Gripping the wax crayon with her nimble fingers, Scootaloo pressed it down on her colouring book’s half-finished page. “You know, maybe sometimes I don’t wanna be a baby. Maybe, I just want to be a normal teenager with normal hobbies and normal consequences.” She frustrately spouted as she focused on coloring in a vine of ivy on her page.
Standing across the room with her arms folded, the aunt watched amused as she her niece squirmed from side to side on her diapered seat. “Oooh, hush. You’re just cranky cause I won’t let you tantrum your way out of this punishment.”
“Nooo!” Scootaloo argued, continuing to press the yellowish-green crayon hard against the page. “I-I just think that not wearing pants as a punishment is a little below me. I-I’m not actually a baby after all.”
“Heh, is that so?” Fluttershy nonchalantly added, as she took a seat in the arm chair right beside the couch. Getting comfortable in her seat, she leaned back with a prideful grace. “Well, I’ll tell you what. If you’re really such a big girl, you’ll take the big girl punishment.”
Continuing to diligently fill in the many white spaces of the twisty forest ivy, the girl couldn’t help but ask. “What’s the ‘big girl’ punishment?”
Glancing down at her bare knees, the woman smirked, “Heh. 50 spanks, no dinner, and an early bedtime. It’d be inappropriate to make a girl walk around in nothing but her undies. But, it’d also be inappropriate for me to let you off the hook.”
Dropping her crayon, the girl puckered her lips. “I-If I do all that stuff can I wear my regular underwear and pants and stuff.?”
Leaning back in her seat, Fluttershy leaned her head to the side. “Yeeeeeeah. But, you’d have to be in bed by eight AND you’d be giving up on your dinner tonight.” She said, looking over at the girl in a tempting manner, “and tonight I was going to buy you pizza.”
“Pizza?” Scootaloo questioned, practically bouncing on her seat like a loaded spring. Turning her whole body to face Fluttershy, she let herself half collapse on the couch as she stared up at the women. “I’d actually really like that.”
Reaching her hand out, Fluttershy experimentally brushed her hand through her little one’s purple pixie cut. “Heh, I thought you might. I take it you’re hungry if you’re THAT eager to eat.”
Smirking a little, Scootaloo couldn’t help but feel a little silly for having her head pet like a dog- even if she didn’t ask for it. “You know for such a healthy woman, you do eat a lot of pizza, don’t you?” she asked crassly.
“Heyyy Scootaloo.” The woman sang, reaching her hands out and hoisting her little girl up by the underarms. Setting her down on her lap, she began passively bouncing her up and down on her thigh. “I’m also a single woman. Single women love pizza.” She jested, “Besides. If you really don’t want pizza. I could always make myself a sandwich and you could have strained peas or something.”
“Noooooooooo.” Scootaloo conceded, clinging to her aunt as the bouncing settled her. Resting her temple on Fluttershy’s shoulder, she continued to plea, “I was just curious is all. Pleeeeeeease get us pizza.”
“Hmmm” Fluttershy sounded as she continued to lightly bounce the girl on her lap, as if she’d really change her dinner plans. “Well, I guess I’ll still get pizza if you’re really good.” She said, wrapping her arm around the girl and hugging her
Leaning into the hug, Scootaloo kept her arms to her side as she let herself be embraced. “Thaaannky.” She sang, trying hard not to look overly desperate for her dinner.
Letting go of the child, she continued to passively bounce her on her lap. “So, the real question is, are you hungry enough to eat or not? I mean we can’t wait that much longer because of your bed time and everything. I don’t like sending little ones to bed right after their dinner you know?”
“Bedtime? It’s only like- six o’clock.” Scootaloo questioned as she crawled off her aunt’s lap and back onto the couch like a kitten. Plopping her diapered seat down on the nearby cushion, she leaned back on the couch and peered over at the clock.
Rolling her eyes, Fluttershy stood up and stretched her arms high in the air. Holding back the urge to yawn, she covered her mouth with her left hand and pulled down her t-shirt with the other. “Oooh, you know bedtime is nine on weekdays.” She said, pacing towards the door.
“What, nine o’clock? But that’s so early!” Scootaloo whined, hopping off of the couch and toddling over to the aunt. Still a little uncomfortable with the sensation of walking around with no pants to hold up her still dry diaper, she unconscionably grabbed onto the back of the thing’s elastic waist band.
Grabbing her girl’s neoplotian coloured diaper bag from beside the front door, she began passively sorting around to check for her phone and wallet. “Oooh hush.” She said, dropping her smartphone into the thing’s unzipped top. “If you’re going to be my baby you need structure in your life, sweetie.” She said, lending out a hand to her little one.
Taking a deep and somewhat dejected breath, Scootaloo shyly grabbed her aunt’s hand as she watched her open the front door. “Yeah, b-but nine is soooo early. Wait- are we going somewhere?” She asked, a little concerned by the sudden realization she was standing in front of an open door in nothing but her t-shirt and diaper.
“Oh shoot.” Fluttershy vocalized, as she slipped on her own sandals. “I forgot to get you into your shoesies, didn’t I?” She chimed, breaking free of her niece’s grip on her hand. Crouching down on her knees she began unbaling the ankle socks her niece was wearing earlier.
“But Fluttershy, I’m way more concerned about the whole naked in public thing than my shoes. Do I have to go?” she asked, watching impatiently as her left foot was lifted in the air.
Fluttershy kept quiet as he dressed her niece’s foot in a sock and then her trainer respectively, trying not to dignify such an obvious remark. By the time she had moved onto the girl’s right foot, Scootaloo was visibly more frustrated than before.
“Fluttershy!” Scootaloo whined pathetically, throwing her arms down a little in protest.
“Hey, stand still.” The aunt insisted as she fastened the last velco strap of Scootaloo’s shoe.
Puckering her expression, the child indignantly stomped her foot on the ground. “Fluttershy! I’m not gonna go outside with no pants on.”
Wrapping her little one’s diaper bag around her shoulder, she stood up once again and offered herhand to Scootaloo. “Please, Scootaloo. You’re a baby, remember? You wouldn’t be out of place wearing only a diaper in public. Besides, I’m not going to take you inside the shop like that. I just can’t leave you here.”
“What? Why can’t you leave me here?” Scootaloo questioned brazenly, as she stared at the drizzly gray forest-scape in front of her.
“Cause.” Fluttershy said, reaching over and grabbing her little by the hand again. “I can’t have a curious baby toddling around and getting into stuff they’re not supposed to. Why, if there was an emergency, I wouldn’t be back for ATLEAST thirty minutes.” The woman sardonically teased, pacing out into the misty twilight landscape of her front yard.
At half her aunt’s size and with a quarter of her strength, the child couldn’t help but budge forward as her aunt continued at the door. To her surprise, it was a lot cooler than she was expecting.
All around her, the formerly pale blades of grass and ivy vines were tinted a darker shade of green and covered in the glossy coat of rain. The earth and pavement on the ground weresaturated. All above her, thousands and thousands of leaves were swaying and collapsing under the weight of the dying shower.
“Ooh dear, it is a little muddy out here.” Fluttershy said, trying her best to lead Scootaloo on the highest ground she could put her on. Letting go of her girl’s hand for just a moment, she opened the back of her Tesla and offered both of her hands to the girl. “Come here baby.”
“But.” Scootaloo whined, looking up at her aunt with a slightly disgruntled expression on her face, “I-I don’t wannnnna outside of the house in nothing but a diaper! Also I kinda hafta pee.” She finished nonchalantly.
Smirking a little, Fluttershy reached forward and lifted her little one up by the underarms, hoisting her in the air like she was a crain. Setting the girl snuggly onto the car seat, she began silently assembling the harness as she heard nothing.
“Fluttershy!” Scootaloo pouted, kicking her legs childishly as the safety tray was lowered over her lap.
“Heh, relax Scooty Booty.” She said, reaching her hand out and condescendingly patting her niece’s head. “You’ve got nothing to care about.” She said, backing up and shutting the rear-seat door.
Laying her head back on her car seat’s cushy turquois pillow, Scootaloo took a deep breath as she waited for Fluttershy to climb in her seat. There was a part of her that wanted to push the tray up and undo her seatbelt, but she didn’t want to risk her dinner.
Climbing onto her seat, the woman tossed her little one’s diaper bag onto the passenger seat then shut her door with an audible grunt. Grabbing her car’s buckle, she drug it across her chest and secured it. “Okay.” She said, looking into the rear-view mirror as she started the ignition “Comfy?”
“Nooo!” Scootaloo fussed, continuing to kick her legs in a somewhat floaty manner. “I told you, I didn’t want to go out without pants, cause I gotta pee! What happens if I have to get out of the car?” she asked, clutching her thighstogether.
“Oh hush, Scootaloo.” Fluttershy interjected, reaching forward to adjust the car’s AC to something a little bit warmer. Looking over at the bag crowding the leather interior of her car, she began to unzip it. “I might be a meanie butt when it comes to punishments, but I’m not a monster.” She said, pulling out a pair of pink polka-dot shorts.
Puckering her eyebrows, Scootaloo contemplated the garment being held in front of her. She still wanted to complain about being dragged out of the house in nothing but her pampers. But, it was obvious that her aunt at least knew what she was doing. “Y-you win this round.” She muttered, crossing her arms.
“Hehe, that’s what I thought.” She said, tucking away Scootaloo’s shorts. Digging back into the bag, she pulled out a small pacifier pouch with a pattern similar floral design and began rummaging through it. “Ah, there it is.” The womensaid, pulling up a big turquois pacifier with an orange handle on it. Turning back to face the rear seat, she offered it to the little one, “Here you go, stinky pants.”
“Stinky pants?” Scootaloo questioned, picking the pacifier, “But, I didn’t ‘use’ my diaper.”
With a gleeful expression on her face, the women turned her attention back to operating her car and began to peel out the driveway. “Oh, reeeeallly?” She questioned, switching the transmission to drive. Glancing back into the rearview mirror, she teased the girl, “With that expression on your face I figured you went poopy.”
Pouting even more overdramatically, Scootaloo kicked her legs some more, “Noooo! I just needa pee!”
Fluttershy, who was increasingly more focused on her driving than her impatient niece, rolled her eyes. “Stinky butt, if you need to use your diaper, then use your diaper silly.”
“Quit calling me stinky butt!” Scootaloo whined, covering her face with her small hands.
“Heh, okay I’ll stop with the name calling.” The aunt complied, not wanting to blush her little one into another tantrum. Moving one of her hands over to the stereo dial, she began to turn the volume up. “But, please settle down now. You’ve still got your car blanky right next to you if it’ll make going for you easier.”
Scootaloo looked up at the car’s overhead speakers as the soft rock on the radio progressively got louder and louder. Glancing out the window, she watched as the car gradually pulled off the freeway, splitting into a separatestretch of road like it were a split in the river. Accepting her situation, she shyly turned her knuckle so that her pacifier’s rubber nipple pointed towards her lips, then stuck its pompous bulb in her mouth.
Bunching her rainbow-coloured microfleece blanket into a bundle, she hugged it endearingly like it were a plushie of sorts. She leaned her head back up against the head rest and tilted her head to the side enough to get clear view of her side window- they were rolling up to the first intersection of their trip. Taking a deep breath behind the guard of her pacifier, she spread her legs just slightly. Squinting her eyes, she flinched her thigh a little as she felt a warmth spread across her backside. Icky.
Continuing to glance out the window, Scootaloo couldn’t help but sink into her pedestal like seat as she watched the world blur around her. The hundreds of street lights speckling and flickering in bright contrast to the dimming sunset made things feel almost like she was in space, or perhaps another atmosphere. All the while, she was snug and warm in the comfort of her car seat.
Glancing back into the rearview mirror, Fluttershy was happy to see her little one looking so content. “Awwwwh, is does the baby like her car seat?” she questioned, in jovial manner.
“Mmm?” Scootaloo passively sounded, continuing to cuddle with the blanket and stair out the window; the warmth of the heater drawing her closer and closer to sleep.
“Mmm?” The woman mimicked, a little amused by the sound as made a right turn in the car. “Why, if aunty Fluttershy is correct, I think some sleepy baby is going to sleepies. Oh, I bet she must love her car seat.” She continued to tease, knowing full well she was just buttering up her niece’s diminished ego.
Scootaloo tried to retort, but the blurry image of bystanders and neon lights continued to shroud her sense of reality. She tried to move, but with her arms loosely hugged around her balled up blanky and her soggy pampers making it awkward to scoot over, she couldn’t move herself to do so. Truth be told, she barely had the will to keep her eyes open.
Stairing at the road, Fluttershy called quite loudly, “Only babies nap you know?” but there never was a response, short of the subtle noise of rubber squeaking behind the guard of her little one’s pacifier.
Looking into the rearview mirror once again, Fluttershy was happy to see Scootaloo had her eyes fully closed with a distinctive red blush on her face; she definitely was a sleepy butt.
***
“Heeey, Scoots.” Fluttershy sounded, as she lifted the tray from over her little one’s lap and seat it down next to her on the backseat.
Scootaloo just swayed her head from side to side and kicked her left leg a little.
Continuing to undo her little one’s harness, the woman took a deep breath and reached into the car, hoisting the girl out by her underarms. Bringing Scootaloo into a semi-cradle, the woman used one of her arms to hug around her little one’s back and the other to rest her hand underneath her saggy diapered backside.
“Mmmph.” Scootaloo sounded as she suckled on her pacifier. As the cogs in her head started turning properly again, her eyes began to open and she hugged her aunt even tighter for warmth.
“There’s my special little girl!” Fluttershy cooed, shutting the rear-door with her foot. Walking towards the house, she pressed her little one’s face up against her chest, “Awwwwh, did Scootaloo enjoy her nap? I bet she did.”
Lazily, the child brought her balled up fist her face and used her knuckles to rub her eyes a little. Using her index finger to hook her binky’s plastic ring, she soon planted her head against her aunt’s breasts again. “Oooh, where am I? Is dinner already over?”
“Heh, no. We actually just got back from the restaurant.” The woman answered, causally pacing up the stairs back to her cottage. Entering into the house, she closed the door and continued to pace to the kitchen, “Although admittedly, you didn’t miss much.”
Blinking, Scootaloo stretched her tiny arms out as far as they’d reach, and yawned loudly. “Aw-what did I miss?’
“Nothing really.” The woman said, pacing over to her little one’s high chair. Setting the girl inside, she stood back and dusted her hands, “Heh, the only thing you missed was having to wait twenty-minutes because I forgot to call in the pizza ahead of time.”
“Wait, it’s like- how late?” Scootaloo questioned, closing her eyes and leaning into the comfy moon-covered cushions of her highchair.
“That’s a good question.” The aunt responded, grabbing two of the eight slices of vegetable pizza and setting them onto a pastel pink plate with an array of holographic stars printed in its enamel. Dicing through the thick red tomatoes, banana peppers, green peppers, and whatever other kind of works the restaurant had prepared, the woman had successfully made the whole entrée choke-free. Content with her work, she went over to the highchair to tend to her little one. “I’m not 100%, but I’ll probably try to get you in your crib within an hour or so- you know, after some more play time.”
Looking down at her somewhat droopy diaper, Scootaloo passively picked up the center piece to her highchair’s harness and began experimentally trying to connect it with the left shoulder strap.
“Oh hey, you don’t have to worry about that, love.” Fluttershy quietly interjected, taking both pieces from her niece’s hands and hooking them together herself. Grabbing the tray from its resting position, she swung it over the girl’s lap and secured it into place, even doing an experimental weight press just to be sure.
“Hmmph.” Scootaloo sounded, a little offended by just how ‘small’ she was being treated, “You know, I could do that myself, right?”
Smiling complacently, Fluttershy nodded her head. “Why, I’m sure you could!” she said, grabbing a container of applesauce and a sippy-cup of watermelon juice and placing them on the plate. Walking them over to the highchair, she set everything down like it were some kind of baby buffet.
“N-no spoon or fork?” Scootaloo asked, picking up the apple sauce cup and turning it upside down- as if she’d missed something.
“Nope.” Fluttershy answered with a smile on her face, “You’re still on full baby mode until tomorrow. In fact, I was going to give you back your phone for the road trip, but I figured it was a little too big for you.”
Scootaloo stared at her aunt’s vibrant turquois eyes with a devious glare, but remained quiet. She knew fully well that pizza wasn’t exactly a ‘baby’ thing either- and that she should be thankful to take what she could get.