//------------------------------// // Bathtime Part One // Story: A Message to Rainbow Dash // by AlliePastel //------------------------------// “Hnng?” a young girl questioned, balling up a fist and rubbing her eye. She blink a few times to the pleasant shaded lighting of an otherwise dark room. All around her was the light chime of a nursery chime. She felt something strange around her backside, but she couldn’t pinpoint the cause. Her heart skipped a beat as she nervously checked her pastel covers. To her surprise, she wasn’t wet, not even a single drop. She smiled but with a confused smirk on her face. Her eyes went crossed as she looked down at the object that her tongue gently suckled back and forth. “Mmm?” she questioned louder, feeling her sheets. Her bottom felt wet but nothing was wet. She couldn’t grasp her situation, her cheeks felt hot and she was awful warm. She looked around for a clock only to realize that there wasn’t one. Agitated, she ducked her head back unto her pillow and suckled lightly on the nipple in her mouth. She covered her head with her hands, trying to block out the light while she figured out what was going on. A knock came from the door, it was Fluttershy carrying something in her hands. She walked towards her daughter feeling the sheer warmth of the nursery’s air coat her whole body. Smiling, she asked her daughter, “Did my little baby girl have a good nappy?” Dazed by her situation, Scootaloo rubbed her eyes and looked up woofully at the intruder. She blinked a few times before nodding. Under her pacifier, she was grinning; but no one could tell that from underneath the plastic mouth guard. “Mmm, I’m good to hear it sweetie. I brought you some water to suckle on.” The mother chirped happily as she handed her daughter a sippy cup filled with cold water, “I made sure to give you one with an extra tight lid, just in case my baby gets curious again!” Scootaloo felt a rush of shame reheat her nerves. Feeling thrown back into her new situations, she looked down submissively at her sippy cup. She grabbed both handles with her hands and brought it to her lips, not taking a moment to question Fluttershy’s motivation for it. “I’m sorry for such a rude awakening sweetie if I did wake you abruptly. I was just having a conversation with your school; it’s cancelled for indefinitely for today and tomorrow.” Fluttershy said, walking over to the changing table. She pulled out a puffy diaper and started to undo it, “I also wanted to make sure you don’t get a rash. You were asleep for a good three hours you know?” She walked up to her daughter’s crib and looked down empathetically at her increasingly blushing child’s face, “Yes sweetie, I know you wet yourself; at least I’m pretty sure. The doctor said no liquids before you fall asleep. That’s alright though, cause’ only big girls have to worry about bed wetting.” Done with her water, Scootaloo set it on her mattress and raised her hands into te sky, pleading to be picked up by her favorite person in the world. With a quick hoist into the air, she found herself clinging tightly to her mother’s chest again. She rested her ear on the right side of her mom’s chest as she listened patiently for her heart beat. She didn’t want to say anything, it would be too embarrassing. But she really did want to be with no one else but her mommy right now. ‘Bu-dum, bu-dum, bu-dum’. She listened quietly to, finding it hard to think of much else t the moment. A pair of soft lips kissed her forehead, no doubt her mothers. She melted further into her embrace, nuzzling Fluttershy’s breast again. “Awe, sweetie! Does my little angel find something interesting about her mommy’s boobies?” she joked, bringing her child over to the changing table and setting her flat on its plastic covered padded surface. The child blushed, missing the sardonic overtones of her mother’s words. She looked up at the ceiling in a glazed awe as she felt her outfit being tugged at. In a process that felt like it’d taken hours to complete, both her romper and onesie’s buttons were undone; leaving nothing but the thing she feared most. “Oh wow, such a little soaker!” Fluttershy continued to tease, ripping the diaper’s tapes off and letting the soggy pull on diaper’s front fall flat unto the table below. She rolled her eyes, the truthfulness in her earlier statement made her cringe a bit on the inside; she knew Scootaloo’s condition. Maybe it’d be best to leave peeing jokes out of the teasing. A set of hands moved quickly in front of Scootaloo’s face to cover up the increasingly noticeable smirk she was giving. She peaked her eyes out from under her hands quick enough only to see a poufy white diaper that soon crept its way under her bottom, hugging her around her waist. “Huh? No powder?” Scootaloo questioned, sniffing the air for the scent of the anti-rash agent. A set of hand grabbed her around the sides and flipped her onto her tummy. She felt her mother’s soft hand pull back the elastic of the leg and pour some random amount of powder unto the exposed part of her behind. “Hehe! That should be good enough.” Fluttershy giggled, flipping her child back unto her padded rump. She worked quickly to re-do the snaps of her daughter’s outfit. Once the outfit itself was fully done, she helped her daughter back unto her tushie. “All better?” she asked, lifting the small child into the air and close in for a hug. She rested her nose in her child’s ruffled hair and puckered her lips to kiss her daughter on the forehead. Smiling, she nuzzled her a little, “Mmm… I think I need to give you a bath at some point. First though, I think it’s time we get to have a little fun together. Do you wanna play with toys or try something new?” “I dunno…” Scootaloo paused, looking up jaded. She opened her mouth a bit and stared blankly in front of her before making eye contact with her mom, “I-I guess I wouldn’t mind trying on something different. This outfit isn’t really comfy…” Frowning a little she tugged down on the legs, “It’s a bit short too.” Scootaloo adjusted herself in her mother’s arms, clinging finding herself a more comfortable position against Fluttershy’s slender figure. Her hands guided themselves up and down Fluttershy’s skinny tummy and graced her plushy boobs. A shock went up Fluttershy back as she recoiled from the unfamiliar touch of her daughter’s little hands. She winced, shaking off the bizarre tingling tickle on her skin. Giggling she gave her daughter a warm smile, “Hehe, tell mommy if you’re about to touch those; they're sensitive.” She hugged her daughter close to her chest, using one hand to balance the weight under her daughter’s behind and the other one to press her daughter’s head against her breast. Stopping in the nursery’s doorway, she closed her eyes and watched as Scootaloo took a deep breath and quit moving all together; it made her squee on the inside. “Hehe, such a good little one!” Fluttershy praises lifting her hand and brushing her fingers through Scootaloo’s messy purple hair. She puckered her lips and leaned in to give her a quick kiss, “Mmm… how about we do give you a bath first. It’ll be good for your hair and it’ll also give you a way to relax a little more.” Looking down upon Scootaloo, she watched as her eyes opened slightly, only to look up at her with a glaring sense of shame. It must have been conflicting for a kid like her to enjoy cuddling as much as she does. Then again, it’s just another step in regression. “That sounds like a really good idea, you just keep holding on…” she coos, walking down the hallway and towards the open bathroom entrance. She flicked the light on, revealing the rustic interior of the room. The whole room had a bit of a cabin-like feeling with solid white porcelain everything. Scootaloo opened her eyes in full and loosened her grip on her mommy. She hopped from her mommy’s arms and unto the floor, landing on her hands and knees. Giggling, she looked up only to find her mother’s worried expression. “What?” she questioned, puckering her eyebrows. “Nothing sweetie…” The mother said, crouching beside the child and working the denim snaps. “Please don't do that again, mommy doesn't want you getting hurt.” She said, dropping the romper unto the floor below. Blinking a few times, the child rubbed her hands back and forth between each other. She turned around to face her mother and gave her a false confident smile. Never in a thousand years did she expect to be wearing a onesie again. Of all the ‘help’ she’d received in the past that made her feel patronized, she’d never felt so explicitly exposed to the true intention of a grown up’s acts. In some way, wearing the onesie made her feel insecure, but something else inside her alighted the idea that her mother was all she needed to feel confident. She closed her eyes and raised her arms as her mother, undid the snaps and lifted the onesie into the air. She looked down at her diaper, it was so bulky. She blushed, she loved it. “Hehe, in you go sweetie!” Fluttershy said, lifting her child from under her arms and into the cold tub. She leaned over, working the dial to get just the right temperature, “Sit down sweetie, don’t fret about your diapy.” Following the order, the young girl obediently sat flat on her padded behind. She spread her legs out in front of her, alleviating her stress in the warm water that was puddling up in the bottom of the wash tub. Everything felt so light weight all of sudden, like a great stress was being lifted from her shoulders. The water splashed against her plastic back diaper. Its thirsty padding swallowed as much of the warm substance, inflating with the overabundant amount of the bath water. She tried moving, but the suction the diaper formed on the tub’s floor kept her in place. She giggled, looking up happily at her mother. Fluttershy smiled, grabbing a wash cloth. She dabbed it with a bit of sob and lathered its wet cotton back and forth. “You’ll smell so good…” she said, rubbing the wash soap up and down the child’s arm and back. She moved her hands over Scoot’s back. She rubbed small circles on the child’s weak, semi-tan skin. “Ooh honey, you’ve got to be more careful sweetie. Your back is all scratched up. Mmm, you worry me sick sometimes.” She continued, scrubbing at the scarred over skin; little notches and darkened spots showing the results of non-other than failed attempts at her past stunts. The child’s breathing became deeper and less faint as she stared blankly at the facet’s running water. Her mind went blank, as the only thing that came to mind was a meek, “I-I’m sorry.” Her facial expression sunk and tears swelled up in the corner of her eyes. She covered her wet hands and started sobbing. She tried moving her legs, but her flooded diaper was completely submerged under water and the suction it had towards the bottom of the tub only got stronger. She managed to bend her knees a little. Still unable to close them due to the bulk of her diaper, she lowered her head down as far as she could. Reaching towards the shower head, Fluttershy cranked a small polythene handle which turned the water pressure towards the hose she was holding. She hovered it over the child’s head and back and let it start wetting everything down. “Is something wrong sweetie?” She asked, setting the shower head in the water and letting its warm jet hit the back of her child’s diaper. Leaning over and grabbing a bottle of baby shampoo from under her sink, she poured a bit into her hands. Scootaloo wiped the tears from her eyes as best she could and shook her head, “I’m so dumb, I could’ve really hurt myself. I’m so stupid!” she yelled, getting angrier with herself. She was always doing reckless stuff, just to impress her friends. ’How could I be so selfish?’ she thought to herself as she balled up her fist and hit the water below her. “Easy baby…” was all the child heard before a set of gentle hands gripped her scalp and started gently weaving in and out between locks of hair. She closed her eyes and pushed her head back a little into her mommy’s soothing actions. Smirking, she melted into the actions of her mother. She peaked her eyes up, only to feel a luke-warm splash of water cool every strand of her now glistening long hair. Closing her eyes, she listened for her mother’s calming voice, “You’re being too hard on yourself; you just got relax and let it go. If you feel hurt, or sad, or mad at yourself, just let it go. Is there something on your mind that’s making you feel angry?” Swallowing hard, the child nodded, “I-I’ve just been doing too many dangerous things and it’s really dumb actually. A-also I have a small tummy ache.” Fluttershy opened her eyes wide, realizing what her child just said. As gently as she could, she leaned over to turn off the water valve. She waved her hand, gathering the attention of her child and smiled, “Mommy’ll be right back with your cloths and a towel.” Done with her small speech, she leaned over to pull the plug on the tub, letting the soapy water drain. She looked at her child for a moment longer, giving Scootaloo a warm empathetic look before bolstering out of the bathroom. Scootaloo smiled, watching as her mommy scattered out of the bathroom for a short while. She looked down at her diaper. It ballooned in the front and she couldn’t see the back but she could tell that it was also latined with water as well. “Hehe!” She giggled standing up in the tub. As she did, several ounces of water came out of the saturated padding and ran down he leg; some of it even drip directly onto the bottom of the tub. The actual diaper itself hung off of her bottom, exposing quite a bit of her rump. Giggling, she experimentally wiggled her behind back and forth letting the white diaper swing back and forth. “Awe, having fun there?” Fluttershy asked, watching the diaper slowly slide down the child’s waist until plopping onto the cold porceline beneath her. Using her hands to guide the child out of the tub, she started rubbing the towel up and her daughter’s wet skin. Scootaloo cringed a second as her mommy started rubbing the towel over her head, ruffling her hair a bit in the process. Blushing, she looked back at the diaper, “Yeah, I was having fun.” She looked back over at Fluttershy, “Is that my outfit?” she asked, rubbing her hand nervously up and down her other arm. “Mmmhmm…” Fluttershy nodded, pouring some oil into her hand and rubbing it unto her daughter’s exposed tushie. Likewise with the powder, she poured a plentiful amount of it into her hands and sprinkled it on her. She grabbed a new diaper and brought it up between Scootaloo’s legs, taking less than a minute to tape it snug around her waist. “Now for the top…” She said, diligently working her daughter’s head through the opening in her new body suit. The onesie was like the one she had early. However this one had long sleeves, was white, had a pink trim, and pink hearts scattered throughout it. Scootaloo stared blankly at the doorway, as her mom leaned over and began buttoning the bottom of the outfit. She blushed a bit as she felt something warm on come out her backside; it was just gas. “Oh my.” The mother giggled, shaking her head a little before refocusing on dressing her daughter. She grabbed the pair of pink legging and opened the elastic for her daughter to step into. Pulling them up her daughter’s legs, she wiggled them around her daughter’s poufy diaper. Dusting her hands off, Fluttershy grabbed the grayish towel and tossed it over the shower hamper, letting it dry off for another day. She grabbed the soggy diaper within the bath tub and rang it out. She tossed it into a nearby trash bin. “Ready to go Scoots?” she asked, opening the bathroom doorway fully. The child nodded, waddling a bit after her mother as they left the bathroom. She reach down, grabbing the pile of clothes of hers that had amassed over the past couple of days. “Mommy, my clothes are still in her.” She said, holding up several items with both her arms; she couldn’t carry very much. “Oh-right.” The mother responded, picking the clothes up herself. She sorted through the clothes; nothing but the trashy t-shirts and jeans Rainbow Dash had given her before she left. A pair of ‘white’ panties caught Fluttershy’s attention. ‘Scootaloo must have left these in her a while ago.’ She thought to herself as she mentally scanned for the trash can. She pivoted her body and shot the old panties in the trash can along with a cyan shirt. “No need for some of those, there’s no point in wearing those.” She said as she used her hand to guide her child out into the hallway. Scootaloo followed soon after, walking from the center of the bathroom all the way back to her room. By the time she got there, her mom had tossed the remaining clothes into the clothes hamper and was eagerly awaiting her. “Hehe, such a cute baby…” Fluttershy said, picking the girl up in her arms. She hugged daughter close to her chest and wrapped a hand underneath her daughter’s bottom as she asked, “So, you wanna play with some toys, or do you wanna watch some tele?”