, frothy milk. Shaking his head, the prince protested. “Nah uh, not gonna dwink it.”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, Bluey. Hoity drinks it all the time, and look how healthy he is.”

Sure enough, Hoity had a bottle and was suckling it as he popped out from his mouth. “Yeah, Mommy’s milk is ta best! I dun get why ya dun twy it?”

Blueblood only shook his head. “Ya kidding me?! It’s bweastmiwk! Tats so gwoss! Can’t I just dwink fowmuwa?”

But Rarity held the bottle with her magic as she scoffed. “My milk is not disgusting, Blueblood. I specifically only eat the best quality of foods, so this breastmilk is top tier. Now drink up sweetie!” She then popped the bottle into Blueblood’s mouth. He squirmed a little at first, but when he suckled it, his mind was washed with euphoria as he settled down and began suckling naturally. Rarity cooed. “See, darling. It’s good, right?”

Blueblood still pouted, but in the back of his mind, he knew this was without a doubt one of the best things he’d had since turning into a foal. He continued to suckle, draining the bottle. Once done, Rarity popped it out and asked. “How was it, darling?”

Blueblood blushed. “Uh, it was otay.”

Hoity Toity patted his tummy. “It was gweat, Mommy! Wike aways, ya miwk is ta best!”

Rarity patted Hoity Toity and cooed. “Oh, thank you so much. So what do you think, is it the best milk you ever had?”

Hoity laughed. “Weww... uh... it always tastes gweat! So yeah!”

Blueblood rolled his eyes. “Tis is so stupid.” He grumbled.

Rarity smirked as she burped Hoity, and turned to Blueblood. “Oh, and you didn’t drink your entire bottle. Well, not to worry. I know what you need,” Blueblood squealed as he was picked up and burped as well! He spat up a little, but Rarity cleaned it up with a single stroke of a rag. “Oh my, just look at you, all gassy.”

Blueblood just scoffed, ashamed of his unprincely conduct. “Whateva wets just go. I wana be hewe anymowe.”

Rarity took the foals into her magic. “Alright, but first, you two need baths.” She carried the two colts up the stairs as Blueblood groaned yet again.

“Can I use ta potty?” Blueblood asked Rarity, as they neared the bathroom.

Rarity shook her head. “Absolutely not, darling. I don’t want another foal getting flushed and ending up in the sewers.”

“Besides, diapees awe so much coower!” Hoity boasted. “Tey the best pawt of being a foal!”





The foals were soon placed in a bathtub filled to the brim with pink suds. Hoity was having a ton of fun, splashing around with a plastic boat and making sounds as Rarity was cleaned him.

Comfy Rump was scrubbing the pouty Blueblood down with soap. But Blueblood just growled. ”I can cwean mysewf.”

Comfy smirked as she cleaned the ears. “I doubt it. Now that you’re cleane, why don’t you play a little with Hoity?”

Blueblood rolled his eyes and waded through the soapy water. “Hey, Hoity, ya got some toys I can pway with ow somthin’?”

Hoity Toity pulled out a rubber duck. “Wha about tis?”

Blueblood reluctantly took the rubber duck and squeaked it as he asked. ”How do you have fun wike tis?”

Hoity rolls his eyes. “Just use ya imagination,” Then he held up his boat and proclaimed. “My boat is going thwough ta stowms of ta dawk ocean to dewivew new diapees.”

Blueblood blinked and shrugged. “Uh…guess ta duckie gonna twy to sink ta ship.”

Hoity giggled as he tried to steer the ship away from the duck and babbled. “Watch out, the big mean duckie gonna sink us!”

Blueblood sighed as he had the duck chase the boat around the sudsy water. Rarity and Comfy Rump were both watching with smiles on their faces at the foals playing. Blueblood finally got his duck to pounce on the ship, and make it submerge deep into the water and he shouted. ”Thewe, done! Ya ship sinks!”

Hoity whined. “Nah uh, ya cheated! Ta duckie has to stay in ta watew!”

Blueblood splashed Hoity in the face and spat. “Ya just a poopy head, I win!”

Hoity pouted and sprayed pink foam back at Blueblood, and they both started to spray each other back and forth. Rarity quickly intervened, however. She picked the two up in her magic and scolded. “Alright, that’s quite enough from the both of you. Bath time is over.” She then drifted two fluffy pink towels over, and wrapped them up and dried them very well.

Blueblood wined and kicked about the whole time, but Rarity booped him on the nose. “Now now, don’t get all fussy on me, or I’ll make you model the most frilly dress I can find.” She then went through a diaper bag and carefully sprinkled foal powder on both foals’ rumps and nether regions, then drifted two thick diapers and taped up the colts snuggly.

Blueblood looked down to see his new diaper now had Rarity's cutie mark of three diamonds printed on the seat, with purple leak guards.

Hoity got up with a proud look on his face and waddled about, showing off his new diaper. “See, Bwuebutt, these diapees awe top of ta wine. Tey can hold ya pee pee aw day without yellowing ow sagging.”

Blueblood eyed his diaper and poked it with curiosity as he babbled. “No way, tas not twue. Even ta best of diapees can’t howd ya pee aww day.”

Hoity smirked. “Is twue, I tested em mysewf! Not even a poopie can make ‘em sag!”

Rarity ruffled her son’s mane. “Alright, Hoity, let’s not get into personal details. Now come on, we need to get going, or we’re going to be late.” She then proceeded to take both foals and started dressing them up in a cute blue onesie as she combed their manes and brushed their tails. The mare then settled the colts in a two-seated stroller as she set off, humming as she pushed them down the road.





They came upon the studio where Photo Finish was ordering about some stallions who were fixing up a fake nursery, filled with adorable props for the foals to pose with. The mare gasped, “Oh, Rarity, are theze ta modlez?!”

Rarity nodded firmly. “Yep, and they’re ready for their little fashion show. Now, what should we do first?”

Photo Finish came over and picked up Hoity, who blushed as Photo Finish smirked. “Well, I think we zhould ztart with the onsiez, and then move onto more adorable outfitz,” She started dressing him up in a cute dark blue onesie with a big silvery moon on the front. “There, Princess Luna wanted to have zome foal clothez designed in her image, and I think this workz.”

Hoity nodded as he got up and bounced up and down. “Yep, it supew comfy.”

Blueblood gulped as he was picked up next and dressed in a cute yellow onesie with a big sun on the front. He was then sat down next to Hoity as Photo Finish stepped back and threw a hoof into the air. “Now ztart you two, just act cute!”

Hoity (who had done these dozens of times already) took an Ursa Minor plushie and hugged it as he stares at the camera, and Photo Finish took photos.

Blueblood on the other hoof, found himself getting a little jealous that Hoity was getting all the attention. So he got up and started bouncing a ball up and down as Photo giggled, and the cameras turned towards Blueblood.

Hoity, seeing Blueblood now acting cute, got jealous in his own right. He got up and started to build blocks while standing on his back legs, showing off the entirety of the onesie.

Photo held up a hoof. “Enough! Now onto the next zet of attire!”

Rarity came over and quickly took the onesies off, then dressed Blueblood in a cute, zipped up yellow nightie with little suns printed all over it. While the dark blue nightie was dressed over Hoity Toity and had silver moons printed all over it.

They were then placed into the crib as Rarity stepped back and Photo Finish shouted. “And now, action!”

Hoity got up, holding the bars of the crib and bouncing up and down while gurgling and drooling, giving a smirk towards Blueblood.

The prince rolled his eyes as he got up, took a teddy bear and hugged it, making the big ponies daww as the cameras turned back over to him.

Hoity growled and decided to do some summersaults as Photo Finish threw up a hoof. “My goodnez! If thiz getz any more adorable, I will die of a heart attack! Now, we have one more zet  of outfits to model.”

The two colts were drifted in Rarity’s magic, as they were placed into new, gold-suited onesies made of soft fabric, with little button crotches around the diapers. The two were then put into a small plastic tea party set, complete with seats.

As they sipped sippy cups of lukewarm tea, more pictures were taken, and Blueblood scrunched the front of his diaper, hearing a loud hiss as he flooded his padding. Photo Finish took full advantage, smirking as she took few excellent photos of the embarrassed prince (though she avoided any close-up shots of his diaper).

Blueblood then saw the look of the ponies glancing at him. They didn't see him as a prince or even as an adult, to them he was just a cute foal. He blinked as he came to the realization. “If i’m so angry about being a foal, why did I agree to wear all those

embarrassing clothes, and why am I liking the attention?

But his train of thought was broken as Rarity took off the suit, cooing. “You two did such a good job, thank you so much! Now come on, we should be enjoying the splendors of Canterlot! You deserve it.”

Hoity bounced up and down in nothing but his diaper as Blueblood squealed, looking down. Gasping upon noticing that his diaper didn't feel wet. He poked into the fabric, blinking with astonishment as he felt nothing.

Hoity giggled. “Told ya! Wawity’s diapees awe ta best!”

The fashion ponies, including Photo Finish, took some more photos as she exclaimed. ”Rarity, thoze diaperz are amazing! One of these days, you muzt explain how ya make such adorable but functional garmentz!”

Rarity picked her foals up and began to buckle them into the two seated stroller. She then cooed. “Oh, of course, Photo Finish, I will. But first, I’m going to take care of the foals.”

Photo nodded. “Of courze, take your time. I think we now have two contenderz for ze cutest foal of the year! If you could pleaze have them sign up for the competition, zat would be excellent.”

Rarity laughed. “Oh, that’s a wonderful idea! I’m sure Hoity and Blueblood will love to compete in that,” She then finished buckling the two in and had pacifiers place in their mouths with two frilly purple bonnets on their heads. She then cooed. “Well, I better head off! There are so many things I want to do with Hoity before I have to go back to Ponyville.”

She then bounced off as Blueblood settled down snuggling into Hoity, who smirked, “I gonna be ta cutest foal of ta yeaw.”

Blueblood eyed the colt. “Oh yeah? Ya, watch! Even if I stayin wike this, I gonna be cutew ten ya!”
> Chapter 4: Bluey's day out
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rarity was walking down the road, humming as she was pushing the foals, with both Blueblood and Hoity Toity in their cute little purple frilly bonnets, looking around the city with the sun streaming down. They were engrossed in the world around them.

Blueblood was groaning as noble ponies constantly came by to say hi to him and tell him how cute he looks. Blueblood rolled his eyes and endured the cheek pinches, pats on the diaper, boops on the nose, and the worst of all the random diaper checks.

Hoity enjoyed it though, giving each pony that came by a cute giggle, or blowing raspberries at them and receiving dawws.

What made Blueblood even more angry was the fact that Rarity talked over them like they weren’t even there. She would explain how she planned to put the two into the most adorable foal completion. Or whenever Blueblood in his pouty state, Rarity just explained to ponies that he was grouchy because it was his nap time. Which made him shout. “No, is becawse I a pwince and ya aw tweatin’ me wike a baby!”

The nobles always laughed, and one mare even scoffed. “What horrible manners. He needs a timeout, pronto.”

Rarity tried not to smirk. Truth be told, she wanted nothing more than to dress the prince up all nice and pretty and show him off to all of Equestria. But she had more important things to worry about, so she simply replied. “Maybe if he keeps this up…but he’s still getting used to his new state. I’m sure he’ll learn soon enough.”

Blueblood rolled his eyes and fell back into his seat as Hoity giggled. “Ya silly, Bwuey. Dun ya want to be cutew ten me?”

Blueblood whined. ”Wight now, I just want to be tweated with wespect wike ta pwince I am.”

Hoity poked Blueblood’s thick diaper. “Kind of hawd to take ya sewiouswy whiwe ya weawin diapees.”

Blueblood replied. “Yeah, I need to pwove to Auntie Tia I a big colt, and can go potty by mysew.”

Hoity nodded. “Right. But if ya go potty on ta fwoow tats gonna be quite ta mess. And ya might have to weaw even thickew diapees.”

Blueblood blushed, horrified at the idea of having an accident on the floor and the resulting punishment. “Bu this diapee is thick enough! Is aweady hawd to waddwe awound in.” He complained.

Hoity nodded. “Yeah, wew ten maybe ya show take it swow and ask Wawity if she can take ya to ta potty. I sure she’ww say yes, she wets me use a twaining potty.”

Blueblood shook his head. “Nuh uh, not gonna do tat. I not using some stupid twaining potty.”

Hoity shrugged. “Otay, tat ya choice. Dun ting Rarity will wet ya use the big potty though.”

The foals then gasped upon coming to a strange building. It had a sign hanging overhead with baby blue painted font on the front that read. “Royal Foals Emporium.”

Rarity cooed. “We’re here, this is the best foal shop in all of Canterlot! Strangely enough, it only opened a few years ago.”

They went through the front door, and inside was what could be best described as a foalish paradise. The place was covered in a blue, soft padded floor, parents were with their foals, running about. Half of the store consisted of foal supplies from diapers all the way up to training potties, and the other half involved toys of all kinds.

Blueblood rubbed his eyes in disbelief, while Hoity bounced up and down in excitement. “Wow. tis pwace is amazing!”

Rarity nodded as she patted his head. ”That’s right, it really is a foal’s dream come true. Now, Princess Celestia has stocked up with all kinds of foal supplies for our little prince. But I think we should get some more toys,” She led them to the toy section with both colts bouncing in the stroller, filled with excitement at the vast amount of toys in front of them. Rarity cooed. “Now, I’ll buy one toy for each of you. So choose carefully, okay darlings?”

They both nodded as they were placed down on the padded blue floor, and went down the rows of toys. Blueblood grabbed a foam sword and swung it at Hoity, who scoffed back at the attack. “Ya so siwwy.”

Then, Blueblood gasped upon seeing Flower Petal. She was in a pink frilly dress, and a cute pink pull-up. The filly was busy going through a row of dolls, carefully debating which one she should get. Stricken with nervousness, Blueblood ran behind a shelf filled with rattles and toys for newborns.

Hoity noticed and giggled as he casually came over to Flower Petal. “Hey, ya name Fwowew Petaw, wight?”

Flower Petal nodded as she turned. “Hey, ya Hoity Toity, wight? The one ta got tuwned into a foaw?”

Hoity nodded. “Yep, tats wight. I heawd ya danced with Bwuey yestawday.”

Flower blushed, but nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, I was on ta newspapew but…” She pouted and sat down. “His nanny took him and just weft me fow no weason. He’s a poopy head.”

Hoity giggled. “Wew, it was powbaby his bedtime. He can get cwanky when he’s tiwed.”

Blueblood’s face grew bright red as he angrily stomped over. “Hey, I not cwanky! I am a pwince who can do whateva I want!” He protested.

Flower Petal squealed and threw her hooves around him. “My pwince in shiny awmow has wetuwned!”

Blueblood squeaked as he was spun around the room, and she kissed him on the cheek. He squealed, rubbing the spot where she’d kissed him. “Nah, stop tat!”

Flower smirked, turning to Hoity. “Ya wight, he is cranky. I dun get whyy he dub take a nap?”

Hoity giggled. “Yeah, Bwuey, I tink ya need a nappy. Ya so cwanky.”

Blueblood pouted and crossed his forelegs. “Dun need a nap. What I need is fow ya two ta stop being poppy heads.”

Flower Petal rolled her eyes and remarked. “He isn't weawwy actin wike a pwince. Taught a pwince would have mannews and dance and fight dwagons. Aw ya dun so far is whine about everything.”

Honey burst out laughing as Blueblood waddled up to the filly. “I am a pwince, and I can pwoce it.”

Flower Petal cooed. “Otay ten. If ya a pwince then ya needs to uh...fight a dwagon.”

Hoity laughed. “Thewe’s no dwagon here.” But then they turned to see Spike gurgling, looking through the toddler section of the store, and picking out things for Bright Wing. “Ugh, why couldn't Shining get one of his guards to do this instead of me?”

Blueblood got up, sensing a chance for mischief (and a chance to prove himself). “Watch and leawn!” He boasted, as he waddled down the row of toys, charging Spike with his foam sword and poking at the purple dragon's behind.

Spike blinked in surprise and turned to see Blueblood. “Hey Bluey,” He greeted the prince by his regressed name. “What’s up?”

Blueblood whined and declared. “I swayin ya, eviw dwagon! Faww ovew!” He then pounced onto Spike and they both tumbled to the padded floor.

Flower Petal giggled, coming over as she commented. “Hey, Bwuebwood, tat doesn’t count. Spike is a baby dwagon.”

Blueblood pouted. “So wha, he stiww a dwagon and I swayed him. Tat pwoves I a big colt.”

Spike was just confused, he rubbed his face with a claw. “I don’t get what’s going on here.”

Hoity blushed as he helped Spike to his feet and babbled, “Bwuey is twying to pwove he a big colt and a pwince. I dun think is wowking out.”

Spike shrugged as Rarity ran over with worry on her face. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Spikey-Wikey, are you okay?”

Spike nodded as he sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine, just trying to finish shopping for the toddlers. Shining was busy today and Bright Wing needs arts and crafts supplies for his class.”

Blueblood scoffed. “How can ya wike making a mess with hoof painting?”

Rarity eyed blueblood “I think it’s quite good for foals to express themselves, it’s certainly better than coloring on the walls.” She then bagged a couple jars of hoof paint and Blueblood whined. “Hey,I not gonna pway with hoof paint!”

Rarity cooed. “Too bad, sweetie, you’re going to make a cute picture whether you like it or not. And if you don’t behave, I won’t put it up on the fridge for everyone to see.”

Blueblood whined. “I stiw want my own toy to pway with.”

Rarity cooed. “Wellm just pick one out, sweetie. But be quick about it, we’re going to be leaving soon.”

The prince scoffed and waddled back through the toys, Hoity did as well. Hoity soon gasped, taking out a foal’s kit full of clothes for dolls and plushies, and he babbled. “I want tis! Want to design cwothes fow my pwushies!”

Blueblood eyed him and then looked around the isles. He took out a cute alicorn costume with foam wings and a cute fake horn made. But Blueblood smirked. “I think I wan to have tis.” He held it up and Rarity giggled. “Alright, sweetheart, if you’re sure that’s what you want.” She took the foals up with her magic and placed them back in the stroller as she purchased the toys.

Hoity took the opportunity to ask Blueblood. “So wha, ya think ya gonna be fwiends with Flower Petal?”

Blueblood scoffed. “Ya kiddin me? She so obnoxious and annoying. I dun want hew to be my fwiend.”

Hoity laughed and went on teasing Blueblood. “Oh ya so siwwy. She supew nice and wuvs ya. I bet ya two gonna get mawwied.”

Blueblood scoffed. ”Ya wight. What, we get mawweid in owa diapees and shawe a cwib and aww?

Hoity burst into laughter, kicking his little legs at the mental image. “I mean, when ya gwow up again. Though it’d be funny to see ya get mawwied as a foaw.”

Blueblood grumbled. “Whateva, not gonna stay wike this fow wong. I gonna find tat wewd mawe who did this to me, and make hew change me back. And if she says no, I’ww just sit on hew with my diapeed butt untiw she changes hew mind.”

Rarity heard none of this, she just pushed the two out the doors and back out into the streets of Canterlot.





Rarity was now pushing the foals through a foal themed art museum, filled with cute pictures of animals and colorful pictures, all with sections where foals could play and make their own art. Blueblood only eyed a canvas splattered in all kinds of color, as Rarity put the two foals down near the hoof painting section and instructed. “Go on, darlings. Make some art for me!”

Hoity waddled over and started to smear paint over the canvas, making hoof prints ont the white canvas.

Blueblood at first didn’t want to hoof paint at all, but gradually he grew bored and gave into his foalish instincits (thought not all the way). He slowly and reluctantly dipped a hoof into blue paint and tried to carefully make the sky. It looked fine until he tried making clouds with white paint,  groaning upon seeing how clumsy his hooves were now. As a result, the blue and white just mixed together in swirls. Blueblood grumbled and started to smash his hooves into the canvas, growling in frustration. Why couldn’t he just make something decent?

Hoity held up his new masterpiece (while covered in paint) and babbled. “Wook, Mama, I made ya with ya pwetty buttefwy wings.” It was a cute picture of a white blob for Rarity,with a blob of varying color for her wings.

Rarity chuckled. “Oh that’s so pretty. Thank you, Hoity.” She picked her son up and nuzzled him with her nose.

Meanwhile, Blueblood looked down at his picture seeing that it had turned itself into a blob of various colors mixed together, looking more like a rainbow explosion.

Rarity peered down and cooed. “Oh Bluey, your picture looks good too.”

But Blueblood shook his head. “Nuh-uh, is tewwibw! I just wanted to twy making Tia waisin ta sun!”

“How about you let me help, darling?” Rarity suggested, Blueblood blushed as Rarity placed his hooves into the paints, helping him and Hoity make a new painting involving a blue field with white clouds splotched all over the place. They then painted a sun over the sky with orange and yellow. Then a white, splotchy Celestia appeared, with her wings being a bit more formed this time around.

Blueblood eyed the picture as Hoity clapped his hooves. ”We did it, Wawity! Ca we put it up in the museum?”

Rarity nodded as she cooed. “Oh yes, of course we can. It’ll make a lovely addition to the masterpieces on display here. Come on,” She then carefully lifted the canvas to a blank area in the museum. Blueblood blushed hearing the dawws of ponies as they started taking pictures of the newest foalish art. Rarity hugged the colts. ”See, Bluey, being foal can be lots of fun. Now, after we clean you two up, we’re going to Donut Joe's.”

Hoity clapped his hooves in joy. “Yay! I wuv Donut Joe's! I used to go theew aww ta time!”





Rarity was humming a tune to herself, as she pushed Blueblood and Hoity Toity through the streets of Canterlot once again. The foals were tuckered out from the toy store and the art museum suckling their pacifiers as the rocking of the stroller lured them into a deep sleep. Rarity just smirked as she patted them on the head. “Good little foals. I’m glad you’re not being a hoofful,” She then set the stroller aside and put a foal blanket over the foals, while she gave their diapers a quick pat, noticing both colts had wet them, but not very much The mare sighed, sitting down on a bench as she gave an exasperated sigh. “My goodness, being a mother is harder than I thought.”

The fashionista then turned to see Fleur coming up, who asked. “So, Mama Rarity, how’s it going? I understand you have a new little one you’re taking care of?”

Rarity nodded, and groaned in exhaustion. “It’s only noon and I want to take a nap too.” She nodded to her colts as Fleur peeked over. “Oh, just look at them. It’s hard to imagine they were once full grown stallions.”

Rarity nodded as she continued, “they are just adorable and I’m happy to say hoity has fully accepted the fact he’s a foal. He’s such a creative little colt. Blueblood on the other hoof is quite the troublemaker and is really stubborn.”

Fleur giggled. “My my, two colts. Good luck. I had enough trouble just dealing with one.”

Rarity nodded. “Tell me about it, I can still remember all the headaches from raising Hoity Toity at my boutique,” Then she changed the subject. “I have a question, Fleur. Did you notice a strange, black coated mare at the Grand Galloping Gala the other night?”

Fleur sighed. “I already told some royal guard no. The thing is, from their description, I’ve never seen such a mare in Canterlot. Trust me, Fancy Pants and I know almost every pony in Canterlot, so we’d remember meeting such a pony.”

Rarity tapped a hoof to her chin as she pondered. “Do you think she’ll come back to get Blueblood? Is he still in danger? He could end up regressed even further.”

Fleur shrugged her shoulders. “I have no idea, but I doubt she’ll try something in broad daylight. And during the night, it’s my understanding that Blueblood is sleeping inside the palace. He’s perfectly safe.” She couldn’t help but give the prince a few pats on his padding, noticing he was just a tiny bit wet. But she couldn’t be sure if he’d just wet it, so she said nothing.

Rarity nodded as she got up. “You’re right, there’s no need to worry.” Rarity pushed the stroller through the streets as Fleur walked beside her and asked, “So what’s next on your tour of Canterlot?”

Rarity laughed. “Well, when these two wake up, we will go to Donut Joe’s. Then I’ll take them back to the palace for the evening. Comfy Rump takes care of Blueblood at night.”

Fleur nodded. “Good idea, that way Blueblood will always have somepony watching him in case that mare comes back. So I guess, for now, we’re just going to walk around?”

Rarity nodded, but her blush became harder as they came upon a fancy looking building with a sigh overhead with a goose in a bonnet printed on it alongside the words: “Mother Goose’s Roost.”

Fleur burst into laughter. “Aww, you picking up a maternity dress, Rarity? It’s okay, I won’t judge. You can make anything look good.”

Rarity lightly scoffed at Fleur. “Of course not, I need…other things.” She then strode inside as Fleur stepped back, noticing that Rarity wanted privacy for what she was going to buy.





Inside the building, the fashionista blushing seeing a host of mothers going through the maternity dresses. Some were just pregnant, and others were chatting excitedly about having their first foal with them.

Rarity brushed by them as mares turned and dawwed. Then Rarity gasped upon seeing Cadence going through a book that was titled How to Survive Your Toddler. She squeaked, putting the book aside. “Oh... hey, Rarity! I was… uh...”

Rarity blushed, coming up to the princess as she asked. “Cadence, why were…you…uh…”

Cadence blushed. “O-oh, I was just reading something, you know…I watch little Bright Wing and he is a good foal. But he can get rambunctious at times. So I just thought I’d do some light reading. Just a little bit rusty on my foalsitting skills is all.”

Rarity nodded as she went over to the milk pumping machines and Cadence blushed hard. “Oh you…uh…”

Rarity squeaked, but confirmed. “Yes, my... hormones have been causing me to lactate lately and I forgot to bring my special machine from Ponyville.”

Cadence came over, picked out a simple pump and replied to Rarity. “This will do, it’s cheap and good, trust me. Let’s just say that sometimes, a foalsitter has to do things she wasn’t expecting to do to ensure the foal is properly cared for.”

Rarity took it and smiled. “Thanks, darling, you’re a lifesaver!” She quickly ran off to pay for her new device. “At least nopony in this store will judge me for needing this.” She thought to herself.





Blueblood woke up an hour later to find a familiar foal bottle filled with a familiar tasting milk. He sighed, noticing that Hoity was awake as well, suckling his bottle with a big smile printed on his face. Blueblood took his bottle out and babbled. “I don’t get it, Hoity. Why do ya wike being a foaw? Dun ya want to be a big pony again and do big pony tings?”

Hoity shook his head. “Not weawwy. I didn’ have a gweat foaw hood befowe and now tat I got a second chance and Wawity wants to be my mommy, I want to gwow up again and weawn mowe about design.”

Blueblood rolled his eyes. “Ya cwazy! As a adwt ya can do whateva ya want, and ya dun even need diapees.”

Hoity eyed the prince. “Yeah, tats twue. But ya awso need wove, and I didn’ have tat befowe I weggessed..”

Blueblood sighed, thinking back to how his mom and dad never really talked to him or seemed to care about anything he did. He could even remember them insisting that he give up on foalish things like pacifiers and bottles, and requiring him to sit on his toddler potty for hours on end even when he didn’t have to go. He hadn’t thought much of it before now, but it sure felt like they hadn’t loved him. “So this is wike a second chance? To find wuv?” He asked Hoity.

Hoity nodded. “Yeah, kind of. Besides when have ya as a adwt had tis much fun?”

Blueblood blushed. “Okay, guess ya wight, being a foaw’s not aww bad…” Then he blurted out in protest. “But I dun wike diapees.”

Hoity poked at Blueblood’s diaper, hearing a squelch. “Guess ya do need diapees, ow ya woud be supew soaked.”

Blueblood scowled, looking down at his wet diaper. “Not faiw, I was sweepin! I can stiww use ta big potty when I awake, ya watch.”

But their conversation was interrupted as the foals were pushed into Donut Joe's and the big stallion turned around with a smile. “Oh, hello Rarity. I heard you were toting the little prince around.”

Rarity giggled, “Oh my, guess word gets around fast,” She took the colts out of the stroller and set them in their seats, hearing a familiar squelching sound. “Oh dear, better change their diapers first.”

Blueblood whined, kicking about and fussing, but Rarity did the diaper changes with relative ease. She soon powdered and strapped both colts into the diapers she’d designed and placed them into the highchairs already set up for them as she asked Donut Joe. “Could you get donuts cut up in small pieces for the little ones? And I’ll have some unsweetened tea, darling.”

Donut Joe nodded. “Of course, Rarity, coming right up,” He went back to his kitchen to grab the food, and after cutting out some of his donuts he placed a tray of the small slices in front of the two, watching as they grabbed the donuts and chewed on the small bits. Rarity drank her tea calmly as Donut Joe dawwed at the adorable scene. “Just let me know if you need anything else, Rarity.”

Rarity nodded slowly, engrossed in watching her foals eat their food and giggling as they got frosting all over their mouths and hooves. She was son engaged that she didn’t notice her eyes start to droop. Soon, her head fell back and she went into a deep sleep.

Blueblood soon noticed this and babbled in a whisper. “Hey, Hoity, whiwe mama sweepin I gonna use ta big potty.”

Hoity shrugged. “Otay, if ya want to. But don’t get fwushed wike I did. Is scawy and yucky”

Blueblood paid no attention to Hotiy’s comment, he just carefully wiggled himself out of the high chair and plopped onto the floor as he waddled along to the bathroom. He settled on what he assumed was the colt’s room and pushed the door aside.

Waddling in, he found an open stall. But then looked up at the porcelain throne and groaned seeing, how big it was. Getting up on it was going to be hard. He tried to roll down some toilet paper and use that to climb up, but his chubby little hooves wouldn’t grasp the flimsy stuff and he slid to the floor. “Stupid big potty, why ya gots to be big?!” He complained.

Then the prince happened to turn and see Flower Petal coming out of the filly’s bathroom in her pink pull-up. Reluctantly, he waddled over to her. “Hey, Fwowa Petaw, wha ya doin hewe?”

Flower giggled. “Just goin’ potty,” She looked at the prince, noticing the open stall and the toilet paper on the floor. “Ya twyin to use ta big potty huh?”



Blueblood whined. “Yeah bu is so big and I can’t weach it. I dun wanna use my diapee so…C..Can I use ya pink twaining potty, p...pwease?”

Flower Petal turned over and giggled, her potty was still set up in a stall and she hadn’t used it. “Maybe…but if I wet ya use my potty, ya gonna make a deaw.”

Blueblood rolled his eyes and babbled. “Awight, wha is it?”

Flower Petal stomped a hoof. “Ya gotta invite me to ta pawace.”

Blueblood whined. “What, ya gots to be kiddin me! I can’t do tat!” Flower Petal eyed the prince, laying bare her demand, and he whined. “Otay, fine, but I gota go fiwst! I tink is gonna be a poopie!” He waddled over to the toddler potty in the filly’s bathroom and tried to pull down his diaper. As he tugged at it he could hear Flower Petal giggle and he whined. “Can ya just go?! I need my pwivacy!”

Flower shrugged but obliged. “Awight, but wembew ya pwomice.” She left the bathroom and then Blueblood babbled. “She gone, and I not gonna invite hew to ta pawace, she cwazy!”

Flower Petal gasped and scoffed, having overheard Blueblood's conversation. An idea formed in her head as she waddled to her mom. “Fine, ta pwince bwakin a pwomice. I gonna tew my mommy tat a cowt usin my potty!”





Blueblood eventually tugged his diaper down and threw it aside as he plopped down on the pink plastic potty. Then he sighed and grunted quite hard, pushing out a poop that caused him to blush. “At least I didn’t do that in my diaper. I’d have died of embarrassment.” He thought to himself.

But all of a sudden, a purple coated mare (who Blueblood recognized as Flower Petal’s mom) trotted into the stall and gasped as she cooed. “Oh how wonderful, the prince is going potty all by himself! What a big colt he is!”

Blueblood’s face went white with horror as every patron in the shop burst into laughter, waking Rarity who got up with shock, turning to Hoity, who was laughing and clapping his hooves. ”Yay, Bluey went potty! And he didn’t get fwushed!”

Rarity, who was still scared of what might happen, forced a smile as she walked to the bathroom, seeing an embarrassed Blueblood whimpering. “Fwower Petal, why ay do tat ta me?!”

Flower Petal came up with a pout. “Wew, ya lied to me and ya bwoke ya pwomice. Ya deswewved to be embwassed.”

Rarity came over and sighed, apologizing to Flower Petal’s mother. “I’m so sorry, the prince must’ve gotten out and into the the bathroom without me knowing.”

The mare cooed. “It’s completely fine, Flower Petal was getting too big for that training potty anyway. It seems our foals could definitely play with each other, I’m sure Flower Petal would really appreciate it.” She smirked, Rarity found it odd knowing that there was another agenda. But she decided to play along. “Sure, why not? The prince needs more friends his age. But let me get Blueblood cleaned up first,” She then took some foal wipes and helped wiped Blueblood. Then she dumped his mess into the toilet and flushed as she cooed. “Now Bluey, it’s nice to see you try using the potty, but you can’t do this by yourself. I don’t want you getting flushed or making a mess.”

Blueblood sighed. “Awight…I sowwie. I just wanted to show ya I a big colt.”

Rarity bent down and told him. “I know you  are and I think we can start potty training if you want. But you also need to understand that things that seemed easy for you as an adult are a lot harder for you as a foal. And using the bathroom is most certainly one of them.”

Blueblood nodded, and then looked up and pleaded. “Awight…so can I be in puwwups ten,  pwease!?”

Rarity sighed and rubbed a hoof over her face, but conceded to Blueblood’s puppy dog eyes. “Okay, at least for a little bit during the day. But if you have too many accidents of any sort, you’re going back to diapers. Deal?”

Blueblood smiled. “Otay, deal.”

Rarity took put a pair of pull-ups she’d been saving for just such an occasion. They were blue with a big yellow shield on the front and back. She strapped Blueblood up as she cooed. “Okay, now come on, let's finish up your doughnuts, so you can play with flower petal.”

Blueblood groaned, as Rarity led him to the sink to wash his hooves. “Ugh, just gweat, what did I get myself into?”
> Chapter 5: Friends?
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

A few hours after the adventure in Canterlot, the three foals were placed in Blueblood’s nursery as Celestia and Flower Petal’s mother were having a conversation across the hall in the princess’ room. Rarity was sleeping in a rocking chair, exhausted from the day’s events.

As for the prince himself, he was pouting, watching Hoity and Flower Petal tackle each other and playing a game of tag. The colt was just casually doodling on paper with some crayons to pass the time. He made a sloppy picture of himself, or at least how he looked when he was a stallion, with yellow replacing his gold mane and a small bow tie around his neck. He sighed wanting more than anything to become an adult again. Even if part of him appreciated the freedom that came with not having royal duties, it wasn’t worth the trade off of being dependent on others.

Flower Petal came up and giggled at the drawing. “Aww, ya was so handsome when ya was a big pony.”

Blueblood took his picture and whined. “Hey, no wooking!”

Hoity, meanwhile, turned and asked the prince. “Hey, ya want to pway?”

Blueblood shrugged. “Not weawwy. I just wanna stay hewe.”

Flower Petal shrugged. “Ya dun have to pway, I want to see ta castwe. Is so big and awesome!”

Blueblood shrugged and babbled. “Good wuck, ta fiwst pony tat sees ya is just gonna put ya back hewe and teww ya mommy.”

Flower Petal waddled up to him. “Not if ya can use ya cuteness to ya advantage.”

Hoity got up with a big smile on his face. “Oh I ta mastew at tat. Bet ya I can do bettew with tat then ya!” He made a cute puppy dog face and rolled around.

Flower Petal giggled. “Ya siwwy, Hoity, ya supposed to waddle up and tug on their tail and pway with it first.”

Hoity got up and babbled. “Oh, I dun tink I’ve dun tat befowe.”

Flower Petal giggled. “Ya should twy, it works evewy time faw me.”

Blueblood rolled his eyes and asked. “So what? Even if ya use ya cuteness on some ponies, wowyaw guawds awe hawd to twick. I showd know, the captain’s a daddy.”

Hoity got up and exclaimed. “So, tats whew ya come in! Ya stiww a pwince, ya say tat ya stiww can do what ya want!”


Flower Petal turned in excitement, sensing an opportunity for mischief. “Yeah, when does a pwince take oders fwom weguwar guawds?”

Blueblood grumbled, reluctantly getting up. “Fine,” He sighed. “But if we get in twobwe, ya two awe gonna owe me big time,” He waddled over to see Rarity still sleeping, an entire day of pushing two foals had clearly taken its toll. She would probably be out for some time. “Awight, come on ya two,” He reluctantly lead the foals through the castle and babbled. “Welcome to ta pawace of Equesatwia. Tese haws wew waked by my ancestors and my pawents.”

Flower Petal asked. “So how is Pwincess Tia weawted to ya?”

Blueblood rolled his eyes. “She and Pwincess Wuwu wewe were adopted by my ancestows wong ago. Tat’s how.”

Hoity asked. “Is tat so, how is ya hew nephew ten?”

Blueblood, while waddling along, explained. “Se wike my supew gweat auntie, otay?! It’d be weird if I caw hew gweat, gweat, gweat, gweat wike a hundwed gweat auntie!”

Flower giggled. “Yeah, tat would be funny! So was she ya foaw sittew when ya was owiginawwy a foal?”

Blueblood nodded and continued. “Yeah, kind of. She pwayed with me wots of times when I was youngew, and I tink once or twice she hewped change my diapees or wet me use the potty. I can’t wemembew fow suwe though. Foaw memowies awe twicky.”





The foals eventually came to the stairs leading to the palace interior, they began climbing down together from the stairs one step at a time. They had to take great care not to go too fast, there were a lot of stairs. And tumbling down them would not only hurt, but surely attract unwanted attention.

After a great deal of effort, the foals reached the bottom of the stairs and turned to see the empty grand hall, with two royal guards standing at attention. Hoity looked over and whispered/ “Wow, it’s so big! Biggew tan anypwace I’ve evew seen!”

Blueblood shrugged, he was quite used to this sort of reaction from ponies. “It’s whewe Tia nowmawwy does wowk. But this thwone woom has been awound fow thousands of yeaws. Did ya know tis castwe was actuawwy buiwt befowe Starswirl the Beawded disappeawed?”

Flower Petal pretended to nod in understanding as she babbled. ”I wana sit on ta thwone.”

Blueblood squeaked. “No way! Ya can’t! Is not meant for foaws!”

Hoity just poked Blueblood’s pull-up. “Ya did say ya wowd give ta full tour.” He protested.

Blueblood scoffed. “Wook at aw tose guawds,” He pointed a hoof towards them. “Thewe’s no way ya cutesness is gonna twick eithew of tem.”

Flower Petal gave a humph as she waddled off and babbled. “Oh yeah? Wewww, ya just watch and weawn.” The filly waddled out of the grand hall, turned to the big throne, and started to climb on top of it.

The guards turned, seeing the little filly, and they looked at each other, unsure of what to do. They hadn’t been expecting visitors, especially ones that weren’t supervised.

Blueblood groaned and waddled over. “Flower Petal, get down from thewe!”

Flower Petal was now sitting on the throne. “Wook, I ta pwincess of Equwestwia!” She proudly declared.

The guards chuckled as the prince came up and turned towards them while blushing. ”Uh, hey.. um... it’s otay my... fwiend is just pwayin.”

The guards shrugged, trusting Blueblood’s word. Meanwhile, Hoity came over, climbing onto the throne and bouncing on it as Blueblood rolled his eyes.

The guards were growing concerned at the display and one came up and asked. “Uh Prince Blueblood, your… er foalness... are you sure you foals should be out and about without any supervision?”

Blueblood growled as he put his hooves on his hips. “Yeah, we can do whateva want! Ya doubt my authowity?!”

The guard rubbed his forehead. “Uh, Blueblood, are you sure? I think that you’re going to be in big trouble if you keep this up.”

Blueblood whined and stomped about. “Nah uh! I ta piwnce and it dun mattew if I a foaw! I stiww a pwince!” They all laughed at the prince’s antics and he pouted. “Ya guys awe aww poopy heads!”

The guards burst into even more fits of laughter and Blueblood whined and fled away from the throne room.

The other foals looked at each other with worry and they ran out of the throne room after Blueblood, who was pouting in the royal garden. Flower Petal went up to him and babbled. “Hey, I sowie ta guawds wewe being meanie poopy heads to ya.”

Blueblood sniffled and wiped his face with a hoof, determined not to let anyone see him cry. “Wew what did I expect, I just a stupid foaw now.”

Hoity came over and babbled. “Fow wike ta thousandth time ya need to stop twying to be a pwince and aww, and just be a foaw. Now how about ya pway tag with us?”

Blueblood got up from the ground and sighed. “Fine, ta gawden is a nice place to pway anyway.”

They all got up and Hoity asked. “Otay, so do ya wants to pway hide and seek?”

The foals nodded as Blueblood sighed. “Awight, wets pway.”

Hoity and Flower Petal ran off around the garden to hide as the little prince closed his eyes and counted. “One...two...thwee...fouw...five...six...seven...eight...nine...ten! Weady ow not, here I come!” He squealed and started looking around the garden with a keen eye. He noticed something rustle from a nearby bush, so he jumped in and smacked into a rabbit! The creature chattered angrily at him and hopped off.

The foalified prince grumbled but started looking all over the garden for his friends scouring through bushes and looking around statutes to find them. Then he groaned, feeling the pang to pee and started to do a potty dance whining. “Gots to find my fwiends fast befowe I pee. Dun wanna do it in tat bwushes, I betta than tat,” He hurridely scurried over to see a guard walking through the garden and tugged on his tail. “Hey, mistew, did ya see two wittwe foaws wun by hewe?”

The guard tapped his chin. “Well, I’m not sure. But I think I saw something jump into the fountain a short time ago.”

Blueblood turned to the fountain, waddled towards the water,  peered overhead and saw Hoity under the water. The prince took the colt, helped him up, and whined. “Ya got to be kiddin me, Hoity, why ya hide in thewe?! Ya dipee is gone!”

Hoity blushed, seeing his bloated padding now floating in the water, and his exposed rump visible for all to see. “Wew, I tuaght ya wouwd neva find me hewe. I didn’t tink this thwough, I can’t use ta big potty and I dun know if Mommy’s got my twaining potty.”

Blueblood giggled and squealed. “Guess we bettew get ya a new diapee watew, but we gots to find Flower Petal fiwst!”

The two colts ran across the garden as the guard sighed. “I better tell the princess about the foals running around the garden before somepony gets hurt or taken away.” He then ran into the palace as fast as he could.





The two colts looked for Flower Petal for some time and Blueblood was practically squirming around and whining “Hoity! We need to find hew fast, ow I gonna pee!”

Hoity rolled his eyes. “Ya aweady peeing.”

“What!” Blueblood squealed, looking down and seeing the shield fading on the pull-up! He whined. “no! If Tia finds out, she gonna put me back in diapees!”

Hoity shrugged. “We needs to sneak back into the nuswey and put a fewsh puww-up on ya I guess, but fiwst we need to find Flower Petal.”

Blueblood shook his head. ”Nah, I gonna go back to the nuwsewy and change bewfowe anypony finds out, or befowe I do a poopie in this ting!”

Hoity whined, stomping his hoof in protest. “Ya can’t do tat! We need to find Flowew Petaw! Ya may not wike hew, but she ya fwiend. If ya weave hew, she’ww nevew fowgive ya!”

The prince turned to the angry colt and reluctantly sighed. “Fine, ya wight, wets find hew. I dun weawwy gonna back to the nuwsewy yet anyway, dun wanna wake Wawity.”

The little colts continued their search through the garden for a little bit longer, but then they were suddenly lifted by an aurora of magic. And they turned to see Princess Celestia standing over them as she smirked. “Now look at you two little colts needing diapers.”

Blueblood whined. “I dun need a diapee, Tia, I a big colt!”

Celestia tried not to roll her eyes. “Oh Bluey, darling, you are way too young for potty training. It was nice that Flower Petal let you borrow her potty, but a prince needs to set a good example for others. And that includes not using stuff that doesn’t belong to him,” Without another word she poofed both colts into fresh diapers with her cutie mark on them as she then asked. “Now what are you foals doing playing without a big pony supervising you?”

Hoity blushed. “Uh, wew we escaped ta castwe, ten we came out hewe to pway hide and seek.” He reluctantly confessed.

“So where is Flower Petal?” Celestia asked. “She better not be somewhere she’s not supposed to be.”

Then, on cue, the foals saw Flower Petal with a mouthful of flowers, and she blushed as she looked up at the sun princess. “Sowie, I saw pwetty flowers and wanted to pick some fow my mommy.”

Hoity and Celestia giggled but Blueblood grew angry and pouted as Celestia put Flower Petal on her back. “Alright, cutie, come on. Your mother was quite worried about you, she’s been worried sick.”





As the foals were all placed back into the nursery a short time later, Rarity was apologizing to Flower Petal’s mother for the prince’s behavior and sleeping while watching the foals.

Blueblood, meanwhile scolded Flower Petal while babbling. “I got put back in diapees becawse of ya! Hope ya happy!”

Flower whimpered, feeling guilty as she sniffled. “Sowie, I didn’ mean to get ya in twoubwe. I just wanted ta pick some flowers for my mommy.”

Blueblood sighed seeing how sad and forgiving Flower Petal was, and so he reluctantly waddled over to her. “Alwight, stop it, I fowgive ya,” She squealed and hugged him as he babbled. “But ya gonna owe me big time.”

Flower Petal eyed him and asked. “Oh yeah? How?”

Blueblood smirked. “Ya gonna teach me how ta win ta cuteset foaw contest. And hewp me pwove I owd enough fow potty twaining.”

“Ya suwe you wanna do tat? You wook pwetty cute in ya diapees!” Flower Petal teased, making Blueblood blush and groan.
> Chapter 6: Mommy Fever
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

A week soon went by, nothing changed within Canterlot Palace and nothing changed outside as the mare that turned Blueblood into a foal was never found. A cure for Blueblood’s curse was still somewhere in the realm of “maybe” but it was a maybe that seemed increasingly unlikely to happen.

Now out of options, Blueblood found himself within the fancy manner of Flower Petal’s mother, Sunflower. She was chatting with Rarity in the main parlor as Flower Petal and Blueblood were playing tea party in the room. Flower Petal was decked out in a cute, white frilly dress, while Blueblood wore one of his embarrassing suited onesies. Flower Petal squealed in delight as Blueblood looked amused while entirely bored. 

Sunflower turned to her daughter and asked. “Hey sweetie, everything okay? So you need to go potty?”

The filly shook her head. “Not weawwy. But can we have more tea? Ta pot’s empty.”

The mare waved a hoof as a butler poured a pitcher filled with iced sweet tea into the pink pot. Hoity was also seated there with his friends, drinking tea from a sippy cup. Blueblood sighed looking down at his pudgy forearms. He tried to grasp his bottle but it kept falling from his hooves. 

Rarity got up and bent down to his level. “Here, let me help.” She lifted the bottle to his lips, and he rolled his eyes and stuck his hooves out as he allowed Rarity to assist. 

Flower Petal giggled, seeing that Blueblood had grown pudgier. She teased him. “Wow. wook at you all chubby and cute. You'we going to win ta competition fow sure if ya keep it up.”

Blueblood blushed knowing it was at least partly from all the breastmilk he drank from Rarity. As if she knew what he was thinking, she commented. “Well he drinks my milk as a good foal should. I did the same for Hoity Toity when I became his mommy,” She then casually checked his diaper and noticed that it was a little damp. But she just gave it a gentle pat and cooed. “Hm, only a little wet. I’ll change you later, your diaper can hold a lot more than that.”

Blueblood reluctantly nuzzled her belly before he turned back and asked. “Mommy when is the foaw thingy?” He hated using the m word, but the longer he remained stuck in his foal state the less he had a say in the matter.

The fashionista's face flushed and he squeaked, putting his hooves over his face in shame. “Well, the foal competition is this Friday,” She told him. “I see you're doing well practicing with your friends. Now, do you remember what you’re going to say to the judges?”

Blueblood sighed and threw his hooves up in the air. “I Wittwe Pwince Bwuie and I one and hawf and wuv my diapees.”

Everypony in the room dawwed and Hoity pouted as he saw Blueblood was becoming cuter everyday. He couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the fact.  

Rarity gave Blueblood’s chubby tummy a few pokes. “Yes you are, and you're such a chubby foal. We need to upgrade your diapers.” 

Blueblood whined. “Tey aweady poofy enough as is. Is hawd to get to ta potty ow even wawk awound in tem.”

Rarity just giggled as she took Blueblood and nuzzled him. “Oh, I want them so big you’ll need Mommy to do everything for you.” He groaned but couldn’t help nuzzling back. 

Sunflower cooed, observing the scene. “Oh, I see you have Mommy Fever, Rarity.”

Rarity placed him back down, blushing at the realization that even more so than with Hoity Toity, she’d become attached to the regressed pony in her care. “I can’t help myself, sometimes he’s just so cute.” She walked back to the couch, embarrassed at her own behavior. 

Flower Petal bounced up and down as she exclaimed to Blueblood. “Ya awmost ready, but being cute is only half ta battle! To win the foal competition, ya two gonna have to have a talent.”

Hoity squealed. “Ya, I gonna make a cute picture for the audience, and I’ww win fow sure!”

Blueblood scoffed. “Nu-uh, my dance is gonna make the crowd faww over from heawt attacks. I did once, ya shoulda seen Pwincess Cewestia’s face when I did it in fwont of hew.”

Hoity whined. “She awways does stuff wike tat. My picture will get more daws ten ya stupid dance, just watch!” 

Blueblood growled and declared. “Otay ten, later today when mommy is having her meeting with ta nobles where tey go on bweak and have dinner, yeh draw a stupid picture, and I do my dance. And we see who is cuter.”

Hoity stuck out a hoof. “Deaw, and ta winner has to wear a pwetty dress.” 

Blueblood blushed. “No way, tat shouwd be if ya wose!”

Flower Petal got up. “Sounds wike a great idea! I’ww get one of my specwal dwessies Mommy got me when I was two, tey so puffy ya can't waddle around and gots to be carried eveywhewe.”

Blueblood scoffed and growled knowing that if he wore one of those, even if he turned back to normal nopony would ever take him seriously ever again. But then he turned his attention to Hoity and tapped a hoof to his chin while thinking. “I could do this and prove I’m cuter than him. I would not only grow closer to Celestia, but also prove that I’m willing to put up with this insanity. Maybe even have more clout with the nobles when I go back to normal.” The prince smirked, getting up and extending a hoof. “Ya gots a deal, Hoity Toity! May ta best foaw win!”

Unaware of what had just transpired, Rarity came over to Flower Petal and asked. “Oh, I was just talking to your mommy, Flower Petal. Do you want to sleepover at the palace tonight?”

The filly squealed in delight! “Yeah, I would wuv too! I gonna bwing a pwetty dress too.”

Rarity eyed her and asked. “Why is that, darling?”

Flower smirked. “You'ww see…”





Later that evening  Blueblood was getting his dance ready as he scrounged around in his old closet.

Flower Petal eyed him and asked. “What is ya doing?”

Blueblood babbled. “Getting my owd reword pwayer,” He pulled something out of the bed from under his old plushies and blew the dust from it. He also held in his hoof a few old records with nursery rhymes. This item was special to him, because the records were specifically made for him by Princess Celestia when he was still in his mother’s womb. He even told Flower Petal. “Auntie Tia gave my mommy tese when I was still in hew tummy. My mommy’s tummy I mean, Auntie Tia didn’t give bwith to me.” Though a part of him wondered. “But what if she had? She was always more motherly than my own mother, she always had time for me. My mother never did.” 

He took the bag out and turned to see Hoity with crayons trying to make a picture of himself and Rarity. The prince babbled. “Weww, I gonna go practice in a guest room where Rarity sweeps. She still drinking tea with ya mommy so I should have some privacy.”

Flower Petal shrugged. “Ya gots to ask Comfy Wump fiwst.”

Blueblood sighed, reluctantly crawling over to the big nanny and asking her. “Hey, can I go practice my dance in Wawity's woom?”

The nanny looked down and cooed. “Oh of course you can, little Bluey. But don’t touch anything, okay?”

The prince nodded. “I won't, just gots to practice my dancing is aww.” 

Comfy Rump then took the prince onto her back and led him to a room not far from the nursery. She opened the door to a lovely room now decorated with ponyquins with dresses. But what was more curious was the milking pump near the bed with a bag full of foal supplies, and a book on the bed that had “Tips for New Mothers.” printed on the front cover.

Comfy Rump smirked. “I have to say Rarity has Mommy Fever bad.”

Blueblood was confused by the term and asked. “Wha's Mommy Fever? I heawd Fowwer Petaw’s mommy say it, and now you.”

Comfy giggled as she explained to the prince. “Oh, it’s just that Rarity loves taking care of you as if you were her own foal. Now don’t touch anything in this room. I'll be right next door if you need anything, so please come and get me if you need anything. And be careful.”

The prince nodded and turned to his bag taking out the old record player, and a few records with nursery rhymes. He put on his favorite “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”, it was something simple but he loved it as a foal. He placed the record on the player as it spun, playing the simple tune. He could hear Celestia’s soothing voice, remembering that these were recordings of her singing the nursery rhymes. He blushed and wiped a tear that emerged from his eyes, quickly regaining his composure. “Otay, time to dance.” He took out a large princess doll from nearby and started his dance, slowly waddling around with as much grace as he could muster in his chubby, padded state.





Meanwhile, Rarity was finishing up her conversation with Sunflower. Sunflower adjusted her monocle and commented. “Well I have to say, Rarity you shouldn’t worry about finding a husband or anything like that. As long as you feel you're up to caring for little Hoity Toity.”

Rarity nodded. “Oh I am, it’s just that it’s so hard sometimes with my job and all. But we’ve got a schedule going and I even enrolled him in the local daycare. He loves trying to help me with designs too, right now he comes up with the most adorable designs for foal clothes, diapers, and onesies. And he’s the perfect model for them too.”

Sunflower cooed, adjusting her flowing golden mane. “Oh I know, I already placed a huge order for your designs. I’m planning on having at least two more foals.”

Rarity squealed and asked. “Really? But why do you want more? I mean as much as they are cute, they are quite a lot of work.”

Sunflower simply replied. “As much as they are, don’t they make you feel...great or I don't know how... satisfied? Especially being the mother of the famous Hoity Toity. I mean you're pretty much raising a legend in the fashion industry.”

Rarity blushed. “I can only imagine what he'll be like as a teenager. I certainly don’t look forward to that.”

Both mares burst out laughing as Sunflower turned, blushing as Rarity’s dress lifted a little. Her violet-red eyes looked at the fashionista as Sunflower asked. “Oh darling, um...you nurse?”

Rarity squealed, holding down her dress. She was still incredibly self-conscious about it. “Oh, y-yes, that obvious! As much as I enjoy nursing Hoity once in a while, my teats are so annoying to milk and now they're becoming more pronounced! It feels like they’re always so full!”

Sunflower giggled. “Seems like it may have something to do with you being around two ponies that have been magically regressed. It’s not just you, Celestia and Luna are both having the same issues from what Comfy Rump tells me.”

Rarity gasped! “No way! The princess’ nurse?!”

Sunflower tried not to smirk as she nodded. “They’ve even secretly been giving their excess milk away. I’ve already ordered a dozen bottles. Alicorn milk must have special properties.” 

“Oh, I think that might be something to check out, we'll have to see,” Rarity commented. “But for now I should pump out my excess milk..”

Sunflower waved a hoof. “Go right ahead, I’ll go walk around the castle. It's not every day you get to tour the palace of Canterlot.” She walked off as Rarity shrugged and went up to her bedroom to get her pump.





Up in Rarity’s room, Blueblood was finishing his dance and nodded in approvement at himself. Then he sniffed and decided that he was stinky. Not waiting for a bath, he trotted over to Rarity’s bathroom, trotting over to the tub. “I wonder if Rarity has any bubble bath supplies around here,” He thought, before he shook his head. “I don’t need a bubble bath! Princes don’t take bubble baths!”

He grasped the faucet and turned it with his magic as he giggled feeling the stream of water run down him. Without pulling back the curtain for his shower, he took out some of the fancy shampoos and after tossing aside his diaper so it wouldn’t get (a task that was quite difficult with his chubby little hooves) started washing his mane as best he could. Then he began to splash around in the puddles for a bit.

After that he shut the water off and went over to a nearby towel laying on the floor. He took it without hesitation and start drying himself off. After that, the curious foal looked over to the nearby cabinet and pulled out some fun to look at toilet paper. He started throwing it around, giggling as he swirled it around him. “Yay!” 

Then the foal suddenly felt a pain in his bladder, and he was not about to go ask Flower Petal if he could borrow her training potty. So that meant there was only one option. The prince looked up at the toilet as it seemed to stare down at him, taunting him with its size. He babbled. “Otay mister, I am king of ta potty and you awe going down!” He giggled at his statement.

Blueblood took some of the toilet paper he’d been throwing around earlier, managing to get one of the rolls to go over the seat. It took a great deal of slipping on the soft toilet paper, before he finally climbed up on the seat and with a plop planted himself rump first over the bowl.

The prince relaxed, certain the worst was over. Soon he could hear himself peeing, and he squealed in delight as he raised his hooves! “Yay I did it!” 

But now came the matter of flushing, something Blueblood hadn’t considered. He briefly considered not flushing, especially since he hadn’t done number two in the toilet. But the foalish part of his mind was intrigued. “A courtesy flush wouldn’t hurt.” He thought, then slowly scooted over to the handle. He tried to grab at it with his hooves, even going so far as to stand up on tiphooves. But the lever remained out of his grasp. “Fine, ya stupid potty! Ya awsking fow it!” He declared as he surrounded the handle with his magic, groaning and straining as he managed to flush it.

A loud roar reached the prince’s ears and he squeaked as he lost his balance from the strain and fell into the draining waters of the bowl! He started splashing and gasping as the water swirled! “Hewp, I going down the howe!” He cried, barely able to keep his head above the water! Meanwhile the water spun faster and faster, taking the helpless foal with it!

Everything went dark for the prince as a faint “Glug glug glug” could be heard, and he felt himself be sucked down the drain. In vain he tried to grab something with his magic, but it was too late!

Moments later Blueblood found himself in the sewers, but he managed to swim over to a drain pipe and climb up to the surface. Rarity was already standing near the entrance and she growled. “Bluey!” She took hold of his little hoof and held the soggy colt close. “Bluey, what in Equestria were you thinking!? You could’ve drowned!” The colt could only whimper and then began to wail, prompting Rarity to hold him close. “There there, it’s okay. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”





A few minutes later, Blueblood was back in the castle, and was cleaned, dried, and strapped in a new, thick diaper with Rarity's triple diamond cutie mark on the seat of his padding. He was suckling away on a bottle filled with the mare's breast milk as she held him, watching the colt nurse. After a few minutes he removed the bottle, looked up adorably and asked. “So, am I in twoubwe fow wha happened in ta bathwoom?” 

Rarity smirked. “Well considering you’re still in trouble after your little escapade in the castle last week, I’ll let this slide. You were just curious after all. But no more trying to be an adult, you’re a baby. And this is exactly why Princess Celestia and Comfy Rump decided you’re not ready for potty training.”

Blueblood pouted and whined. ”I was just twying to use the potty wike a big colt is aww. I pwomice I won’t get fwushed again.”

Rarity smirked and placed him on the bed, tickling him all over. “Oh yeah, Prince Piddle Pants? You really think you’re ready?”

Blueblood kicked about, laughing loudly! “Stop, I know ya twying to make me pee!” He complained. Then just as he said that a little hiss came out and the front of the padding yellowed a little. Blueblood rolled his eyes and Rarity finished by blowing a raspberry into his pudgy tummy, making him squeal and kick his little legs about again. Blueblood booped Rarity’s nose. “Comfy Wump is wight, ya gots Mommy Fevew.”

Rarity gave the little colt a loving smile. “Well, I can’t help myself seeing how adorable you are,” Blueblood nuzzled her, loving the attention and Rarity began changing his diaper as she added. “Darling, I heard you wanted to try to dance in front of Celestia’s court, are you ready? Hoity’s drawing is quite adorable, you’ve got some tough competition.”

Blueblood rolled his eyes. “Just wait, you’ww see I cuter than him.”

Rarity finished the changing, padding Blueblood up and placing the colt on her back. “Alright then, come on. I even have your little recorder all set up downstairs” Blueblood blushed but was taken down the stairs anyway and there the crowd was drawing at little Hoity's picture, and Rarity giggled as he waddled up. “Mommy, wook, I made a picture!”

She held it close to her chest. “Oh, I love it!” She then gave him a nuzzle and poked his diaper: You are so cute!”

Hoity squealed and clapped his hooves together with amusement. Blueblood got down and turned to Rarity. “Can ya... uh stawt ta wecord?”

Rarity nodded and the music started playing with “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” being sung by Celestia and the princess blushed hard on hearing her voice from nearly twenty years ago. 

Blueblood began to bounce as he took Flower Petal by the hooves and started to dance around with her and the gathered crowd dawwed at the adorable little scene. Flower Petal blushed and wiggled around, completely in heaven. Then, as the song stopped everypony clapped at the performances  both Hoity and Blueblood waddled up to Celestia and asked her. “So who is cuter?”

The sun princess smirked. “I think you both are, it's a tie!”

Both foals gasped in horror and Flower Petal squealed! ”Tat means ya both gots to wear dwessies!”





Rarity had her little colts now dressed in pink frilly dresses with adorable white laces tied around their manes and tails. As they posed in front of Rarity she took photos. “Oh how wonderful, one of you cuties is going to win the competition for sure.”

They both blushed, and Blueblood asked. “If I win can I stay up wonger? I dun wike going to sleep so earwy.”

Rarity giggled, coming down and snuggling her foals. “Oh no, you two need your sleep. How about if you both win, I’ll throw a party for you both?”

Blueblood gasped! ”A party wike ta Gwnd Gawopin Gawa?!”

Rarity giggled. “Maybe, and with you’re adorable dancing you're going to be wooing all the little fillies.” She then gave both foals raspberries, making them squeal and kick about unable to prevent the onslaught of tickles. When Rarity finished she tucked them under the sheets and climbed into bed. They both gradually gravitated to the warmth of her underbelly. Rarity smiled, knowing that the two would nurse and went into a peaceful sleep with thoughts of foals running around in her dreams.
> Chapter 7: The Prince Has Been Foalnapped!
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Blueblood was now in the dressing room behind the stage, where he would do his performance. He stood on a pedestal, staring at the silly suit he wore, the diaper poofing out smf his body now chubbier than ever. His face was super pudgy and he looked like an overweight marshmallow. He felt odd now seeing himself reduced to a foal, unable to do anything but cling to somepony for every need, but it seemed that this was his fate and he had to accept it. At least for right now, aside from the diapers being a foal was actually not all that bad.

Rarity came into the dressing room and smiled at the little prince. She could see the little foal trying to get ready as if he were still an adult, which made her chuckle a little. Even after the potty training incident he still hadn’t quite taken the hint. “Hey, sweetheart, are you ready for your big day?” She asked him.

Blueblood turned around with his cute adorable chubby face pouting and sighed. “Yeah but uh...Wawity, I need hewp with somthing.”

Rarity, being a concerned mother, came up and asked sweetly. “What is it, darling?”

The foalified prince whimpered as he poked his thick diaper, watching his hoof sink into it as he whispered. “I dun know if this cuwse is wevsbwe and I weawwy dun wana go back to my pawents if tat’s the case so...c...can ya be my mommy, p...pwease? Ya actuawwy vewy nice.”

Rarity paused as she looked down at the whimpering colt who started to place his chubby hooves over his eyes. Rarity chuckled, pulled them away, and gave him a big hug, making the foal blink in surprise. She started to cover his head with kisses and nuzzled him. “Of course I will, darling, I thought you would never ask.”

Blueblood blushed feeling a little dumb for not realizing how much Rarity wanted to be his mother. So he just nuzzled her back. “Otay, Mommy, ten aftew ta foaw thingy ya can adopt me.”

Rarity laughed  out loud and nuzzled his belly making Blueblood giggle adorably. She then peered up at him with a loving smile. “Well, I’m sure it’ll be a few days to get all the paperwork done. But I assure you before we leave Canterlot, you’ll be my son, just like Hoity Hoity.” Rarity blushed hard realizing how she’d come to Canterlot looking for a prince and thought she would marry one. Now instead she was going to adopt one. Mommy Fever had bitten her hard.

Blueblood nodded, getting up on his chubby hooves and holding them out. “Otay ten, Mommy, wets go!”

The fashionista, in her excitement, quickly scooped Blueblood up into her hooves, who squealed in delight. He kicked his little hooves with his diaper crinkling, as he was whisked him into a stroller. As she strapped the little prince in she couldn’t help but give his diaper a few loving pats, just to make sure it was still clean. “Alright then, time to show off your cute padded butt to the world! 

Blueblood blushed, feeling his diaper bulge through the straps completely exposing his foalish state. But all the little colt did was give a nod as Rarity took the hem of the stroller and whisked him down the aisle. 

He could hear the crowd cheering most of the foals did their performance and they were taken backstage by their parents. They were nuzzling them and changing their diapers as needed.

Blueblood looked upon the loving families and felt his heart break knowing he’d never had that. But now that Rarity was going to adopt him, maybe he’d find out soon enough what a loving family was like. At the least he would be growing up with a sibling. 

The prince gazed up at Rarity and realized for a split second all she had ever done since he turned into a foal was care for him and help him when needed. He’d been nothing but rude and mean to her, even going so far as to defy her on potty training. Blueblood looked down at himself and whimpered, “W..what is tis feeling?” Then all of a sudden, he was taken from his stroller by Rarity, who saw he was looking sad and cooed. “Hey, what’s wrong, sweetie?” 

The prince gave a cheery smile. “Oh, nothin, Mama.” He blushed hard making his face turn into a deep shade of red.

The mare chuckled and placed the colt before the stage as he looked onwards, unsure of what to do or say. Three judge ponies with glasses and unamused loks glared at him. He whimpered, scrunching his diaper as one mare cleared her throat and held up a scroll. “Ahem, so this is Prince Blueblood, son of Royal Blood and Pure Blood, is that correct?”

Blueblood cringed hearing the names of his mother and father. Both of who, hadn’t even shown up to see if he was okay since his regression (by now it had become public news). The names not only made him feel sick but filled his heart with anger. Still he managed to get up with a determined look and babble “Wawity, go and stawt the music.”

Rarity nodded and ran to turn on the record player. Then it started with Celestia singing “Itsy Bitsy Spider” and Blueblood started to dance. He performed exactly as he was taught before he was regressed, and started to dance about. The foal took up a doll in a pink frilly dress and danced to the foalish song, bobbing his head along with his diaper to the beat. The judges whispered amongst each other and nodding their heads in approval to the little performance. 

Hoity Toity, however felt a pang of jealousy as Rarity cooed and dawwed. The little colt thought to himself. “Just you watch, I’m going to be more adorable than Blueblood is! I was Rarity’s baby first!” 

Blueblood didn’t notice or care, he was having too much fun, now loving his big, bouncy diaper. He giggled, shook his rump, and waddled around the stage with his diaper swishing to the beat. He seemed to forget completely that he ever was an adult, having the time of his life while completely engrossed in his little adorable dance. Then as the nursery rhyme wrapped up,  Blueblood finished his performance by twirling his doll in midair as he stood on his little hind legs and tried to do a bow. But the little colt forgot how big his diaper was and squealed as he plopped onto the seat of his diaper, making it poof upward. The judges burst into laughter and they all applauded as the crowd rose up and gave thunderous applause. 

Blueblood beamed a big smile as he raised his tiny hooves. “Yay! I ta cutewst foaw eva!” He waddled backstage with a big smile as Hoity came out, grumbling. He took out some crayons and paper and began to colour with his mouth drooling, while bouncing on his diaper. 

Blueblood, however heard a strange voice. “There you are, little prince!” Those were the last words he heard as darkness clouded his vision.





“Hey..hey! Wakeup!”

Blueblood slowly woke up, rubbing a hoof over his head. He turned to see a strange white coated colt that looked like one of the royal guards. But of course he was super chubby, with a big thick diaper around his waist, complete with an adorable blue shield pattern printed on the padding. 

Blueblood groaned getting up and looking around to see three little fillies and two other colts all looking sad and busy playing a board game of some kind. The colt that woke him asked. “Hey thewe, can you tawk?”

Blueblood groaned as he got up, rubbing his head as he explained. “Yeah of couwse I can tawk. I Pwince Bwuebwood, now where am I?”

The colt sighed. “Weww to be truthful ya is in a dangerous place, we’re captives of te enchantwess.”

Blueblood eyed him with concern and asked. “The who now?”

The colt sighed and explained. “Te enchantwess, tat what she cawws hewself.”

Blueblood rubbed his head, groaning as he got up and waddled around, seeing many of the foals just playing and appearing to be content with being captives. 

Blueblood, however, quickly ran to the door and tried to open the seams using his tiny hooves. He grunted, unable to make it budge. “Ugh, how do we get out of hewe.”

The little royal guard sighed and shook his head. “Ya can’t, we been hewe fow yeaws. Nopnoy knows how ya get in ow get out.”

Blueblood whimpered as he stumbled back and plopped onto his diaper and started to tear up. “Wh-why is she doing tis?”

The colt sat down next to him. “To teww ya ta truth, I have no idea. I’ve been twying to escape for years. But she constantly catches me, the west of the foaws hewe gave up. ”

Blueblood whined and kicked about. “Tis is so stupid! How can ya just give up!?”

The colt shrugged as he bounced on his diaper. “I dun know, we been hewe fow so wong and we’we not suwe how we got hewe.”

Blueblood, surprised and now a bit curious, asked. “Wait, ya dun gwow up at aww?”

The royal guard shrugged. “I dun tink, so ta enchntwess wikes tawkin about a ‘Kingdom of Foaws.’” 

Blueblood then burst into fits of laughter, rolling around and kicking about in his diaper. “A kingdom of foaws, tat wouwd be so funny! Can ya imagine how many diapees and bottwes tat wouwd wequire?!”

“Hey, is tat Pwince Blueblood?” All of a sudden a little grey coated filly waddled out with an adorable pair of pull-ups, with little pink umbrellas printed on the padding to serve as wetness indicators. When she saw the prince she chirped. “Hey, Bwuey.”

Blueblood eyed the foal and asked. “Who awe ya?”

The filly whined. ”I’m Rain, ya mowon! I was Bright Wing’s mawefwiend!”

Blueblood blinked with confusion. “Uh, dun wing a bell, I think I heawd about ya but we nevew met.”

Rain rubbed a hoof down her face and groaned. ”Ugh, fowget it! Anyways the cwazy Enchantwess tuwned me into a foal and I’ve been hewe fow a few days now.”

Blueblood giggled, cooing as he poked the pull-up. “Tat’s a weally cute pwwl-up.”

Rain whined and brushed his hooves away, blushing. “Stop! Tis is so weird being a foal, and I thwee so I kind of potty twained, unwike you Mw. Pwidde Pants!”

Blueblood whined, feeling jealous. “Weew, I gonna be potty twained one day! Ya see! Ta potty is no match fow ta pwince!”

The royal guard groaned. “Let’s fight about tis latew, fow now we need to find a way out of hewe.” 

Blueblood looked around the room and saw a single window. He waddled over to it and asked the royal guard. “Ya a pegasus, can’t ya fwy?”

The colt shook his head. “Nuh, I tried. My wings don’t work.” 

Rain grunted as she flapped her tiny wings, but she could barely lift herself off the ground and took a lot of effort. “Nope, can’t do it.”

The prince groaned in frustration. “Ugh, ya aw pegasi and ya can’t even fwy!” Then he looked around and asked. “Hey, what if we have those big foam bwocks stacked on top of each other?”

The colt sighed. “Wook mistew, even if ya did we awe in a two stowie buiwding. Ya fall down. ya gonna get weally hurt. I got a good wook of ta pwace when I twied to escape, just getting to ta fwist fwoor wequies you to go down a tun of staiws.”

Blueblood groaned, but then he began poking his diaper and poked it more. A smile came on his face. “So do ya gots mowe diapees?” He asked.

The colt blushed and scrunched his own diaper. “Weww, we keep the extras just in case of accidents at night. Te Enchatwess does wet some of us use twaining potties.” Then he walked off and opened a cabinet filled with diapers and pull-ups and Blueblood replied. “Otay, if ya wawp ya sewyf in a suit of diapees and we fall off, ya won’t get hurt!”

Rain burst into a fit of laughter as she fell onto her pull-up, kicking her tiny legs. “That’s the most silly and weiwd pwan I eva heard.” She still came over though and the foals all started grabbing diapers and pull-ups as Blueblood got up and replied. “So who's going to escape?”

They all looked at each other and Rain asked. “Well why don’t ya do it, Bluey? Evewypony knows ya. I’m suwe by now ponies awe wooking all over Cantewot fow ya.”





But just then, from out of nowhere a mare burst into the room, chuckling. “Oh, hello my little ponies.”

They all gasped as they looked up at a light black coated mare with a light purple coat, her mane was light silver and she had silvery eyes.  The mare chuckled seeing the foals all drooling, looking up at her, and she cooed. “Oh, there’s the little prince!”

She scooped up Blueblood who kicked about, whining. “Hey, stop tat! Let me go!”

The mare chuckled as she gave his protruding tummy a few pokes. “My my, you have gotten chubby, haven’t you?.”

Blueblood scoffed, he felt very self-conscious about his weight. ”Yeah. So what? It’s aw tanks ta you!”

The enchantress laughed. “Yes, that’s right! And now I can finally start building the foal empire. After all, every empire needs a prince.”

Blueblood eyed the mare in confusion. “What ya mean? I taught a male named Dwight Gwimmew was ta one who was making a few empire? She was ta one who wegessed me!”

The enchantress shook her head. “No, it was me, The Enchantress! Starlight Glimmer is nothing more than my pawn. Luckily, now I have some royal guards and a prince to help rule our little empire and help it expand. Now we must leave before we’re discovered. Coming to Canterlot was a risky move.”

She took Blueblood by the seam of his diaper and placed him in a stroller as Rain whined. “So ya the one who turned my hubby into a flaw! Ya poopy head!”

Enchantress gave an evil chuckle. “Well, sort of, little Rain. But when I tell him I have his marefriend, he will have no choice but to do as I say.”

Rain gasped, tumbling backward. “Wh..wha will ya do to me if I don’t.”

The enchantress approached Rain, and threateningly she cooed. “Oh, well...you may become younger.and younger until you cease to exist! How about that?!”

Rain whimpered with tears in her eyes and started to bawl. The other foals stumbled back as well. But Blueblood, with all his might, lit his horn and took the stroller within what little magic he had! The colt pushed it into the mare, knocking her over! 

Blueblood gasped as he got up and the enchantress got up as well, seething and her horn glowing as she shouted. “You little twerp! You’re going to pay for that!”

Blueblood squeaked as he began to run before suddenly his diaper expanded like a balloon! But what the enchantress forgot was that as the diaper grew, the more lose it became around his belly.  

The colt waddled away as he kicked about and took it off, throwing it to Rain! The little filly was confused at first. But she then remembered the plan Blueblood proposed earlier.

The little royal guard helped lay Rain down and whispered. “Let me help.” The colt began to tape the padding it the filly’s waist. All the while Blueblood was making the evil mare chase him around the room with her shouting and trying to hit him with her magic.  

Rain looked down onto the cobblestone street with the diaper still expanding around her body as she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and leaped.
> Chapter 8: Princess Bluebella
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Blueblood was having fun having as the enchantress chased him around the nursery, while he ran around with no diaper. But then the enchantress suddenly growled and he squeaked as he was poofed into a big diaper, making the little foal squeak as he fell backwards onto his rump. The enchantress came over to him, panting heavily “If you don’t stop, I’m going to regress you into my tummy!”

Blueblood squealed, imaging being in the mare’s belly! He kicked back in disgust. “Eww! Dun wana be bown again. Tat’s nasty!”

The enchantress scoffed. “Then stop, because if you do anything else I will do just that!” The mare then poofed Blueblood into a foal bouncer and growled “You stay put, or else.” She then turned to see the foal guards she’d regressed years ago standing together with little foam swords as the leader growled. ”Ya weve ta pwince alone ya meany!”

The enchantress laughed. “Oh my, and what are you foals going to do about it?!”

The foals all tackled the enchantress and to her amazement she fell onto the ground. All the foals took out their little feathers and began tickling the enchantress as she kicked about, laughing. Blueblood giggled and bounced up and down in glee. “Go little foal,s tickle ta enchantress!”

They giggled and cooed as they continued tickling the mare as she kicked about laughing hysterically. But at last she shot off a spell from her horn and plopped all the foals into a big playpen. “Ugh, maybe having an empire of foals is harder than I thought,” She turned to Blueblood. “Looks like I have to get out of here, but we’re going to have to change you into somepony else.”

The enchantress lit her horn which glowed with power. The foal’s coat turned into a bright pink,  his gold mane grew long and curled around his head. His tail grew out and curled as well. His diaper poofed out with little purple flowers printed on the padding, than a frilly white dress grew over him  The foal squeaked and turned to the mare and whined. “Ya turning me into a fiwwy! I dun wanna be a fiwwy!” His face turned a deep shade of red upon realizing his voice was lighter and sounded like a little filly. 

The enchantress walked around Blueblood, admiring her work. “My my, Blueblood, you look adorable! I might even keep you this way.”

Blueblood whined and stomped about, he didn’t want that. “Ya change me back to a colt wight now!” He demanded! Then he squeaked anew as he was lifted into the foal carriage and tucked under a dozen foal blankets as the enchantress nuzzled him. “Oh, looks like my little filly is ready for her walk.” 

Blueblood whined and kicked. “Ya think this is gonna work? I’ll just keep shouting until somepony hears me!” He vowed! “Ya won’t get away with tis!” The enchantress just scoffed and plopped a pink pacifier in his mouth. The colt had now finally turned complete into a filly and growled as he tried to spit it out but was unable. 

The enchantress cooed. “There, that’ll keep you quiet. Now I need a disguise.” The mare lit her horn and turned into a cream coated unicorn mare with a set of brown for a mane, blue eyes and a foal bottle and heart for a cutie mark. She cooed. “Do you like it, Bluebella? The perfect disguise as a typical mother. Nopony will suspect a thing.” She quickly took the carriage and pushed it out the doors of her apartment.





By now alerted to the fact that Blueblood was nowhere to be found, panic gripped hold of Rarity as she was running down the cobblestone streets and looking frantically for the little prince. Hoity Toity rode on his mother’s back, shouting. “Bluey! Whewe awe you?! Tis bettew not be a game!”

Eventually, Rarity and Hoity Toity came upon a giant, big white padded ball with a little filly shouting. “Somepony get this stupid diapee off me! I can’t see!” Rarity quickly used her horn to tear the diaper away, and saw a little grey coated pegasus in a cute pair of pullups. She stood up on her pudgy hooves and brushed herself off. 

Rarity chuckled. “Oh hello there, little one. Are you alright?”

The pegasus looked down blushing at her pull-up now soaked with urine, some of the pink umbrellas had faded. “Uh oh, I peepee.”

Rarity dawwed and helped her up. “It’s alright, sweetheart. What’s important is that you’re out of that giant diaper. Do you want to be changed before your mommy or daddy finds you?”

The foal simply shook her head and babbled. “Nah, is fine, I’ww get changed watew. I changie mysefw befowe.”

“What’s your name, little one?” Rarity questioned the foal. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you before.”

The little filly blushed as she babbled. “I Wain by ta way, I Bwight Wing’s owd mawefwiend.”

Rarity gasped and asked! “Rain?! But, how did you get turned into a foal?!”

Rain sighed as she fussed with her pull-up, still frustrated that she peed, and babbed. “Weww, is a wong stowie. But I need ya hewp ta save Bwuey and ta othew woyaw guawds tat wewe tuwned into foaws.”

Rarity picked the filly up with her magic and plopped her onto her back.”Alright little one lead th-” But before she could finish, she looked around and saw something most unusual. A mother unicorn who looked surprisingly familiar to a mare she’d seen around Ponyville pushing a big pink foal carriage through the streets. Rarity followed the mare from afar as Rain whispered. “I tink that’s the enchantwess!”

Rarity hushed the little pegasus. “We’ll see, darling. It’s rude to accuse somepony without proof. Though I have to admit that mare does look strangely familiar for some reason,” She then slowly approached the mare and cooed. “Hello there, miss.”

The mare turned and smiled at them. “Hello to you too. You must be that Rarity pony I’ve been hearing so much about. The one who they say got bit by Mommy Fever.”

Rarity blushed and desperate to change the subject she quickly asked. “Well, Hoity Toity and I  were looking for Prince Blueblood. He mysteriously disappeared after competing in a foal fashion show. Have you seen the little prince running around at all? Last time he was left to his own devices, he accidentally flushed himself down the toilet.”

The mother mare simply replied. “I don’t believe I’ve seen such a foal, and I would think a foalified prince would be hard to miss. The only foal I have with me at the moment is my daughter.” She opened the carriage and inside was an adorable little pink coated unicorn filly, with a cute curly gold mane. The foal seemed pouty and was trying to say something but the pacifier prevented her from being heard.

Rarity dawwed and tickled the foal’s tummy, making the filly giggle and kicked about. The fashionista cooed. “Oh my, you’re just so adorable in that lively little dress! Yes you are, yes you are!”

The filly stopped kicking and groaned, still suckling her pacifer. Then she blushed as her diaper swelled. “Oh my, she’s just so excited isn't she?!” Rarity exclaimed!

The mother nodded. “Yes she is, I’m sorry she peed though. I thought she was better than that.”

Rarity giggled. “It’s alright, I can change her for you. After all my time with Hoity Toity and Blueblood, wet diapers don’t phase me anymore.” She took the foal out of the carriage and placed her on a changing mat that she always carried with her (the fashionista had learned how important it was to have one on hoof after what had transpired at the Manehattan restaurant). 

She placed the filly on the mat and hummed as she took out her diaper bag and began the change. The filly Blueblood was blushing and he squealed as Rarity wiped him. As a filly he felt more sensitive to the cold wipes. Rarity, for her part, just giggled at the filly’s antics and cooed. “So what’s the little cutie’s name?”

The mother blanched and appeared to stutter. “Her name.. oh….s-he’s..uh… she’s Bluebella!” 

Rarity blinked and Rain shouted. “Bwuebewwa! Tat sounds awot wike Bwuebwood!”

The mother unicorn blushed. “Yes I...I know, but she isn’t Blueblood as you can clearly see.”

Rarity, meanwhile, had just finished strapping the filly into a diaper with her cutie mark printed on the padding. She looked the filly over, who was whining a little but she looked nothing like Blueblood. ”Rain, this isn’t him,” She replied to the little pegasus. “Come on, we need to get going and find Blueblood!”  She gave Bluebella back to the motherly mare as the filly whined and kicked in her new diaper. “Sorry to disturb you,” She apologized to the unicorn. “But if you see a little prince running around please let me or a guard know.”

The mother nodded. “Will do, good luck on finding the prince.” She stored the little filly in her carriage and walked off as Rain eyed the two. “I dun twust hew,” She whispered to Rarity. “Someting seems off about tose two.”

Rarity nodded. ”I have the same feeling, but we need to get going. Mere suspicion is not enough to accuse her. Now lead me to where you last saw Blueblood.” 

Rain led Rarity to an old manor and she went upstairs to find a bunch of little foals waddling around in a playpen, babbling and playing. One colt turned and waddled over. “Oh tank goodness, Wain, ya otay!”

Rain nodded and babbled. “Yeah, I fine. I gwad ya doin otay. Do ya know whewe ta enchantwess weft off to and whewe Bwuey is?”

The colt gulped and answered. “Weww... uh, ya not gonna bewieve it but she weft, and tuwned Bwuey into a fiwwy and hewsef into a mommy!”

Rarity gasped as she recognized the mom and the filly! “Oh my Celestia!” She exclaimed! “That was Blueblood! I should’ve known! You were right after all, Rain!”





An hour later, the enchantress chuckled upon seeing she was close to the train. “Almost there.” She whispered to herself.

Blueblood struggled, unable to do anything. 

Just then two little foal guards came out adored in their plastic gold armor and pull-ups as they both waddled to the mare and Cannon Feather babbled. “Hawt! We needs to check youw foaw carriage, miss!”

The enchantress blinked in confusion and asked, “Why? Are you two looking for the prince too?”

Bucket Bridle nodded as he explained. “Yeah! Sowie, bu we need to make sure he isn’t in ya foaw cawddige. Wet us have a wook.”

The enchantress reluctantly conceded, confident that Blueblood’s changed appearance would be enough to fool the foal guards. “Well, alright.” She declared and lifted the hood again as the two colts looked inside, dawwing upon seeing the little filly. 

Bucket Bridle chuckled. “Weww tat’s not the pwince!”

The foal whined and kicked about trying to tell the guards it was him. But he couldn’t do anything but flail his hooves in vain. The mare cooed. “This is Bluebella, my daughter. You’ll have to excuse her, she’s just a little fussy is all. We’re heading back home to Ponyville on the next train, actually.”

Cannon Feather giggled. “Oh tat’s it? Ten why dun ya have a diaper bag?”

The enchantress blinked and asked. “Excuse me?”

Cannon Feather blushed and explained, “Did you forget ta diapee bag or somethin?”

The mare squeaked in realization and replied. “O-oh, yes! I must’ve have left in the hotel, silly me.” 

Bucket Bridle got up and shouted! “Weawwy?! What hotew?!”

The unicorn gulped as sweat started to form on her brow. “Uh…forgot the name I’ll go back and get it.” She began to push the stroller away.

But just then Rarity emerged from the shadows, stepping onto the station platform. “Interesting, you just told me you were going on a walk with your foal,” The guards eyed the mare as Rarity continued. “And Bluebella seems suspiciously close to Blueblood. Care to explain what you’re really doing here, miss?”

The enchantress growled as she realized that the disguise wasn’t working. She stood up and her horn lit up, dropping her disguise! “You all stand back, or I’ll regress all of you! I mean it!”

All paused, but Cannon Feather was either brave enough or foolish enough to run at the mare anyway. She hit him with a spell and he transformed into a one year foal, drooling with a big thick diaper!

Rarity, however, took advantage of the situation and stole the foal carriage! She picked up the foals, placing them inside and running down the road as the enchantress roared and chased after them! 

Alerted to the commotion, both Celestia and Luna teleported to the scene! Touching their horns together, they shot a wave of energy at the enchantress, trapping her in a bubble! The mare bucked and tried to escape but could do nothing as the magic withstood all her attacks! In fact, the first such spell she attempted inadvertently turned Cannon Feather back to normal. “Tat was cwose!” He commented. “I taught I was gonna be stuck as a one yeaw owd fowevew!”  





Everypony waited until the enchantress stopped fighting. Blueblood then poked his out of the carriage to see what was going on. “Wha happened? Why the fighting stop?” He asked and blushed at how high pitched his voice was as a filly.

Celestia confronted the enchantress with a stern glare reflected in her face. “It’s over, enchantress! Whoever you are, your regression epidemic ends here!” She sternly declared. “Now, are you going to explain what’s going on? Why are there so many ponies turning into foals, and what have you done to Prince Blueblood?”

The enchantress looked all around, saw that she was trapped, and growled. “My name is Midnight Glow!” She spoke in a cold tone of voice! “Grown ponies are evil, petty, and cruel. Why, just look at Prince Blueblood. Before he regressed he was mean, selfish, and arrogant. And now as a foal he’s fun and happy. So who cares if I had to turn him into a filly to sneak away with him? You could never understand, Princess Celestia. The world is much better off with everypony as foals and me to care for them! Haven’t you ever wished you could leave all your adult responsibilities behind and live a carefree life again?”

Celestia only growled and shook her head. “To be young again and to shirk responsibility would be to doom us all,” And then she added. “Turning ponies into foals against their will is wrong. Just look at the chaos you’ve already caused.”

Midnight only scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Well that’s easy for you to say, your majesty. But not everypony is lucky enough to grow up in a happy go lucky world with every need of theirs provided for them. Some of us were forced to grow up before we were ready, and we didn’t get a say in the matter.”

At that Celestia whispered to the mare. “Midnight, I know your past was hard after your parents disappeared. But turning everypony in Equestria into a foal as retribution isn't going to solve any problems. It’s only going to leave the nation helpless and unable to function.”

Midnight shook her head. “It’s already too late, I’ve gone too far to turn back now, princess..”

Celestia eyed the mare and asked. “What do you mean?”

Midnight sighed as she looked up and explained. “I set things in motion using an arcane time spell to ensure my victory. What's done is done and nothing can stop me now, not even if I wanted it to.”

Luna scoffed and growled. “So you made me turn the royal guards into foals?!”

The enchantress chuckled. “Not really, Luna.I just shot a powerful age regression spell at them while you were Nightmare Moon. Since you’d already immobilized them it was super easy, and it was a good test of my abilities. Considering I turned their parents into foals by accident years before, I’d say it worked to perfection.”

Celestia gasped! “So it was you stole the scroll and turned my guards into foals!”

The mare whisked her mane from her eyes and continued. “Oh yes, and I also set up the exact potions in Zecora’s hut to turn her into a foal, to ensure she couldn't find cures.”

Hoity looked over and growled. “Ya twied to take ovew my buisness so ya couwd make diapees and foaw cwothes fow ya stupid foaw empiew!”

Midnight growled back. “I did, but that thanks to you that plan failed, as did my faith in Starlight Glimmer. She’s a foal now though, so she won’t be anymore of a burden.”

Celestia simply looked at Midnight and shook her head. “It’s a pity you’ve fallen so far from the light, Midnight. Now that you have confessed to your crimes, I will have enact punishment. Perhaps turning you into a one year old foal will be suitable. I shall see to it that Nanny Comfy Rump administers tough love to you.”

But Midnight simply stood up in her full glory. “I did all that I did to make sure nopony will stand in my way when I make my foal empire! You’ll see it my way one day! Mark my words you will all be my foals! I already have set up things with the most powerful creature in Equestria to finish the job! And I’ve wasted enough time talking to the likes of you!” She then lit up her horn and disappeared in a puff of smoke. 

Blueblood (still a filly) got up and spat out the pacifier as he whined! “Get back hewe! Ya forgot to turn me back to a cowt!”
> Chapter 9: The end of a Fairy Tale
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Prince Blueblood was now in a tower sitting on top of an uncomfortable stool as a pink coated little filly, with nothing on but a cute diaper with Rarity’s cutie mark proudly displayed, and little purple frills lining the back of the diaper. The prince poked the diaper and sniffed it gagging at how it smelled of flowers, making him whine. “Ugh!  Twiwight, pwease teww me tis cuwse is reverwibwe! I dun wanna be a fiwwy fowevew!”

Twilight was still scanning the foal with her horn, trying to determine if the curse was reversible. “Just calm down, I’m almost done here.” She advised.

Blueblood gave a loud groan as he sat down on his diaper, making it crinkle loudly.

Twilight did everything she could to keep from bursting out laughing seeing how adorable (and embarrassing) Prince Blueblood looked with his curly golden mane flopped over his shoulders, and his cute frilly tail whisked around him. Twilight claimed herself and stopped the flow of magic as her horn dimmed. 

Blueblood nervously asked. “Teww me, Twiwy! Am I a pwincess now?!”

Twilight blushed at the question. “Well, there’s good news and bad news. What do you want to hear first?” 

Blueblood rolled his eyes and whined. “Otay, wha’s ta good news” 

Twilight poked Blueblood’s diaper making it crinkle loudly as she cooed. “Oh come on, sweetie, what’s the magic word?” 

Blueblood sighed, looking up with puppy dog eyes as he pleaded. “Pwease, wha’s ta good news?”

Twilight satisfyingly dawwed as she explained. “Well the good news is, you're going to turn back into a colt. This curse seems to be only temporary.”

Blueblood jumped up and down in glee. “Yay! I gonna be a cowt again!” But then he stopped seeing Twilight was smirking at him and he asked. ‘Otay, wha’s ta bad news?”

Twilight continued. “Well the bad news is, you're going to be a filly until midnight tonight..”

The prince just sighed and shrugged. “Well, is bewwer than being a pwincess fowevew,” Then he looked up and asked. “So, wha about tuwning me back into a stawwion? Is tat tempowawy away too?”

Twilight rubbed her head and sighed. “No, that’s something I still can’t fix. I’m sorry, Blueblood, but I think you're going to remain a foal. But from what I can gather you’ll age normally and you’ll still have your memories.”

Blueblood looked down, unsure of what to say. He was relieved he was going to be a colt but he had mixed feelings about still being a helpless foal. Finally though, he looked up and gave Twilight a big smile. “Weww tat’s otay, I wuv Wawity so she gonna be my mommy!”

Twilight was quivering as she saw how adorable Blueblood looked, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She swept him into her hooves and nuzzled the cute little colt as she cooed, “Oh yes you will! Yes you will! And I’m going to babysit you, help you learn how to write, teach you how to read! Would you like that?”

Blueblood whined and kicked back at the mare in frustration. ”Ya just gonna make me read books! How is tat gonna hewp me!”

Twilight giggled. “Well I guess you’re going to have to relearn your ABCs first.” 

Blueblood, who was now settled on Twilight’s back, scoffed. “I know my ABC’s, watch! A, B, C…” Then he blinked, realizing he couldn’t remember the letter after C. The colt whimpered and rubbed his head. “Doh, I fowgot!” 

Twilight gave Blueblood an innocent smile as she cooed. “Oh don’t worry, Bluey, you’ll relearn your alphabet in time. I know of a good preschool in Ponyville that'll just adore you, and I’m sure you’ll make lots of adorable new friends!.” 

Blueblood rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Weww as wong as I dun have to go to daycawe.”

Twilight giggled at the remark as she skipped down the stone steps in the tower and explained in a cheery tone. “I think you should give daycare a shot, Hoity just loves it.”

Blueblood whined. “As if! I can barely handle Hoity! He gonna be a hawd bwothew to handwe.”





Eventually, they came upon Blueblood’s nursery, and Twilight slowly opened the door revealing what was inside. It was a padded blue room filled with foal toys, cribs and a large changing table. Inside a playpen were five white coated pegasi foals waddling around and building a tower made of foam blocks. 

Twilight blushed hard seeing her mentor Princess Celestia sitting in the middle of the nursery, helping them build their tower. She barely noticed Twilight came in until the unicorn gave a small cough. Celestia looked up with surprise. “Oh, hello, Twilight. Sorry, I was…uh…busy....” She quickly got up on her hooves and asked. ”So have you figured out more about Blueblood’s curse?” 

Twilight gave a nod and explained the situation. “Yes, Blueblood will be a filly until midnight tonight. As for him being a foal however, I think it’s permanent.” 

Celestia sighed and asked. “Is it permanent like…” She turned towards the five little ones innocently building a tower.

Twilight shook her head. “No, his curse will let him age naturally.” 

Celestia gave a sigh of relief. “That’s good to hear,” She then asked. “So what about my five royal guards? Did you find a way for them to at least grow naturally?” 

Twilight looked over at the guards and nodded, “I think I’ve come up with something. The spell was advanced, but it has a lot of flaws.However, besides the one colt who helped Rarity, they all have completely lost their minds. They won’t remember that they used to your royal guards.”

Celestia began to tear up as she whispered in guilt “It’s...it’s my fault that they’re foals. I’ll take care of them.”

Twilight put a hoof on her mentor’s shoulder. “It’s not your fault. This is all Midnight Glow’s fault and she will answer for her crimes.” 

Celestia wiped her tears away, gaining control of herself.  “You’re right, Twilight. Forgive me.” 

Twilight continued with an innocent smile. “Princess Celestia as grateful as it may seem, five foals may be too much for you. You have it hard enough dealing with one colt.”

Celestia looked up. “Well... I guess if we had to we could split them among other ponies as we did with Cannon Feather, Bucket Bridle, and Bright Wing.”

Just then the door to the nursery opened, and a guard named Battleheart walked into the room, blushing. “Uh, Princess Celestia? I’m sorry to interrupt but,…uh…I think I may have a solution.” 

Celestia turned with a smile. “Alright, Battleheart, go on.”

The stallion sighed and continued. “Well my fiancé and I have been thinking of having a big family…we would be grateful to adopt all five of the regressed guards.”

Celestia blinked in surprise. “Are you sure? That would be quite the undertaking.”

The stallion nodded. “Yes, I’m quite sure. This is nothing more than a simple request and I know that it makes little sense, but we really would love them like they were our own children.”

Celestia beamed a happy smile as the five foals waddled up and hugged his legs, making the stallion laugh and Celestia smiled. “Well then, if you’re going to take on this tremendous task I'll assist you financially with foal products, and make sure you have everything you need to raise them properly.”

Battleheart blushed. “Thank you, Princess Celestia! I’ll tell Glass Hooves right away, she’s going to be so excited!” He ran off down the halls as Celestia turned her attention to Twilight. “That settles that problem, now I guess we can spoil our little Bluebella.”

Blueblood (who’d been scribbling with crayons the whole time) heard what the mares were saying. He got up and whined. “No way! I not gonna go out wike tis! Evewypony wiww waugh at me!” 

Celestia laughed. “It’s Flower Petal’s birthday though, and she invited you personally. It would be rude not to show.” 

Blueblood blushed and pressed his diaper down, not even wanting to consider what Flower Petal would have to say about his transformation. The little colt turned filly whined. “Do I have to go? I mean, I can visit hew tomowwow when I a cowt.” 

Twilight picked the colt up by the seam of his diaper and threw him onto her back as she cooed. “Nope, you’re going to the party. Now come on, we need to get you ready! Don’t you wanna look nice for Flower Petal?”

Blueblood whined, kicking about and crying, but Twilight was already skipping out of the nursery and down the stairs with him.





Blueblood was now in a pink sudsy bubble bath with Twilight humming as she washed his fur with a flower smelling shampoo. He coughed and whined. “Ugh, why do I have to smeww wike woses?”

Twilight giggled while washing his mane and cooed. “Well fillies your age like these kinds of smells. So I thought it would be best to do just that. Besides, would you rather smell like a dirty diaper?” She then rinsed out his mane with water and plucked the dripping colt from the tub. 

He blushed seeing that despite the enchantress turning him into a filly, he was still pudgy with foal fat. Twilight couldn't help but poke his exposed tummy a few times with her hoof. “I think Rarity needs to cut back on the breast milk, you're going to turn into a pink marshmallow at this rate.” 

Blueblood just blushed and went silent, unsure of how to reply. 

Twilight went about getting him dried up with a crisp, white towel. Then she unfolded out his new diaper which made his mouth drop, it was a white mass of padding with purple frills lining the back, and Rarity’s cutie mark proudly showing on the rear with little diamonds and tiaras all over the front for wetness indicators. Blueblood could only whimper as his rump was powdered and the monster diaper was strapped over his rump. Twilight was careful and precise as she taped it around his waist and made sure the tabs were snug in placed. Then she lead a hoof down the thighs around the leak guards, making sure they were snug. 

She nodded and then proceeded with a frilly purple dress with bubble sleeves and a white trim, there was a big white bow tied around it and Rarity's cutie mark sat proudly around the skirt of the dress. Twilight cooed. “Rarity made this just for this occasion, can you believe her? She really wants her new foal looking pretty.” Twilight then slipped the dress over Blueblood and made sure it surrounded him. Of course it did nothing to help hide his diaper, in fact it seemed to expose his padded backside to the world. He whined. “How couwd tis happen to me?!”

Twilight cooed. “Oh come on, don't be rude. Rarity spent all day making you this dress, show some appreciation.” She then began to fuss over his mane and tail, curling it perfectly, then a big, white bow was tied around his tail. He looked up with a cute look and Twilight took some pictures. “Oh I will never forget this! You’re so adorable!” He blushed hard and profusely, knowing that in twenty years those photos were still going to be around. Then Twilight threw the princess onto her back. “Alright, time to show you to your mommy!”

Twilight skipped down the steps once more to find Rarity, who turned around and swooned at her little prince in the adorable outfit. Blueblood whimpered, but Rarity was overwhelmed taking the prince within her hooves and twirling him around and squealing! “You are just adorable!” She smothered him in kisses. “Oh my little princess, you are just the cutest thing ever! And tonight you're going to shine even more than you did at that foal competition!” 

Blueblood squeaked as she was suddenly thrust into a foal carriage, and there in front of him was something that a few days ago would have made him die of embarrassment. His cute little padded boom on the front of the Foal Fashion magazine with an article that read: “Winner of the Cutest Foal Competition has turned into a filly. Some say his cuteness may bring about the end of ponykind!”

Blueblood laid down, suckling a pacifer as he thought to himself. “Even when I become an adult nopony is ever going to forget this!”





It took only a good hour of walking and Blueblood was having a much-needed nap, when he was suddenly awakened by Rarity taking him from the stroller, cooing “We’re here!”

Blueblood groaned and looked around, seeing hundreds of foals in a garden. There were balloons and a table filled with candy and cake. Even the rich knew foals were going to be foals.

Flower Petal looked over the guests at her party and saw Blueblood among the crowd as he waddled alongside Rarity (who was talking about he cute he was).  Blueblood was struggling trying to hide his diaper that poked out from behind, making Flower Petal giggle and skip over. ”Hey, Bwuey! Ya having fun?!”

Blueblood squeaked, jumping back as he whined. “No! I hate being a fiwwy!”

Flower Petal looked over the foal and giggled. “Weww is not aww bad. Come on, wet’s go dance!”  She took Blueblood’s hoof and threw her into the fray of a bunch of foals dancing around the cute ballroom. Blueblood growled as her dress swung around, showing off her frilly diaper to the world, making other fillies laugh, even Flower Petal. “Oh, wow just wook at tat diapee!” 

Blueblood blushed. ”I told Mommy it was too poofy!” He whined. 

Flower Petal patted the diaper and hugged her. “Oh, dun wowwy, Bwuey. It works great on you.” 

Blueblood sighed as he rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ww twy to enjoy being a fiwwy. I’ww be tuwning back into a stawwion by midnight anyway!” 

Flower Petal bounced up and down. “Oh, sounds wike a faiwy talw!” 

Blueblood looked the filly over and asked. “So how ya potty twaining going?” 

Flower Petal blushed. “Wee, I kinda had a few accidents and uh…” She lifted her dress showing off a diaper and Blueblood blushed too, then they both laughed and hugged each other. 





Rarity dawwed and turned towards Mrs. Petal. “I  assume that everything is going well with your little one?”

The mare nodded. “Yes, and it seems that Blueblood is quite the filly. Is he going to stay a filly?”

Rarity shook her head. “No, he'll turn back to normal at midnight tonight.” 

“That’s too bad, I would’ve assumed you want a daughter.”  Mrs. Petal teased.

Rarity blushed at the thought. “W-well maybe one day, but I think having two colts is going to be hard enough for the time being.” 

The mare nodded. ”I bet, but you have a prince as a son, he must already be well behaved.”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “This is Blueblood we’re talking about. I’m not exactly looking forward to having to make sure he stays in line. Did I mention that he tried to potty train without me and flushed himself down the toilet?” 

“No kidding? If only Flower Petal was anywhere near as eager when it comes to potty training. I think I’m gonna keep her in diapers, she’s had too many accidents,” Mrs. Petal remarked. ”Well from what I can see here, Blueblood is being rather rude to my daughter. So I guess you may be right. I hope you’re prepared to discipline him.” 

Rarity looked over to see the two fillies playing. “Well even so, I think he's a good colt. He seems to be getting along alright,” She turned to see him running to the tea party and cooed. “I think he’s going to be just fine.” 

Blueblood, meanwhile, now sat among the rest of the fillies at a tea party. They sat around a pink table with little pink teacups, drinking warm tea and enjoying themselves. Blueblood was blushing as he sipped his tea and fillies all around him cooed at his dress. One even asked. “Tat's a very pwetty dwess. Did your mommy make it?” 

He blushed. ”Yeah, she did. Ya wike it?” She wiggled around, showing off her diaper before blushing and placing it down. Blueblood looked up at the fillies giggling and Flower Petal cooed. “Why ya so embarrassed? We aww awe weawing diapees ow puww-ups. Is not wike ya used it.”

Blueblood sighed, realizing that Flower Petal was right, seeing the white or pink padding under the dresses as he sighed. “Sowie, it just weiwd.”

The other filly turned around and cooed. “I wove it, is weawwy pwetty! I wish I had diapees wike tat! I’d nevew want to be potty twained!” 

Blueblood replied. “Weww, tanks, I tink…” He sipped his tea, still blushing as Flower Petal turned her head towards the filly and asked. “So how awe ya doing being a fiwwy?” 

Every filly at the table turned toward Blueblood who gulped and whimpered squirming in the thick diaper while holding the dress down to cover it. “Weww uh... is weiwd... but I wike it.” 

They all giggled as one filly asked. “So ya going to be a cowt again?” 

He nodded and explained. “Yeah, at midnight.”

The foals all gasped and Flower Petal giggled. “Oh, do I have to kiss ya fiwst wike in a fairy tawe?!” 

The fillies all burst out laughing as Blueblood made a blah sound. “No way! Not gonna kiss ya!” 

Flower Petal cooed! “But is my birthday, and ya didn’t bwing me a biwthday pwesent.”

Blueblood blushed. “Come on! Ta speww gonna bweak soon anyways.” 

Flower Petal cooed. “Bu I can wead ta headwines! Flowew Petaw saves Bwuey and tuwn him fwom a fiwwy to a pwince! Oh, it’ww be a faiwy tawe come twue!” 

The other fillies whined in jealousy as Blueblood rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ww kiss ya, ya fiwwies can be so weiwd sometimes.” 

Flower Petal giggled, jumping down from the table. “Then wet’s make this wike any faiwy tawe, stawting with a dance. I gotten bettew since we last met.”

Blueblood jumped from his seat as well, and the two scurried off down the hall as the other foals curiously followed suit.





Blueblood waddled over to the middle of the ballroom where Flower Petal stood and asked the prince. “Ya weady?” 

The prince sighed, waddling up as he tried doing a courtesy but squeaked as he fell onto his rump. The dress flew up, showing off his adorable diaper. Blueblood slowly got up, twirled around the little filly, and they bounced and danced with as much grace as they possibly could. Blueblood struggled to keep himself from falling and embarrassing himself even more. 

The two fillies danced for some time as Rarity came up and cooed. “I don’t mean to break up this lovely dance, but it is Blueblood’s bedtime.” 

They both looked up and burst into laughter, as did Rarity, and Blueblood protested. “Weww I can’t go yet! I promised Flowew Petaw to kiss hew wike a faiwy tawe.”

Rarity cooed. “Well it is almost midnight.” They both turned to a big clock over by the ball dancers where the two blushed, and Flower Petal whispered. “Time fow a kiss.”

Blueblood sighed, closed his eyes and, puckered up his lips as Flower Petal slowly came up and pecked the prince on his lips. Then a swirl of pink tendrils came over the prince as the pink coat turned back into a pure white. His tail and mane shortened and he looked around, puzzled, as everypony in the crowd was either dawwing or bursting out into laughter. 

The colt then looked into a mirror squeaking seeing that despite being a colt he was still wearing the frilly purple dress and whined. “Eek! Mommy, take it off!” Rarity came over and helped take the dress off, leaving the prince in nothing but a diaper. 

Flower Petal came over and nuzzled him. “So I guess ya gonna weave Cantewwot.” Blueblood nodded and she sniffled. “Weww, ya bettew visit me when ya come back, otay? And ya bettew be in puww-ups too!”

Blueblood blushed. "I'ww twy. Potty twaining is hawd.” He kissed her on the cheek making her blush as he waved a hoof.

Rarity then picked him up and cooed. “I think you may have found your special somepony, darling.”

He whined. “Oh come on, we foaws! She just a fwiend!”

Rarity cooed. “Still, I think we can arrange a playdate every few weeks. I wouldn't want to ruin true love. And Flower Petal could learn from how a prince goes potty.”

Blueblood blushed, "Oh tis is weiwd, I wike a thwee owd foaw and ya once wuved me? Tweu wuv is weiwd, not wike tose faiwy tawes.” 

Rarity shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe I might find mine someday. But still, I think you being my son is enough love for me.” He nodded and nuzzled into her as she held him close as they stepped into a chariot that rode off into the night.