"Postpone any meetings until Tuesday at the earliest, no one is to call my cell unless it's absolutely necessary, and if I get a call from a family member or close friend, tell them to text me," I remarked, rattling out orders for my secretary after a short meeting Friday morning.
"I will sir, have a nice weekend," she responded. As the WWE Vice President of Talent, I had to make sure nothing went wrong while I was out of office. With only Triple H- the COO and President of Talent- and Vince McMahon- the CEO- holding a higher authority than me, it was very important that I got things right. Of course, the WWE Board of Directors is above me too, but that's a different story.
"Thank you," I responded, locking the door of my office. After quickly dusting off my suit and brushing my light blue mane out of my face, I exited the room and headed downstairs. No one gave me a second glance as I made my way to the lobby, but things had been far different when I first got my job. Of course, it wasn't everyday you saw a yellow pony, let alone one who was your boss.
After exiting the building, I walked to the parking lot and found a nice secluded spot. I pulled a chain out of my pocket; a necklace-like item that had the cyan Chaos Emerald strung on it. The emerald was less than half its normal size, having been shrunk for portability. Placing the 'necklace' around my neck, I gave the emerald a little rub. It glowed for a moment, and then I teleported home.
"I'm home!" I announced, walking towards the master bedroom. As I did this, the crest of Hope that hung around my neck glowed, its power activated. This time, however, the power I used was a different one; an ability that I'd wielded myself until I gave up my Soleon form. My old powers had been stored in the crest by Mew, hence my use of it to activate them. Technically, however, I was deactivating them.
As I stepped forward, I changed from my adult appearance into my natural form. I now appeared no older than eight, standing less than 4 feet tall. Thankfully, my clothes shrank with me, so I never had to deal with nudity.
"Daddy!" a small voice cried. Colin, my 3 year-old son, came toddling out of his bedroom. Colin is a blue pony with green eyes and a blonde mane, the latter two features matching his mother. He wore a diaper and a light green Mountain Dew shirt I'd bought him, and I couldn't help but think he looked adorable. Scooping him up as he came near, we embraced in a hug.
"Hey there son, how's your day been?" I asked. Colin smiled cutely.
"It's been gweat daddy!" he responded. I smiled back.
"Good, I'm glad," I responded. Holding Colin close, I continued walking down the hall and into the master bedroom.
"Hi honey," I said, seeing my wife, Applejack, packing my suitcase. She was the same size as me, and wore a light green dress along with her signature hat.
"Hi Sugarscoot," I added, seeing my daughter, Scootaloo, helping her mom. Scootaloo is a 5 year-old orange pony with a magenta mane, and she's a bit of a tomboy.
"Hi dad," Scootaloo responded, smiling.
"Hi Austin, glad to see you and Colin spending time together," AJ added.
"Don't we always?" I questioned, tickling Colin's stomach. He'd inherited my ticklishness, so naturally he began giggling hysterically. Scootaloo giggled too, finding her brother's squirming humorous. Finally I stopped, putting Colin down and watching as he helped his mom and sister pack my bag.
"I'm going to go change, be right back," I said after a minute. AJ nodded, so I walked off into the bathroom. Once inside I took off my suit, hanging it up neatly in the closet. After a brief use of the toilet, I began dressing for the first night of what would be an exciting weekend. In doing so, I dropped the mature businessman demeanor and reverted to the more childish person I was in private.
Once I finished dressing, I was all set to attend the Rangers game with my dad later that night. I now wore a red Texas Rangers jersey with a red Under Armour t-shirt underneath. I had chosen the t-shirt specifically as it would help me keep cool in the Texas heat. I also wore baggy, black cargo shorts over a specially made white diaper. Ready to go, I returned to the bedroom.
"Well don't you look cute," AJ remarked as I entered the room. I blushed, walking over to her.
"Thanks honey," I responded, giving her a smooch.
"I've got you all packed; have a fun weekend," she replied.
"I will," I assured her.
"Bye daddy!" Colin cried, cutting in. I scooped up his padded bottom and gave him a squeeze.
"Bye dad," Scootaloo added. Setting Colin down, I gave Scootaloo a big hug.
"Bye Colin; bye Sugarscoot. Have fun with mom this weekend," I replied, smiling. Both of my kids smiled back.
"I will daddy," Colin replied cutely.
"So will I," Scootaloo added. I ruffled their manes and then grabbed my suitcase.
"Bye AJ," I remarked.
"Bye Austin," she responded, giving me one last kiss on the cheek. Smiling, I teleported out of the house.
Arriving on the doorstep of my parents' house, I stopped for a moment and regressed myself to Scootaloo's age, which was more appropriate for this weekend. Ready for an exciting few days, I stepped forward and rang the door bell. The door opened about ten seconds later, revealing the tall figure of my dad, Tyler. The shiny Azelf stood at least 6 feet tall and was clad in a white Texas Rangers jersey, a blue Under Armour tee and jeans.
"Dad!" I cried, jumping up into his arms. We embraced in a hug, happy to be together again. Sure, we saw each other on every RAW and SmackDown, but we didn't get much father-son time together. Dad and I shared a short nuzzle, and then mom walked out.
"You boys have a good weekend, okay?" she said.
"We sure will Mesprit, don't worry," Dad responded. Mom leaned over and gave dad a peck on the cheek.
"I won't," she replied. Dad then let me down, and grabbed his suitcase. All set for a vacation, dad and I teleported to the city of Arlington, Texas.
Arriving at the Hyatt Place hotel near Six Flags Over Texas and Rangers Ballpark, dad and I headed inside. Despite having to sign 5 autographs a piece, we managed to check in and get to our room. After putting our suitcases inside, dad and I headed towards Six Flags for the afternoon. The Rangers game was scheduled for tonight so as to allow for Friday Night Fireworks.
Grabbing our room key, dad and I teleported close to the Six Flags Over Texas entrance. We couldn't teleport directly there as we risked appearing where someone else was already standing. That would be a sticky situation, believe me. Walking past the ticket booths to the entrance, dad waited in a short line before getting our season passes scanned. Admitted into the park, we headed towards season pass processing to get our permanent passes.
A few minutes later, dad and I were heading off into the park with two season pass cards that resembled driver's licenses. We also had a small electronic device attached to dad's wrist. It was our Flash Pass, which allowed us to get on rides faster. Scheduling a ride on the Flashback so we'd get a chance to ride it before the iconic attraction closed, we headed over to the Texas Chute Out.
After a short wait in line, dad and I got on one of the parachutes of the iconic Texas Chute Out ride. Like its nearby counterpart the Flashback, it would be closing in September to make way for new attractions. The parachute slowly rose to the top of the tower, coming to a stop at maximum height. Then it paused for a moment before suddenly free-falling towards the ground. The drop was slowed towards the bottom, and it seemed as if we were parachuting down.
By this time, our scheduled ride on the Flashback was coming up. I knew the height limit was 48", so I temporarily aged myself to the point that I was tall enough. Dad and I then made the short walk over to the ride, and got in the Flash Pass line. During our short wait, we scheduled a ride on Pandemonium, formerly Tony Hawk's Big Spin. Shortly after doing so, we were let onto the Flashback. The historic ride was intense, but a bit rocky due to its age. I enjoyed it anyway; glad to have been able to ride it before it closed forever.
Bidding the Flashback a final farewell, dad and I moved on to Pandemonium. This ride was a roller coaster that featured skateboard-shaped cars that spun around as they moved along the track. We were let into a car on Pandemonium rather quickly, along with two people we didn't know. I sat next to a boy about my size, meanwhile dad sat next to the boy's father. They were surprised to meet us, and we ended up signing autographs for them once we got off the ride.
After Pandemonium, we headed towards the Gotham City area. First we stopped between Gotham and Goodtimes Square, eating lunch at the Johnny Rocket's there. As our burgers dwindled in size, we scheduled a ride on Batman the Ride. I aged myself again so that I would meet the height requirement. Finishing our food, we headed over to the attraction, skipping the long line. During our short wait, we scheduled a ride on Mr. Freeze: Reverse Blast.
Finally we got on Batman the Ride, and began our trip up the lift hill. The ride got a running start, beginning with a drop and a loop-de-loop. All kinds of twists and turns followed, resulting in a ride that I really enjoyed. Exiting the ride, dad and I walked over to Mr. Freeze: Reverse Blast for our next ride. We'd decided to go on the Runaway Mine Train for our next ride, but it didn't schedule it as there was no flash pass line.
Getting on the ride, the backwards-facing trains got me nervous. I'd been on this ride before when it faced forward, but this was a whole new experience. Once ready, the train shot off backwards at 70 mph. It was a real thrill, even more so than Batman the Ride. Eventually the ride came to an end, and dad and I set off towards the Runaway Mine Train.
Standing in line for the Mine Train, the previous process began anew. We used our Flash Pass to schedule a ride on the Superman Tower of Power before getting on the Mine Train. After riding the little coaster, we headed over to the aforementioned attraction. We got on quickly as usual, and enjoyed a much more intense free-fall experience than the Texas Chute Out. Afterwards we headed over across the railroad tracks to the Shock Wave.
Like the Runaway Mine Train, the Shock Wave didn't have a Flash Pass line. The line itself was rather short though, so we still got on pretty quickly. The short, double-loop roller coaster was a fun ride, not too extreme but still providing a good thrill. Getting off, we headed over to the Runaway Mountain ride, which we'd scheduled a ride on while riding Shock Wave. Skipping the long line through the jungle and cave scenery, we got on almost immediately.
Runaway Mountain is a roller coaster inside a building, so naturally it's very dark. It was quite a thrill though, and I really enjoyed it. Afterwards, dad checked the time and decided it was best that we head out and get ready for the Rangers game. Regressing myself to my usual six year-old size, I followed dad out of the park. Once we'd exited, we teleported to the hotel parking lot. Walking inside, we ended up signing a few autographs before we got to our room.
Inside, dad used the bathroom and I changed into a fresh diaper. Tossing out the one I'd wet over the course of our Six Flags visit, I walked over to the mirror to check my mane. After making sure it was still nice and neat, I grabbed my diaper bag and stood by the door. Dad exited the bathroom soon after, and grabbed our tickets from his bag. Ready to go, we headed off towards the ballpark. Unfortunately, we had to walk because of the crowd.
Twenty minutes later we entered the stadium, having signed many autographs. Our hands were sore when we finally sat down in the second row of section 7, located in left field. Dad and I had gotten lunch on the way, and now carried a barbecue sandwich and a corny dog basket respectively. I leaned back in my chair with a crinkle, blushing lightly as I began to eat.
The Angels had just wrapped up batting practice, and the field was in the process of being cleared. By the time I finished eating, the field had been cleared and a promo for the new Power Rangers Dino Thunder series was underway. Suddenly, a real monster appeared and attacked the actors, scaring everyone to death. I was so surprised by the creature that I completely soaked my diaper.
The actors fled, and suddenly a loud bird-like cry was heard. A massive yellow and white robot Pterodactyl flew over us and the real Dino Thunder rangers jumped off. Landing on the field, they engaged the monster. Thankfully, they subdued it with little trouble, and for once it wasn't resurrected as a giant. Having saved the day again, the Power Rangers returned to the Pterodactyl and flew off.
As the pregame ceremonies returned to normal, I stood up, putting my empty basket under my seat. Taking a quick drink from the souvenir size soda dad and I were sharing, I turned to my father.
"Hey, I'm gonna go change real quick, I'll be back," I said, blushing.
"You wet yourself already?" dad questioned.
"Yeah, that monster caught me by surprise," I answered, rubbing my neck.
"Honestly, I think it caught everyone by surprise," dad responded, chuckling, "Alright, hurry back." I nodded, grabbing the small bag we'd brought and rushing off to the bathroom. The game would start soon, and I didn't want to miss the first pitch because of soggy pants. Once inside the bathroom, I entered a stall and locked it. Pulling down my shorts, I got to work.
Taking off my old diaper, I quickly cleaned up and powdered myself. Putting the bottle of powder back in the bag, I pulled out another custom-made white diaper and taped it on. With my fresh, comfy padding in place, I closed up the bag and pulled on my shorts. Grabbing the dirty diaper and the bag, I exited the stall. After throwing away the diaper, I exited the bathroom and headed back towards the stands in a hurry.
Suddenly, only a few yards from the bathroom door, I was pantsed from behind. My shorts were pulled off my ankles, sending me face-first towards the concrete. I caught myself, however, and sprung back to my feet. Turning around, I came face to face with a tall, human teenager, who grinned down at me.
"Aww, does the widdle baby want his shorts back?" he asked tauntingly. I glared at him.
"Give me my shorts back or I won't be held responsible for your injuries," I threatened. The boy laughed, and tossed my shorts up onto the roof of a nearby concession stand.
"Good luck getting those back," he said, chuckling. Then he walked away. I glared at him as he walked off, controlling my temper and not attacking him. Looking up at the concession stand roof, I thought for a moment. No one seemed to pay me any extra attention at the moment, and if I flew up to get my shorts that would surely change. However, I realized that I had another, less obvious option. Using my old Soleon powers that Mew had stored in my crest, I teleported my shorts from the concession stand roof and into my hands.
Upon retrieving my shorts, I was shocked and appalled at the sight of dust, gum and an unknown substance all over them. Disgusted, I opted not to put them on, walking back to the stands while holding them in my left hand. People noticed my exposed padding as I walked, and some laughed at me. When I finally got back to the seats, dad noticed too.
"Oh no, what happened?" he asked worriedly.
"I ran into a bully…" I pouted, tears in my eyes. Normally I wouldn't act so childish, but this time I just wanted to let it all out. Being bullied and laughed at had taken its toll.
"I'm sorry son…" dad remarked, frowning. Seeing my tears, he picked me up and put me in his lap. I let my shorts and diaper bag fall to the ground as I hugged dad tightly. I began to cry softly into his shoulder, letting my emotions out as he gently stroked my back. I didn't care if I was spotted; I just cried until I couldn't any more. Drying up, I leaned back a little and looked up at dad's face.
"Better?" he asked. I nodded.
"Has the game started yet?" I questioned. Dad shook his head.
"No; they're still cleaning up monster guts," he explained.
"Oh…" I responded. I had been afraid my little incident had made me miss the start of the game.
"Hey, you want an ice cream?" dad asked suddenly, probably trying to cheer me up.
"Yes please!" I answered. Dad smiled and laughed.
"Alright, let's go get you one," he said. Grabbing me, he stood up and carried me into the concession area. Since dad was carrying me, I received fewer laughs and jeers this time around. Instead, it seemed people found me rather cute. Dad walked to the nearest ice cream stand and bought me a helmet sundae with hot fudge on it. I chose a red Rangers helmet because it matched my jersey.
Ice cream in hand, I rode back to the stands in dad's arms. When we got back, I sat in dad's lap and ate my ice cream. The groundskeepers had finally cleaned up the mess left by the monster, and the ballpark announcer was in the middle of announcing the Angels' lineup. Soon he finished, and I waited with bated breath to see who would be starting today's game.
"Batting first, number 5, second baseman Ian Kinsler!" the announcer exclaimed. Fans cheered as Kinsler lined up on the first base line with the rest of the team.
"Batting second, number 1, shortstop Elvis Andrus!" the announcer continued. Like Kinsler before him, Andrus jogged out of the dugout to applause and lined up alongside his teammates.
"Batting third, number 32, Josh Hamilton!" the announcer exclaimed next. Hamilton was met with a deafening roar as he lined up next to Andrus.
"Batting fourth, number 29, Adrian Beltre!" the announcer cried. Beltre received a big pop as well, but not near what Hamilton got.
"Batting fifth, number 10, designated hitter Michael Young!" the announcer continued. The Rangers' long time all-star trotted onto the field to another sizable pop.
"Batting sixth, number 17, right fielder Nelson Cruz!" the announcer exclaimed. Another good pop was heard, including my own cheering. Cruz was my favorite position player. After Cruz, the announcer introduced our catcher, Mike Napoli, our first baseman, Mitch Moreland, and our center fielder, Craig Gentry.
"Tonight's starting pitcher, number 27, Firestorm!" the announcer finished. The crowd responded with a deafening roar that topped even Josh Hamilton's reception. Firestorm, an anthro Sarloos Wolfhound, was the Rangers' new Nolan Ryan so to speak. He'd thrown a perfect game earlier in the season and was moving up the strikeout charts at only 28 years old
With all the players introduced, it was time for the national anthem. Dad stood up, holding me, and removed his cap. Austin and Simon Seville, part of the famous band 'The Chipmunks', sung the national anthem together. The gay couple sounded great together, and received a lot of applause when they finished. Putting his cap back on, dad sat down and put me in his lap. Smiling, I leaned back against him and we began to watch the game together.
Seeing as we were the home team, the other team got to bat first. I didn't know the names of any of their players, except their pitcher C.J. Wilson. He used to be a Ranger. Regardless of their names, the first three batters were sent down looking, swinging and by foul out respectively. The ballpark cheered for Firestorm as he trotted off the field, and then it was time for the Rangers to bat.
The bottom of the first was exactly what the lineup was set up for. Kinsler and Andrus both got on base before Hamilton out-dueled his old teammate and crushed a homer. The blast landed in the upper deck Home Run Porch in right field. I was ecstatic, cheering with dad as the three players rounded the bases. Now up three to nothing, I wasn't too let down to see Beltre, Young and Napoli get out to end the frame.
Moving on to the second inning, Firestorm sent the Angels down 1-2-3 again, off of a fly out and couple forced ground outs. He was then cheered as he left the field again. Leading off the bottom of the second, Mitch Moreland read Wilson like a book, crushing a homer to left. It came close to us, but landed a couple seats over in the hands of an old man. Of course, seeing as my seat was the only one between us, I could clearly see the man holding the ball. Suddenly, he turned to dad and I.
"Hey, you want this ball? I've got no use for it; I think it's better in the hands of a youngster like you," he asked.
"Yes sir," I responded, smiling and trying to be polite and respect my elders.
"Here you go; take good care of it," he responded, smiling. He handed me the ball, which I happily accepted.
"Thanks mister!" I replied. The old man smiled for a moment and then turned his attention back to the ballgame.
"Look dad, I got a home run ball!" I said excitedly, showing dad the ball.
"That's great son!" he responded, smiling and ruffling my mane. Our little celebration over, I leaned back against dad while holding my ball. Gentry stepped to the plate, but sadly grounded out. Kinsler managed to draw a walk, but Wilson got Andrus to ground into a double play to end the inning.
The next three innings were rather boring, because Firestorm continued to shut down the Angels and Wilson finally kept the Rangers from scoring. In the meantime, I was enjoying being with my dad so much that I started calling him daddy again. I knew it was immature, but I couldn't help myself. As we sat through the boring fourth inning, I was surprised to be asked a question.
"Hey son, you want a game program?" daddy asked.
"Sure daddy!" I responded, smiling. Getting a game program was a little tradition we had, and we weren't about to break it today.
"Okay, let's go get one," daddy replied. He stood up, this time letting me walk. Grabbing our souvenir soda, we headed back to the concession area. Once we got up the stairs and out of the seating area, daddy and I held hands so we'd stay together. Walking to the nearest team shop, daddy and I bought a game program for a few dollars. Program in hand, I walked with daddy to the nearest concession stand, where we got our soda refilled.
Daddy and I then returned to our seats, sitting down just as we had before. Leaning back, I let the home run ball rest in my lap while I read the game program. There were some interesting things in the program, but it only lasted so long before I was back to watching the game. Finally the sixth inning arrived, and with it an amazing diving catch by Craig Gentry.
The sixth inning would see Firestorm get a fly out- thanks to Gentry- and then give up a walk to blow the potential perfect game. Coming back strong, he jammed the next batter after a couple of pitches to cause a double play. The Angels continued to shut us down on defense, however, so the game moved on to the seventh.
In the eighth inning, Firestorm retired the side once more, keeping the no hitter alive. The excitement continued in the bottom of the eighth with the Rangers loading the bases. Unfortunately, we were only able to squeeze one run out of it before the Angels' reliever shut us down. Now the game was tenser than ever; we were going to the ninth inning.
"Daddy, Firestorm might get a no-hitter!" I cried excitedly.
"I know; isn't it exciting?" daddy responded, smiling.
"It sure is!" I replied. Turning our attention to the game, we watched Firestorm face the 8, 9 and 1 hitters in the Angels' lineup. The first one flied out in a four-pitch at bat, and Firestorm jammed the second in three pitches to get a ground out. It all came down to the Angels' number 1 hitter, with the game and the no-hitter on the line.
The batter looked at strike one before getting two straight balls. With the count at two and one, Firestorm threw a pitch in the zone that resulted in a foul ball. An erratic pitch later, the count was full. The entire ballpark was on its feet for the next pitch, including daddy. I sat on his shoulders so I could see over the people in front of us.
Firestorm watched for a sign from the catcher, but shook off the first two. Then he got just what he was looking for, nodded, and began his windup.
"Here it goes!" daddy cried.
"Come on Firestorm!" I added. Firestorm released the pitch, which flew towards home plate at astonishing speed. It was a slider, as I would later learn, and it moved in a beautiful, nasty motion. It was the perfect pitch; there was no way the hitter could touch it. He swung anyway, the bat missing the ball big time.
"STRIKE THREE, YOU'RE OUT!" the umpire cried. The fans unleashed a deafening roar of applause, and the entire Rangers team stormed the mound. You'd have thought they'd won the World Series the way they were celebrating.
"He did it!" I exclaimed.
"He sure did," daddy responded, smiling.
"Time for fireworks!" I added, excitedly. As if on cue, some fireworks erupted from behind the center field scoreboard.
"Okay, that was kinda cool," daddy admitted. Just then, the announcer instructed all fans to clear the outfield stands and move to the infield area for Friday Night Fireworks. Since we were in the outfield, daddy and I would have to move. Putting my home run ball in my diaper bag, I went to grab my game program. Daddy grabbed it instead, and then we held hands as we walked over to the infield part of the ballpark.
Standing where we could see, daddy and I watched the amazing fireworks show. It was quite a spectacle, with fireworks in all shapes, colors and sizes. While I watched, I leaned against daddy's leg while one of his arms held me close. This was exactly the kind of father-son time I had longed for; this weekend was certainly coming to fruition.
Once the fireworks ended, daddy slung my diaper bag onto one shoulder before picking me up and setting me down behind his head. I held on tight like a good little boy, and smiled as we walked back to the hotel. As we walked, the fans that usually clamored for autographs asked for photos instead. We stopped quite a few times, and by the time we got to the hotel I'd have sworn we'd taken 50 pictures.
Daddy put me down outside the hotel, and we walked together to our room. Closing the door, we sighed in relief. Finally we'd get some rest. Leaning up against the door, I looked up at daddy. He got a mischievous grin on his face, which had me worried.
"Bath time!" he exclaimed. He grabbed me before I could move a muscle, and tickled me so I couldn't escape. I giggled hysterically, flailing about in a futile attempt at escaping. Daddy put me in the tub and then helped me take off my shirt, jersey and admittedly wet diaper. Now that I was naked, daddy filled up the tub and began scrubbing me clean. I giggled as the soap suds and daddy's scrubbing tickled my fur.
Eventually I was covered in soap suds, so daddy had me roll over and rinse off in the water. Now that I was squeaky clean, daddy picked me up and wrapped me in a towel before hugging me. I hugged back, feeling happier than I'd been in a long time. Daddy then set me down, helping me dry off. Then he had me lay down on the ground, at which point he powdered me and taped on a fresh diaper.
"Okay son, brush your teeth and you'll be all ready for bed," daddy said.
"Okay daddy!" I responded. I walked happily out of the bathroom, daddy closing the door behind me so he could take a shower. Stepping over to the sink, which was right outside the bathroom, I grabbed my toothbrush and got to work. Two minutes later, I finished brushing my pearly whites. Rinsing my toothbrush, I smiled in the mirror and admired my handiwork. Putting away my toothbrush, I walked over to the room's lone Queen Bed and climbed on top of it.
With my fur all squeaky clean, the sheets felt extra soft. Being in bed had me in a state of ecstasy, and I had no doubt that getting to sleep would be easy. Not but a minute or two after I got in bed, daddy got out of the shower. Dressing and brushing his teeth, he soon joined me under the sheets. I snuggled up to him immediately, smiling happily.
"Did you have fun today son?" daddy asked.
"A lot of fun daddy!" I responded, smiling and hugging him. He chuckled, wrapping an arm around me and giving me a squeeze.
"I'm glad you did. Settle down now, time for bed," he replied. I nodded, snuggling up under his arm and coming to rest in a comfy position.
"Good night daddy," I remarked.
"Good night son," he replied.