My Little Prince

>"That's a good look for you, you big baby."

>Your entire body freezes as hear your wife's voice.

>Slowly craning your neck towards the bedroom door, you desperately hope that this wasn't happening, that it was all a dream.

>Yet there she was in the flesh.

>This an absolute nightmare.

>Here you were, Shining Armor, the former Captain of the Royal Guard and co-ruler of the Crystal Empire, sitting in the middle of the floor with an enormous disposable diaper wrapped snugly against your rump.

>Like a deer caught in the headlights, you stared at your wife.

>"When I told you I wanted a foal, this isn't exactly what I had in mind..."

>You blush deeply as you struggle to think of an excuse.

>Play it off as a joke?

>Maybe if you hadn't tied a babyish bib around your neck and didn't have an over-sized baby bottle in your mouth.

"Cadence, I can explain!" You say meekly through the rubber nipple, muffling your words.

>She snorts, trying to stifle a giggle.

>"Maybe you should take that bottle out of your mouth first, Shiny." She says.

>You glance back to the bottle in your muzzle, and quickly allow it to fall to the ground.

"Honey..I...I..." You say timidly, at a total loss for words.

>All you could think about how this was going to impact your life.

>Your bottom lip begins trembling as you close your eyes in an attempt to hold back your liquid pride.

>You wanted to tell her eventually about your fetish, break it to her gently, take small steps.

>But it was too late now.

 

>As you wallow in pity, you feel a hoof gently drape over your shoulder.

>You open your eyes, turning your head towards your wife, a gentle smile on her face.

>"Aww, don't cry, baby." Her mocking tone lingering in the air. "Do you want to tell me what this is all about?" She asks sweetly, prodding your diaper with her hoof.

"Well, uh, you see.." You hesitate, carefully choosing your words. "I-I'm wearing diapers."

>Smooth.

>"I gathered that, honey." She sighs. "But would you mind telling me why you're in our bed chamber drinking from a bottle?"

"I-I'm an adult foal." You mumble inaudibly.

>"Come again?" She asks, cupping a hoof to her ear.

>You take a deep breath, this was it.

"I'm an adult foal and dress up like this while you're gone for work." You say hastily, words streaming out of your mouth as you begin to hyperventilate.

"And I always wanted to tell you but I was afraid and nowyou'regoingtodivorceme-AND PLEASE DON'T TELL ANYONE!" You practically scream, as you try to catch your breath.

>Your wife just stares at you, trying to suppress her chortling in vain.

>That was too much for Cadence, and she doubles over in laughter.

>You blush in embarrassment as she pulls herself together.

>"Oh honey, I'm not upset." She sighs. "But you have to understand, this is a little...awkward for me."

>You silently nod your head.

>She wasn't mad, and that was good, but you still felt a deep sense of shame as you hung your head.

 

“I understand, and I’m sorry you had to find out like…this.” You mumble, utterly defeated. “Could you give me a minute to get changed out of this stuff?”

>While you didn't want to leave this all in the air, it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain any sort of dignity in your foalish attire.

>”But honey...” She says softly, lifting your head up with her hoof.

>You stare into her eyes, drinking in her compassionate and understanding gaze. You remember why you fell for her in the place.

>She truly was the Princess of Love.

>And yet, that did little to lessen your astonishment when she spoke next.

>”You didn't even finish your ba-ba yet.” She whispers, her saccharine tone of voice ringing in your ears. “Let’s get some milk in that tummy.” She says gently rubbing your belly.

>Your eyes go wide; did she really just say that?

>You try to speak, but you are only able to stammer a few mangled words as she leans you back into her lap, resting your head in her hooves.

>”Oh my, is my little colt ready to start talking soon?” She coos, tickling your chin.

>Her voice sends a shiver down your spine.

>You feel your heartbeat quicken, this was really happening!

“Caden-MMPHH.” You open your mouth to speak, but Cadence magically shoves the bottle into your mouth with her magic.

>”Shh-shh, such a fussy baby.” She snickers, releasing her magical grip and holding the bottle in place with her hooves. “Drink up now, sweetie.”

 

>You blink in astonishment, feeling the smooth rubber nipple firmly placed within your muzzle as it sluggishly leaks out its precious liquid.

>You look back at your wife, and she wordlessly nods her head.

>You carefully begin to suck on the bottle causing the milk to steadily flow into your mouth and down your throat.

>Your pace quickens as you greedily drink and you begin to get into a rhythm; your timing gradually becomes more steady with each passing suckle.

>Cadence takes notice of this almost immediately.

>”My-my, what a hungry little foal.” She says wistfully, shifting you around in her lap to settle into a more comfortable position. “Drink it all down for mama.”

>You blush, her baby talk adding to your feeling totally helplessness as you nurse from the bottle.

>But something in her voice reassures you that everything is as it should be, that you’re safe and secure here in her arms.

>That you’re loved by the one person you care about the most.

>Your lips curl into a small smile as your eyelids lazily start to droop, your suckling becoming ever so softer with more time between each drink.

>”I think someone’s getting a little sleepy, hmm?” She teases, taking the bottle into her magical hold once more.

>She begins humming a soft tune as she rubs your belly as she would any other foal.

>You close your eyes and feel your body go limp as you enter a state of pure bliss.

>As the pace of your nursing slows, you feel yourself start to drift into a deep slumber.

>Before the calming bottle and her soothing humming finally lull you to sleep, you hear Cadence gently whisper to you.

>”I love you so much, no matter what, my little prince.” She whispers, gently kissing you on the forehead. “Don’t ever forget that.”

 

End of Part 1