From all around the little white unicorn, the proximal sounds of some familiar voices echoed through her dreams and prompted her to awaken. With a slight flicker of her eyes and a gentle yawn, the filly emerged from her sleep. Slumped up comfortably against Fluttershy like she was a comfy pillow.
“Ooh.” Fluttershy smiled, glancing over at her friend before she looked back at her little filly. With a big smile on her face, she ran a hoof through Sweetie Belle’s curly pretty purple hair. “Ooh, I think the baby is waking up.”
Rarity excitedly leaned closer to the caretaker and foal enamored by the sight of her little sister in her state of foal hood. “Awe, she’s so cute!” the white unicorn praised, watching as Sweetie Belle struggled to open her eyes fully, “You really are a miracle worker with foals, you know?”
Still too drowsy to comprehend her situation, Sweetie Belle continued snuggling up to the motherly mare as her thoughts caught up with reality.
“Ah ah ah Rarity.” Fluttershy objected, continuing to look into her foal’s sleepy amethyst eyes with a warm smile on her face, “Sweetie may be playing as a foal, but she’s the same big filly as when she came here.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” Rarity conceded, reaching out a hoof. Setting it on her sister’s back she drug it through the filly’s white silky fur like she were a puppy. “Ooh, it’s just so nice to see her so content being swaddled. Celestia knows she’s been bouncing off the walls since the moment she could walk on all fours.”
“Heh, well Sweetie Belle is certainly a handful. But only cause I like to make her days feel extra special.” Fluttershy cooed, watching as her little one’s look of disillusion turn into a happy little grin.
Leaning in a bit, Rarity reached out a hoof and gently combed it through her little sister’s curly purple mane. “Ooh, is that right? Do you like being Fluttershy’s special foal?” she asked in a cheery manner.
The white filly’s face lit up very slightly as she listened to her sister’s patronizing comments. Defensively she spouted, “Noooo!”
“Yeah, of course she doesn’t.” Fluttershy played along with her little one’s claim, hugging the little unicorn closer to her chest and planting a big smootch on the filly’s forehead, “Sweetie Belle is much too big to like foal things.”
“Yeah.” Sweetie Belle reaffirmed, half sticking her tongue out at her sister as she was lifted in the air by her caretaker. A bit surprised by the sudden elevation, she soon realized that Fluttershy had stood up.
Wanting to return to her former conversation with her friend, Fluttershy hopped off the couch with Sweetie Belle still supported against her chest with a single hoof. “As I was saying though Rarity, I’m sure Sweetie Belle has been enjoying the foal treatment.”
Rarity sat back against the couch, content with the sight in front of her. “Well, I can defiantly see that. I figured she’d be alright with you spoiling her a little. But clearly you’ve spoiled her to a whole other level.”
Sweetie Belle glanced over at her sister as she was lifted up by her under hooves, then glanced over at her caretaker. To her surprise, both Rarity and Fluttershy retained a similar leer as she was lowered into some sort of contraption which kept her backside suspended a meter above the ground and a 360 degree tray keeping her hooves from doing much other than resting or playing with a few mounted toys.
“W-what is this?” The filly asked, kicking her legs a little, causing the contraption to bounce up and down in a manner akin to a bobble head. Confused, she curiously batted a pair of colorful plastic key’s with her hoof.
Rarity interjected, a little proud of her foal-sitting knowledge. “Ooh that? That’s a foal-walker Sweetie Belle.”
Fluttershy similarly smiled at the filly, impressed by Rarity’s answer. “Mmmhmm.” She hummed, walking up to the play-thing. Giving the filly a warm grin, she flipped a little safety switch on the side of the contraption. “It’s to help keep little active foals’ hooves having fun, while grownups do boring grown up stuff.”
“R-really?” Sweetie Belle asked, half focused on Fluttershy’s answer as she tilted her head to the side. Perplexed by a simplified speechless Simon-says contraption on her walker’s tray. Her mouth went agape.
“Yeah.” Fluttershy replied, happy to see Sweetie Belle’s attention so quickly swayed. “Well, feel free to explore the living room and play all you want. Just be sure to stay where Rarity or I can see you.” She said, before turning her back to her foal.
Rarity snickered a little, “Heh, well that was easy wasn’t it?”
“Heh, yeah it is.” Fluttershy smiled, hopping back on her little green couch. Fairly well balanced, the mare slumped back a little into the couch cushion. “I think you misunderstand children Rarity.”
“Huh, whatever do you mean?” Rarity asked, similarly slumping back in the couch’s cushions, a little confused by her friend’s inniuation, “Why, I’ve had more foal sitting experience than you have.”
Smirking a little, Fluttershy consoled her friend. “Well I’m not talking about your foal sitting skills Rarity, I just mean your comprehension.” She said, pointing a hoof over at Sweetie Belle.
Sweetie Belle meanwhile, continued to idly hop off the ground every few seconds in a somewhat subconscious manner. As her actual thought process kept her forehooves busy solving a simplistic but still hard to navigate tracking toy.
“See Rarity. Little fillies, colts, and even adults ponies aren’t very different from foals.” Fluttershy argued, as she and her friend stared at the little white unicorn like she was a specimen of sorts. “If you put something new in front of any pony, if they’re interested they’re going to want their curiosity fulfilled.”
“Hmm?” Rarity questioned, resting her hoof on her chin as she continued to glance over at her admittedly foalish looking younger sister.
Fluttershy continued to beam in a proud manner. “See Rarity, I didn’t do anything to make Sweetie Belle want to ‘be younger’. I just gave her the opportunity to explore a side of youth uh- or infancy that’s so taboo for fillies and colts her age to cling to. So, when I offered a comforting supporting environment for her explore acting like a foal again. She really got into it.”
“Oooh.” Rarity said, rather amused by her friend’s sentiments. “I guess that makes sense. Although, I don’t think she was particularly discouraged from being a foal growing up. In fact, she was very coddled growing up.”
“Well I wouldn’t doubt it, but the point still remains true.” Fluttershy replied.
Rarity raised an eyebrow, “What? How so?”
Stifling a laugh, Fluttershy watched as her little filly’s tongue stuck out innocently at the sight of her tracking toy’s second puzzle. “Heh. Rarity, the focal point is all fillies, colts, and even adult ponies desire to natured to some degree. I’m just presenting Sweetie Belle with a special safe space for her to fulfill that lingering desire of hers. It just so happens that space to her is foal hood, you know?”
Smirking a little, the white mare relucatantly nodded her head. “Hmm, well that’s an interesting way to put it. I guess it hasn’t done her any harm.”
Sweetie Belle smiled, successfully moving one plastic square from one side of her tracker toy’s track to the other. Excited, she hopped up and down in the kind of low gravity manner the gizmo let her. “Fluttershy, Fluttershy! I did it!”
“Ooh, good filly!” Fluttershy patronized, seemingly ignoring Rarity as she stood up on the couch and flashed her little one a big smile.
Smirking coyly herself, Rarity snickered at the sight. “Heh, well at least Sweetie Belle isn’t launching herself in a big sling shot or something.” She said, standing up herself “You have my contact Fluttershy, just call me over if you need me.” Hopping off the couch, she landed on the hard wood floor and idly paced over to her little sister.
Sweetie Belle puckered her lips a bit and looked up curiously at her sister as came closer.
“You behave yourself sweetie butt.” Rarity teased, planting a kiss on the filly’s forehead.
“Heh, okee. Bye Rarity!” Sweetie Belle cheered, waving her hoof with a shameless enthusiasm, “I’ll see you later!”
Taking her spot infront of the baby walker, Fluttershy sat her rump on the ground and watched as the fashionista made her way out the front door. “Huh, I’m surprised to see her leave so soon. The tea hadn’t even warmed up on the kettle.”
“Hehe!” Sweetie Belle smiled, playfully continuing to bounce up and down in her walker, “Maybe she doesn’t wanna get wrapped up all the foal play.”
“Heh, maybe.” Fluttershy nodded, peaking behind at Rarity then looking towards Sweetie Belle. Looking down at the filly with a slight smirk she teased her, “Or maybe she just didn’t want to get caught having to change a stinky diaper.”
“Heyyyy!” Sweetie Belle whined, sticking her tongue out playfully at her caretaker. “I didn’t poop myself!”
Fluttershy giggled, gesturing with her head for her foal to follow her. “Maybe not yet.” She teased, “Now come on, I got to get the kettle off the oven and if you walk well I’ll grab you cookie!”
“Eek, a cookie?” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, doing a quick succession of hops, then toddled her way over to the caretaker pushing the heavy plastic contraption with her all the while.
A grin grew across Fluttershy’s face as she walked into the kitchen. “My my my, someone’s a little pro in her walker, isn’t she?” She rhetorically asked, flipping the switch off on her oven’s element. Pacing over to a white pot, she popped off the top and reached in.
Sweetie Belle, smiled. “Ooh, so that’s where you keep your cookies.”
Pulling her hoof out, Fluttershy raised an eyebrow at the jar. Her puzzled expression soon turned a dazed at the realization. “Oooh, yeah. I forgot it said ‘cookie jar’ on the front. I suppose it’s a little hard for you to see when you’re not in your walker.”
Wagging her tail back and forth, the white filly stared up excitedly at the rainbow sprinkle covered treat that was held just a nudge above her head.
“Well. Actually, hold on a second.” Fluttershy said, setting the cookie down on the walker’s sterile white tray. Reaching her hooves out, she picked up her little filly by the under hooves and helped her out of her walker, setting her down on her diapered tushie on the kitchen’s hard tile floor.
“Better.” Fluttershy smiled handing over the cookie, “Now, if you get any crumb-bums anywhere. I can just sweep them up later.
Contently, Sweetie Belle looked up at Fluttershy with wide eyed cheerful expression as she nommed her soft-cake cookie.
Fluttershy gushed a little, looking at her filly’s big magenta eyes. “Awe, Sweetie Belle. Who like her cookie?”
“Meeee!” Sweetie cheered, waggling her tail like an excited puppy.
“Heh, I bet.” Looking down at the little filly’s head and barrel. “Ooh, what do you want to do today? We could spend some time on swing set or garden, or maybe do a puzzle, or I we could do hoofsie painting. Ooh, you know what?”
“What?” Sweetie asked, looking down at her hoof. Gently, she licked what little vanilla icing was left over from her cookie.
Fluttershy looked up in the air as if to avoid direct eye contact with her filly. “Weeeelll.” She looked down, “If you wanted to be a brave filly, I could take you up to the store in your stroller.” She looked right at her filly with a small grin, “We’re kinda short on cow milk, plus if you come we could get you your very own foal dolly. I’ve got plenty of clothes, just- well, no dolly.”
Sweetie Belle, surprisingly continued to smile. “Really? That sounds like fun!”
“Really?” Fluttershy sounded, rising an eyebrow. Smiling subtly, she nodded. “Well, that’s good! It’ll give us something to do and it’ll give me an excuse to put you a little outfit.”
“An outfit?” Sweetie Belle questioned, a little confused by her Fluttershy’s comment.
Walking up to the little filly, Fluttershy picked her up by the under hooves and brought her into a cradle against her body. “Well yeah silly.” She smiled, pushing the baby walker back into the kitchen with her one free hoof.
Sweetie Belle blinked, tilting her head to the side- not that Fluttershy could see her. “Why, though?” she asked, hugging her little hooves around the mare’s neck.
“Cause Sweetie…” Fluttershy said, pushing the walker to the side and using her one free hoof- the one that wasn’t supporting Sweetie Belle’s bottom, to support her head. “Aside from you technically being a big filly. I hate to flaunt foals around wearing nothing but a diaper. At the best, the baby doesn’t have an accident and they just look like they’re wearing cheap undies-“ Fluttershy said, patiently pacing up the stairs, “The silly filly diapers that is; cloth diapers aren’t AS bad. But at worst, the diapers get used and all saggy, then it’s an aesthetic problem and a sanitary one.”
“Heh, this must really be a pet peeve of yours.” Sweetie Belle said, closing her eyes and contently resting her head in the nook between Fluttershy’s chin and neck.
Fluttershy giggled, walking up to her foal’s nursery. “Heh, not exactly. I just deal with a lot of baby animals who have to wear diapers indoors. So- well you see how the problem is the same with little fillies and colts.”
“Yeah.” Sweetie Belle smiled, as they approached the wardrobe. For a brief second, she was lifted in the air then gently set down on her carpeted ground.
“Heh, however…” Fluttershy paused, opening the wardrobe’s big wooden door. She dug inside and pulled out just what she was hoping for, “That’s not to say- I don’t appreciate a good diaper cover.”
Looking up Sweetie Belle smiled at the sight of the pants above her. “Woah- they’re kind cute!” She said happily.
“Right?” Fluttershy questioned, sticking her hooves into the pink-diaper cover’s leg holes. She playfully stretched them off, turning them 180 degrees to show off the white ruffles on the back. “They’re 100% foalish and 100% stylish. Now, we just gotta find you a bonnet…
Reaching into her wardobe, Fluttershy reached into the closet and pulled out a big white bonnet with a white flowery trim. “Here Sweetie, look in the mirror.” Fluttershy said, pointing her hoof towards the reflective piece of glass. “Now, I just gotta do a little tugging.” She said, pushing back Sweetie floofy purple locks, and snuggly wrapped the bonnet around her filly’s head, tugging the strings underneath her chin.
“Hmm?” Sweetie Belle questioned, tilting her head back in forth in the mirror, as she starred at herself. While her diaper cover did only emphasize the way her diaper flared around her backside. The bonnet did do a good job covering her hair.
“See? Mommashy knows what she’s doing.” Fluttershy boasted, gently adjusting the strings as she tied them in a knot. “Once we get you in the stroller, you shouldn’t garner much attention anyway. A filly your age isn’t a whole lot bigger than a filly half your age.” She said, looking down at the girl then her eyes went wide. “Ooh, gimme a sec- I just thought of something.”
Sweetie Belle turned her head, watching as her aunt zipped out then showed back up a minute later. This time returning with her floral themed diaper bag in her mouth.
“Uah-“ The sun-coloured mare sounded, letting the thing flop to the ground. Reaching inside, she pulled up a bit of cover-gel and approached the foal. “I almost forgot, you have a cutie mark now.”
“Yeah- hey!” Sweetie Belle yelped, uncomfortably fidgeting as her caretaker spread the cream across her sensitive colourful skin.
Fluttershy grimaced, a little uncomfortable as she covered her filly’s mark. “Ooh, I know it’s a little ouchie Sweetie Belle. But it’ll keep you from being found out.”
Sweetie Belle took a deep breath. “Oooh, you know I could always just go out without a diaper and everything. “
Smirking, the sun-coloured mare nodded. “It’s up to you Sweetie Belle. Although there’s another cookie in it for you if you play along.”
Puckering her eyebrows, a little, the little white filly looked down at her diaper and back at herself in the mirror. Sighing, she smiled a little. “O-okay. Deal.”
“Heh, I thought so.” Fluttershy smiled, rubbing a hoof loving up and down the filly’s back. “Now remember, if anyone tries talking to you. Just respond with babbles and leg kicks. Your secret is safe as long as no one connects the dots. Besides, it’s a Tuesday morning. I’m sure no one is in the shopping center.”
***
Sweetie Belle smiled, looking up at the store’s ceiling tiles from the cozy confines of her stroller. Sticking her hoof up to her mouth, she wrapped her lips around it licking it a little. Truthfully, especially with the the way her stroller tilted her backwards, she almost wished she had her binky- or maybe even her baba. Just something to calm her down enough to turn her drowsiness to a relaxing nap. But, she knew she was supposed to pick out her toy.
But, as that was still a little while’s away as Fluttershy was stuck conversating at the dairy booth with her friend.
“Oh my, only ten bits for a gallon. Why thank you Greta.” The sun coloured mare gushed, enamored by her friend’s discount.
Smiling back, the Holstien Fresien cow nodded. “Ooh, it’s no problem at all. I do make the product after all and I’ve been lactating a lot more ever since my little ones have gotten a bit bigger.”
Responding with a similarly charmed expression, the motherly mare titled her head to the side. “Ooh yeah! How are little Billy and Lily?”
“They’re doing fine!” The cow responded, picking up the jug of milk and setting it on top of the glass counter that divided the two. “I mean, I guess I should expect it with them being twins and all. But they’re both a little big for their age. In fact, Billy is actually starting to get good at walking. So, I’ve had to set up play-pen fences around the house and you know what a hassle that is.”
“Oh, why yes I do. I’ve taken care of many cows before.” She giggled happily, “The real problem is when they get upset and charge you.”
The cow nodded, “Heh, I definetly know that feeling. I guess it’s a bit easier for to deal with than a mare like yourself though.”
From one ear Sweetie Belle’s passive listening picked up a single phrase, ‘Who’s the little one you’re taking care of today?’
“Ohh, my baby?” Fluttershy asked, playfully scooting her bulky black and pink stroller back and forth. “She’s just a friend’s sister I’m watching over for the summer.”
“Hmm, how come?” The cow asked, flaring her ear in a perky manner.
Fluttershy smiled, picking the milk up from the counter and set it down in the basket underneath the stroller’s seat. “Oh you know, she’s a bit of a late bloomer and needed a sitter that could be a little more supportive over the summer.” She simpered, opening up Sweetie Belle’s diaper bag. Pulling out eleven bits, she set it on the counter. “The extra bit is a tip. I’m not exactly sure if I’m gonna feed her my milk yet, so I might be picking up milk a little more frequently than usual.”
The cow pawed the bits to her side of the counter with a small nod. “Ooh, well thank you.” She answered, waving her hoof. “If you ever need any baby clothes, feel free to talk to me. Celestia knows my little one’s are outgrowing them a mile a minute.”
“Will do.” Fluttershy responded, turning her back to her friend. Merrily, she clip clopped her hooves down the isle ways. “What a nice cow.”
“Wait- can I try your milk?” Sweetie Belle blurted out in a regular tone of voice.
Fluttershy’s eyes opened wide as she looked all around her. Thankfully, there was no pony nearby. She stopped the cart and walked ahead enough to look at Sweetie. Wrinkling her nose, she smirked. “Oh wow. I was going to say to not use big girl words. But, do you needa change?”
Sweetie blushed a little, “Not exactly, but I kinda have to go.”
“Can you hold it?” Fluttershy asked, a little concerned.
“I-I think so.” Sweetie Belle nodded, not particularly concerned with it. She watched as Fluttershy back up again. “Wai- binky?” she questioned in a more foalish tone, trying not blow her cover.
Holding back a chuckle, the motherly mare nodded. “Ooh, you want your binky?” She asked, trailing to the back of the stroller. Opening up the diaper bag she pulled out a sizably pink butterfly-guard pacifier. “Here you go lovey.” She cooed, coming back and sticking it in her foal’s mouth.
Contently, Sweetie Belle fell back into her seat comfortable underneath the safety of her safety straps and the warmth of summer air. Grinning underneath the guard of her pacifier, she watched as Fluttershy pushed her down the mostly empty isles of the quiet grocery store.
“Ooh, lovey. Does someone like her little buggy?” Fluttershy asked, amused by the quiet suckling she could hear from behind the awning of her foal’s stroller. “I dunno about you, but this thing is a lot more comfortable to use than a store trolly.
As Sweetie Belle’s head was far too nestled in the plushie confines her buggy’s head pillow and her lips were far too occupied subtly suckling the big rubber nipple in her mouth. She nodded simply nodded in a rather dazed manner.
“Well, I think this just a lovey time to…” Sweetie heard, then black out.
***
“Ooh, sorry Sweetie Belle.” Fluttershy apologized, tugging her baby’s bonnet forward just enough to cover up her big glassy foal eyes.
"Awhhh.” Sweetie Belle yawned stretching her tiny hooves in the air and she wiggled her back a little. Slightly uncomfortable on the hard wooden surface she was laying on she asked, “Where are we?”
Fluttershy smirked a little, gently tugging the ruffled diaper cover off her filly’s legs. “Ooh, we’re just on the outskirts between Ponyville and the Evergreen Forest.” Grabbing the tapes of her little filly’s diaper she tugged them off.
“Huh?” She questioned, confused about the commotion going on around her butt. “Wait- did I have an accident?”
The motherly mare nodded. “Heh, oh did you ever! I’m not sure exactly when you did it.” She panned, causally lifting up her little one’s backside up. “But, when I went up to buy your doll and a couple of other things. I had some started talking to a stallion friend of mine and being a father himself, he was quick to point out that you were a stinky butt.”
“Oooh no!” Sweetie Belle’s face lit up a bright shade of red as she covered her face with her white hooves. “That’s so embrassing!”
Fluttershy slowly pulled her baby’s dirty diaper off her equally dirtied backside and casually wrapped it in a ball. “What? It’s not like anybody knew who you were.” She consoled as she pulled out a few wipes and began casually cleaning her backside, “You’re a foal now Sweetie Belle. You basically live to eat, have fun, look cute, and poop yourself.”
Sweetie Belle groaned at the comment, “Ooh, my gosh. Don’t say that.” She said, not willing to live up to her shame. “It’s not like I’m even a real foal though.”
“Heh, I dunno Sweetie Belle.” Fluttershy teased, picking up her baby powder. Twisting the cap, she poured on a plentiful amount, not particularly caring how much got on her baby’s backside. “I mean, I’m no doctor. But you did- well you know- in your sleep.”
“I’m notta baby!” Sweetie Belle pouted, frowning in a somewhat genuine manner.
Fluttershy smirked. “Ooh, I’m sorry dear.” She cooed in an enduring manner. She tucked the baby powder away and pulled a diaper that was loose from its pack out of the diaper bag. Lifting up her foal’s backside, she pushed it underneath her. “I’ll tell you what dear. You’ve been a really good tonight. How about after dinner, we have a bit of cake?”
Sweetie Belle wanted to keep huffing, but the offer was too good. With a slight hopeful smile on her face, she nodded.
“That’s my big filly.” Fluttershy praised her foal. Bringing the diaper in-between her legs she then taped the sides snuggly around her waist. Lifting the diaper cover up in the air, she laced each one of Sweetie Belle’s little hooves through their respective leg holes and tugged the ruffled pants up her hatches and over her backside.
As Sweetie laid with her tummy up to the sun, a part of her wanted cover herself from the baking heat, but the other part enjoyed being warm outdoors.
“Comfy?” Fluttershy smiled, reaching her hoof over. She very slowly brushed the fuzzy hair on her filly’s white tummy.
With a slight smirk on her face, Sweetie Belle nodded. She was pretty comfy.
"Mmm... come here." Fluttershy cohersed the girl, lifting her diapered tuckis up on her lap. She reached out her arms and bright the child into a loving embrace, wrapping her hooves around the girl tight. "Ooh, it's such a pretty day out Sweetie." She said, looking past her filly and towards the town and it's long winding dirt trail. She took in a deep breath, circulating the sunny day air through her nose and mouth, happy to live in such a lush-green slice of rural life.
Sweetie Belle meanwhile, humbly rested her head on her Fluttershy's chest. Her cheek brushed up against her floofy yellow fur. Taking breath herself, she melted in her caretaker's arms. "Yeah- I'm definitely comfy."
"So am I Sweetie Belle." The mare reaffirmed, stairing into the grassy border of the colorful wooden township, "So am I."