After experiencing the falling out of her family, Scootaloo finds herself turning to her godmother Fluttershy for guidance.
After having a mental breakdown, Scootaloo is promptly kicked out of her home and into the arms of her only supportive relative; her aunt and godmother Fluttershy. However, despite Fluttershy's expertise as a pediatrician, how she deals with Scootaloo's temperamental mental health becomes a true test of her skills as a caretaker and parent.
There she sat, using the main street’s sidewalk and it’s florescent lighting as refuge from the overpowering storm- again. Leaning back against the brick exterior of some red-brick diner, she waited for her ride to get here.
It’d been about thirty minutes since she’d ditched her house for the rainy street corner. What was once a light drizzle soon turned into an unfathomable rain that soaked the entirety of her bag and outfit.
“This was a mistake” She thought to herself, as she took off the quickly dampening leather jacket that her mentor gave to her and tucked it into her bookbag. Looking up at one of the light post, she couldn’t help but look in awe as the rain masked the entirety of everything illuminated with a static like effect.
From the corner of her eye came a near blinding light, white and concentrated like an archway into something greater. To be specific, it was the headlights to a silver Telsa.
“Oh Scootaloo.” Fluttershy muttered to herself as she parked the car. She hopped into the puddle of that consumed the street’s pavement. Taking off her suffari jacket, she ran across the soaking wet asphalt street and draped it over the child’s shoulders, “We need to get you inside!”
“I know, I know.” Scootaloo said with a melancholy tone as she was escorted into the passenger side of the car. Sitting down on the leather interior of the seat, she felt kind of bad. Not only was her tank top soaking wet, but so were her shorts and shoes.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get here quicker-“ Fluttershy uttered.
“It’s alright.” Scootaloo cut her off, the women off as she leaned forward to shift through the contents of her bag. Peaking inside, she paid quick attention to make sure everything was there.
“I know, it’s just…”
“Fluttershy, it’s alright.” She said, closing her eyes and leaning her back against the interior of the car. Taking a deep breath, she tried not to move too much. Thankyfully Fluttershy’s jacket was warm enough to keep her feeling warm, despite how cold and wet she felt.
“I know.” Fluttershy frowned, still feeling mildly bad about the incident. She knew it wasn’t her fault that it was raining, let alone that Scootaloo was in the predicament she was in, but she still felt bad.
Scootaloo kept her body leaned back in the seat, watching as the car continued accelerating through the pouring rain. She couldn’t help but feel comfortably dazed by the cold A/C blowing on her face. It made her bangs frothy and her eyes dry; so she decided to close them.
Fluttershy continued smirking, unsure of the girl’s circumstances as she continued pulling off the road and unto the interstate. “You’re not hurt are you?”
Smirking in kind, the child shook her head. “Nothing that shows.” She said, grinning at her own wit.
Fluttershy wanted to comment about the rather brazen attitude of the girl; Scootaloo was definitely not this calm when she called, sobbing on the phone. But as long as Scootaloo wasn’t in the way of any immediate danger, everything could be dealt with in due time.
“Well- I think I might need to talk with your Mom about this Scootaloo. This definitely not how a mother is supposed to treat her child.” She commented, adjusting into the far left lane.
Looking ahead of her, there was nothing to be seen short of the highway’s road lanes, and even through you could only be seen with whatever the car’s headlights would show. “It’s not my mom’s fault, Fluttershy.” She replied with a little scorn, “I just- I wanted to talk about something person and she freaked out saying that I ‘crossed the line’.”
Fluttershy looked to her left at the girl for just a brief second, noticing Scootaloo’s rather dirty hair and her still wet legs poking out from under the trench coat. Smiling sympathetically, she asked, “Well, that’s bupkis Scootaloo. You mother didn’t have an excuse to kick you out, you know? ”
Almost instantly, the child blushed. Swallowing hard, she peaked at her bag and then looked to her side. “I-It’s just- it’s something strange alright?”
“Well, I’m sure it’s not as strange as you think Scootaloo. Besides, I am a doctor after all. It’s not like I don’t see a lot of strange stuff in my day.” Fluttershy boasted politely.
“I know, but this this isn’t like a medical thing, necessarily… I’ll tell you when we get to your house, alright?” She said, resting her hands on her lap like she was a guilty quire girl.
Smiling, Fluttershy nodded. “Alright. You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable with it. I’m just curious is all; you know you can always trust me.”
“Yeah-yeah.” Scootaloo replied, loosening up her composter. She shifted around in her the jacket, attempting to get in a more comfortable position. Smiling, she looked over at Fluttershy, “Hehe, thought I might ask. Do you happen to have a proper towel or something?”
“Sure.” Fluttershy smiled, using her free hand to point to the back, “There should actually be a nice fleece blanket back there, feel free to use it.”
Reaching behind her seat, Fluttershy pulled out what looked to be a tye-dyed microfiber throw blanket. She slipped out of the now damp safari coat and smiled, wrapping herself in its fuzzy confines. “T-thanks, Fluttershy.”
“You’re welcome.” Fluttershy replied, taking a quick glance at the girl. To her surprise, Scootaloo appeared to be falling asleep. In a very coy gesture, Fluttershy reached her hand over and turned the radio on very low volume setting.
For the rest of the trip, the god-mother simply ease back in her car seat, lazed along the interstate and eventually into the forest backroad where her cottage rested. After some very careful parking, the mother set out of the car and went to go attend to the girl.
She opened the door and laid a hand on Scootaloo’s bare shoulder, “Scootaloo.” She whispered, trying to wake the child; there was no response. Sighing, the women slang the sagging backpack over her shoulder and undid the child’s seat belt.
Fluttershy leaned over and lifted Scootaloo into a cradle hold with a subtle grunt. “Ooh, Scootaloo. You’re getting too old for this.” She said, stepping backwards and kicking the door shut behind her.
After a daunting trek up to and into the house, Fluttershy was able to reuse the same door-kicking gimmick as earlier to close her front door. Pacing every step as to not rock the child, Fluttershy took her sweet time carrying her across the rickety wooden panels of her living room and over to her spare guest room.
“Hmm?” Scootaloo questioned, fluttering her eyes open for a quick second.
“Shhh…” Fluttershy shushed the child, walking the girl into the room and setting her on a lavishly colorful bed. She sat the girl in the right up position and grabbed onto the white tank top that covered her chest. “Don’t mind me. I’m just trying to keep you from getting a cold or something.”
Dumbfounded, Scootaloo stared up blankly at her godmother as her tank top was stripped right before her eyes; her athletic shorts untouched though.
“Oh, don’t give me that look Scootaloo.” Fluttershy commented, helping the child comfortably lay down in her bed, “You know that I’m a Doctor. Anything you have to hide I’ve already seen.”
The child sighed, finding her way into the cartoon coloured comforter that covered the bed. Half awake, she simply nodded with the statement’s Fluttershy made.
Very gently, Fluttershy smiled as she got back up on her feet. “If you need anything, just tell me Scoots. I’ll be in the next room right over.”
Scootaloo rested her head deeper into the cloud like comfort of the pillow. The intelligible response she’d imagined in her head was lost to her sicee, and instead she let out an incomprehensible whine.
“Awe, poor thing. We can talk in the morning.” She said, closing the door to the crèche room.
***
“Oooh.” Scootaloo rubbed her temple, feeling like she just woke up from a fever dream. She peeked her eyes from the underneath the comforter, taking in the entirety of what the room entailed.
Sitting up straight, she made mental notes of everything around the room. The walls were coloured a boisterous blue and caked with stickers, colorful information charts, learning tools, and an aesthetic rainbow alphabet trim. The Floor was a white shag carpet that coated the entire floor of the room. And most notably, the furniture in the room all seemed ten years too young to be something she’d use. There was a little white baby swing, an playpen clearly designed to hold more than a couple kids at once, a half dozen wardrobes and cubbies- some colourful, some note. And most notably what caught her attention, there was a white wooden crib and changing table that looked big enough to fit her.
Blushing a bright red, she hugged her stomach and looked down at the very slow to ground bed she was on- it was a child’s race car bed.
Creeping up from her relaxed state, her adrenaline kicked in as she walked over to the changing table to examine its contents. If she were much younger, the thought of seeing baby diapers wouldn’t have excited her, but she nowadays she felt strangely drawn to the site. Even though she knew they’d never fit her, there was this tingly fascination in her mind that made her want to clutch unto and admire the white padding as if she’d be sporting one for prom or something.
She crouched down on her knees and pulled open one of the changing table’s various drawer’s, exposing a whole plethora of nappies ranging from 1-14kg ones up to 35+kg. Exhilarated by her discovery, she searched the next drawer down only to discover diapers that were tailored towards even older kids.
Very quietly, she lifted a pink package of diapers targeted towards teens out of the cubby and started eyeballing the product details.
“Scootaloo?” Fluttershy questioned, peaking her head into the room. “I thought I heard footsteps from downstairs. Are you- uh, looking at diapers?” She asked, pacing her way into the room.
Her lagging thoughts not entirely caught up with reality yet, the child threw the pack of diapers into the air the second she noticed Fluttershy. “Ah-what?”
“Hehe! I was asking why you were looking the uh- diapers?” Fluttershy commented, walking up to the girl and picking up the pack. Smirking a bit, Fluttershy asked, “You don’t like- have a bed wetting problem do you? Because I haven’t been able to contact your mom all morning-“ she looked down at the girl, noticing her somewhat humiliated expression, “A-are you alright?”
Scootaloo looked up at Fluttershy. Every nerve synapse in her mind that would typically give her a spark for a creative response seemed to shut down and she was left befuddled by her situation.
“Oh my.” Fluttershy commented, getting onto her knees. She reached and hand out and placed on the girl’s shoulder and gave the girl an empathetic look, “Is everything alright sweetie? I’m sorry if I said anything to offend you, I’m just trying to help.” She said, looking the girl right in the eyes.
All of a sudden, Scootaloo’s shot mind seemed to come back on in full gear and every sensory detail around her magnified itself by 200%. Her nose seemed to drain out completely and her breaths became heavy and more free flowing than usual.
‘I was just screwing around, I just got bored and the diapers that fit me- I mean the first diapers I pulled out- I mean-‘ Scootaloo thought to herself as she stared up at her mother. “I-I’m just- uh I’m I was looking through the drawers because-“
“Hey- shh. Easy there sweetie.” Fluttershy cut the girl off and offered her the pack of diapers. “I get it. You were just curious.”
Her hands shaking uncontrollably like a piston, the child looked up Fluttershy with a worried frown on her face and instinctively grabbed the pack.
“Good-“ Fluttershy said, patting the girl’s shoulder. “Now there’s definitely no pressure. What was it that you wanted to do with those diapers?”
The teenage girl closed her eyes for about two seconds then opened them again. Putting a false bravado she answered, “I-I just got curious and took a peak around the room. Y-you know how my mom gets when I’m nosey.”
“Oh.” Fluttershy replied, fairly confident that Scootaloo was telling the truth. “I know Margret has been a bit ‘high strung’ since your father’s uh- passing. But I promise you, I’m not going to lash out at you.”
Scootaloo curiously hugged the pack of diapers against her chest and asked, “Y-you think Mom is lashing at me?”
“She’s lashing out at everyone. But that’s something for your aunty Fluttershy to handle.” The women confessed, helping Scootaloo back onto her feet.
Scootaloo dropped the diapers into the drawer and closed it with a foot. “You know, I’m not a baby anymore Fluttershy. I can handle knowing about family drama.”
Sighing, Fluttershy nodded as she walked over to the door. “I know you’re growing up, Scootaloo. Sometimes I just don’t recognize it I guess. I-I’m afraid Margret might have ditched town after what happened between you two last night.” She confessed.
Blinking, Scootaloo shook her head as if to deny her Godmother’s claims. “She couldn’t have done that- Dad specifically made Mom promise never to give up on the family if anything ever happened to him.” She said, with a painfully naïve tone to her voice.
There was a part of Fluttershy that wanted to call Margret out for the emotional loose cannon the women was. But she knew Scootaloo had an unfathomable admiration for her Mom; one that was only topped by her love for Rainbow Dash. Wanting to keep the dialog about the matter quite, Fluttershy simply lied, “After last night’s fiasco, your Mom made it very clear to me that it’d be best if you spent some time with me.”
“S-so you know about my Mom and I’s fight?” Scootaloo asked, nervously letting the bangs on fall flat on her face.
Fluttershy cringed on the inside, but decided it is best remain vague. “No… Your mother just told me that it’d be best if you spend the summer with me instead. It might be fun anyhow. We just need to figure out how to make this nurser-I mean room, a bit more comfortable for you.”
Scootaloo looked around at the room, “W-wait, you’re saying that this room is mine for the summer?”
“Well, yeah…” Fluttershy nodded, taking a quick glance at the. “It’s pretty much my only spare-guest room and if you can get over all the baby stuff, it’s at least pretty clean. Besides, you’re only fourteen, you’re practically a baby.” She teased.
“Hehe. Thanks Fluttershy” Scootaloo giggled, as a quite buzz of excitement continued to ring in the back of her head. “C-can I get a moment to myself? I need to find something to wear.”
“Oh yeah, haha.” Fluttershy chuckled, stepping slowly out of the room’s door frame, “I’d almost forgotten about your laundry- I guess I’ll go handle that in a minute. Feel free to sort around the wardrobes before breakfast. There’s bound to be some kid’s clothing that fits you.”
Smiling, Scootaloo nodded. “W-will do.” She anxiously spurted out. Watching as her Godmother close the bedroom door, she sat back down on the little race car bed and smiled; this was going to be interesting.
***
“Oh my.” Fluttershy giggled, watching Scootaloo walk into the kitchen sporting her black running shorts and pink graphic-t two sizes too small for her to wear casually.
“Haha, I know.” Scootaloo giggled, taking a seat in a rather lavishly carved wooden chair. “It looked the most like something I’d wear.”
Smiling, Fluttershy nudged a bowl of cereal in front of the girl. “You’d wear a pony shirt? I thought you were supposed to be a high schooler.” She teased.
Rolling her eyes, the child ignored her and started digging away the cereal.
The two quietly ate at the breakfast with each other, occasionally exchanging silent but warm facial exchanges as they munched away at their food.
After a couple of minutes of eating, Scootaloo stared straight up at Fluttershy with a big and somewhat goofy smile on her face.
Lowering her spoon, Fluttershy questionably smirked, “Hmm? Is everything alright Scootaloo?”
“Yeah.” Scootaloo replied, resting her chin on her hand as she inquisitively stared at her Godmother. “H-has anybody ever told you that you have really beautiful eyes? T-they’re so radiant; almost like blue diamonds.”
“Oh- well thank you.” Fluttershy smiled, not entirely sure how to react to the comment. Scootaloo was always such a temperamental person; it was always hard to decipher her words. Smiling kindly, the women got on face level with Scootaloo and said, “You know you have your father’s eyes right? Pearly white scleras and beautifully luminescent purple irises “
Scootallo blushed slightly, as if it tugged on a heart string just mentioning her dad. She half smiled at the thought.
“I’m sorry- I really shouldn’t talk about it.” Fluttershy gushed, frightful of her own words.
“No-no. It’s fine.” Scootaloo said, wiping the tear with her hand. “C-could you tell me more about him actually? It’s been so long since I’ve really thought of him; my mom never let me ask about him.”
Fluttershy back out of her chair and gestured with her hand as if to say ‘come on’ to the girl. She made her way over to the living room and sat her backside down on her cushy green padding of the futon.
Nervously, Scootaloo followed in suite and climbed onto the couch.
“No no no.” Fluttershy giggled, noticing Scootaloo eagerly pop over her shoulder as she pulled out her smart phone. Grabbing the child by her sides, she pulled the girl squarely onto her lap.
“Hehe, hey! I told you I’m not a baby.” Scootaloo protested admittedly happy to be seated on her Godmother’s lap.
Lovingly, Fluttershy ran her free hand down the child’s back, being sure to apply pressure in all the right places. “Here Scootaloo.” She said, pulling up a photo of herself and Scootaloo’s father from her app, “You see him?”
“N-no way.” Scootaloo muttered, grabbing onto the phone and holding it right up to her face. There he was, standing a full 1.8m with his magenta crew cut, his fatigues, and his winning smile. He was solider with such a big heart-and he really was such a loving dad.
“I’ll always remember the in the summer of 04’ when he said her wanted to join the MI6. Everyone in the family begged him not to join, but he was a tough man with a the same temperance as another curtain flying ace that you know and love- but your mother probably already told you about that didn’t they?” Fluttershy said, noticing a message pop up at the top of her phone.
“Yeah.” Scootaloo said, keeping a rather stoic expression as she stared into digitalized photo like as if it were an endless void. It kinda nauseous just looking at it.
Fluttershy continued petting the child’s back - then she noticed something pop up; Margret had messaged her.
Scootaloo noticing the message from her mom raised a curious eyebrow, but then shook her head. “Do I really want to know what she’s saying?” the girl questioned quite innocently, deciding to instead read Fluttershy’s facial expression in lure of the actual text.
“Not quite…” Fluttershy muttered, reading the full out essay that was sent to her in text.
MARGRET: Fluttershy, I’m tired of trying to glue back together this broken home of mine. Do you know what it’s like to spend any extra money you have on Prozac, just so your daughter can get high? Well of course you don’t, because someone decided to spend their parent’s money to go to college instead of toughing it out on their own, like your brother did. And just when you think your daughter can’t get anymore f**ked up, you find that she’s not only stashing her medication, but also spent her own money on diapers of all things! I’m not going to raise so pedophile burnout Fluttershy. You are on your own.
“Well, what is it?” Scootaloo asked, creeping off of her godmother’s lap and planting a seat right next to her.
“N-nothing.” Fluttershy said, looking over at the child. She crossed her legs and then raised her hand to rub her temple. Putting on a false smile, she made a shewing gesture with her hand, “You’re good. Just- just go grab something else to wear while I grab my purse and use the bathroom,.”
Mildly concerned, Scootaloo hopped off the couch and started walking out of the room. Grabbing the door frame of kitchen entrance, she twisted her hip to look back at Fluttershy “Okay… are we going somewhere?”
Fluttershy looked over at the child and gave her a more genuine smile, “Yeah, I need to take you shopping for some new clothes and maybe a lab top or something. I don’t think teeth rings and doll houses are going to cut it for a girl your age ”
Scootaloo road in the passenger seat, curiously observing as the rather densely packed forest area suddenly cut off as they switched lanes onto the interstate. “I’m not gonna lie Fluttershy. This is actually pretty cool of you.” The girl confessed, looking over at her caretaker clad in her bright yellow sundress.
You couldn’t tell it from underneath her polarized sunglasses, but Fluttershy watched the road like a keen hawk as she watched the traffic flow on the highway. A smile cracked on her face and she spoke, “Oh, well you’re welcome dear- anything to help you out.”
“Well, thanks.” The child said, looking down at her outfit. Having no clothes of her own to sport, she borrowed an old solidly coloured turquoise t-shirt and some newer sandals from her godmother. They were both relatively soft and simple compared to the complex synthetic material of her black running shorts.
Curiously, Scootaloo looked to her side again and asked the question, “Say Fluttershy. Don’t take this the wrong way, but why do you dress so simply?”
“Hmm? What do you mean?” Fluttershy asked, making a right turn on an off ramp. She smiled a bit at the thought of the child’s innocent curiosity.
Rolling her eyes, the child huffed. “You know, like when you picked me up yesterday? You were in nothing but jeans and black t-shirt or something.”
“Oh, haha. I’m surprised you have such a keen memory.” Fluttershy said, getting on the street that the mall resided on. Smiling, she looked down at her dress before refocusing her attention on the road. “To be honest, I just don’t like people to assume to much about me just based on what I wear.” She answered quite honestly, “Especially being a Doctor, I just don’t want to come off as anything but typical. I mean, first they see you nice clothes, then they ask your occupation, then they’re asking for free medical advice for the rest of your life.”
“Hehe, I guess that makes sense.” Scootaloo agreed, watching as they pulled into the heavily crowded lot. Scootaloo witnessed as every car in the lot amplified the sun, causing a visible heatwave to surface.
Fluttershy grinned, laying back in her car seat for just a split second, “Ooh Scootaloo, I don’t wanna go. It’s so cold and comfy in here.” She said, basking in the blissful cool air that engulfed the inside of the car.
Imitating her godmother, Scootaloo leaned back and did the same. “I don’t blame you.” Scootaloo said, crossing her arms and enjoying the cool climate of the car. She closed yawning just long enough to garner a temporary blackout, “Oh… I don’t think I’m cut out for life in the summer.”
“Well… we do live in Britain dear. If it’s not raining today it will be tomorrow.” She snidely remarked, nudging her niece’s shoulder in a playful way.
Smirking in kind, the child nodded. “Haha, I guess you’re right.” The child said, unbuckling her seat. She opened the door and hopped out, stepping onto the hot concrete parking lot. She could feel it, the asphalt radiated UV rays better than a tanning bed ever could.
“Oh wow!” Fluttershy grimaced, feeling a literal wave of heat roar through her open car door and hit you in the face, “This is just what you’d expect from a day with as much sunlight as this. Still though.” She said, idly looking around the parking lot for her little one. To her surprise, Scootaloo just so happened to be around the other side of the car.
“What?” Scootaloo questioned, looking up at her guardian.
“Hehe, nothing. I hadn’t realized it until now, but you’re kinda a short girl aren’t you?” Fluttershy giggled, patting Scootaloo on the head.
Unamused, Scootaloo stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry.
“Haha, come on.” Fluttershy said, patting Scootaloo’s shoulder. She kept a look at for cars, but aside from a couple moving around in the distance there really weren’t any. That being said, the some 200 feet of walking was still pretty uncomfortable despite the lack of traffic.
Scootaloo in a cordial act opened the massive glass door for her caretaker. “After you.”
Walking through the entrance way, Fluttershy nodded her head. “Why thank you.” She answered, happy with her niece’s manners. It was clear that she didn’t take after her mother.
Behind her mother, Scootaloo emerged to the discovery of just how big the mall was. There was rows up rows of white tile that divided the elegantly crafted sections of boys, girls, and women’s clothes up into their own respective style. Not that other stores she’d shopped at in the past didn’t do the exact same thing, but this store really went all out to promote a seasonal summary vibe.
Smiling, Fluttershy gestured with her hand for her daughter to move forward. “You’re free to get whatever you want.” She said, looking down at her niece in a joyvial manner, “Although, I’d prefer you get atleast like seven pairs of pants- and a ton of tops. I mean, we can shop around this mall if you want, but all the stores basically have all the same stuff.
“S-seven pairs of pants?” Scootaloo questioned, turning her head in confusion. “Umm… how are we going to carry all the stuff?”
The women blink for a brief second as the thought caught up with her. “Huh- I guess you’re right.” She said, looking around the store.
“Ma'am” A sales clerk announced, walking up to the Fluttershy. “Carts are over there. Although I must apologize, the only carts this mall offers for lease are the twin carts meant for children. They’re allowed throughout the Meadow Field Mall and if you’re planning on going to any other departments today, I’d recommend nabbing one. Of course, the members of our clothing department would be more than happy to assist you in taking out the bags to your car, if you so request.”
“Oh- well that’s okay I guess.” Fluttershy said, staring blankly at the carts. She pulled out her phone to double check on something.
Panicking, the manager pulled out a coupon of sorts. “H-here you go ma’am. I’m sorry if our store caused any inconvenience to you or your child. If you need anything, I’ll be around.”
“Huh-oh. Why thank you.” She said, walking over to the row of carts and hoisted one off the lot of them. She swung it around, looking down at the twin-seat for just a split second before looking up with a smirk, “Ooh Scootaloo, do you wanna- Scootaloo?” She stopped, questioning the whereabouts of her niece.
Knowing that she couldn’t have gotten far, her maternal instincts kicked in and she walked to the nearest apartment; the women’s department. She did a quick peak around the gist of the major attration stands, but found no sign of the child.
“Oh God, did I seriously just loose Scootaloo?” She thought to herself, turning the cart around. To her astonishment, she could actually see Scootaloo’s magenta hair peaking out from atop rack of the much more colorfully decorated ‘girl’s section. Humping the cart over the plastic guard that divided the tile rows from the decadent wool carpeting, she strolled over to the girl.
“Huh? Oh, hey Fluttershy.” Scootaloo said, letting go of a rather glittery pony shirt.
Relieved and a bit excitied, the women simply raised an eyebrow at the shirt; it looked at least five years too young for Scootaloo to wear. “Hehe, I’m not going to lie. I didn’t expect you to be over here.” She admitted.
“Well, you said it yourself.” Scootaloo replied as she casually picked the shirt off the rack, “I’m no NBA or even WNBA player. I’m still only like a size 14- if you happen to find anything you think I might like.”
“Hehe, what do you like? You seem to be effectuated with bright colours and cartoons it seems.” She said, referencing the pack of diapers she curiously investigated earlier, “I always thought you’d like something a bit more pop-punky. You know, band t-shirts, natural colours, leather and denim?”
The child nodded, “I do, but let’s face it. I don’t want to seem like I’m obsessed with music.” She said, walking up to a rack of colourful denim shorts, “I-I still like bands and stuff like Greenday or All Time Low. But I wouldn’t mind showing off, you know? Look bit more ‘girly’.”
“Hehe, I understand.” The women smiled, looking down at the child and playfully ruffling her hair, “When you’re done though. Just toss everything in the cart and bring it on there. I’ll be waiting.” She said, waving a hand to the girl.
“Gotcha.” Scootaloo answered, turning her attention back to the isles upon isles of clothing racks. Brands like Joy, New Age, Play Girl, Fashion By Design, and other fashions lined the walls. But aside from the occasional cutsie t-shirt, romper, or doll dress, she stuck with her roots. Instead picking out very colorful to natural coloured shorts and matching them with t-shirts, cardigans, and more form fitted khaki coloured bomber jacket.
Upon finishing her shopping, the girl used a good part of her physical strength simply to push the cart over to the resting bench where her aunt was sitting. “Alright. I-I got a new wardrobe.” She said, letting her guardian take the cart.
“Oh wow, you definitely did, didn’t you.” She said, picking up the various pieces of clothing. Smiling, she smirked, “Alright. So I see you definitely went heavy on the band shirts- and apparently walking around underdressed. Hehe- you uh, you forgot to buy any panties, bras, or socks.” She said, picking a pleated flannel skirt and dropping it back into the container.
Scootaloo’s eyes opened wild and she smiled, “Oh yeah! I completely forgot. Sorry, my mom always bought my underwear. It’s why it’s always so ugly. I mean- you’ve seen the bra I’m wearing.”
“Hehe, do you even know what size bra you wear.” Fluttershy asked, quite impressed by the child’s apathetic take on her fashion.
Blushing, the child chuckled, “Hehe… no.”
***
“Wow. That was expensive. You have expensive taste.” Fluttershy giggled, watching the girl pace alongside her as they made their way towards the exit.
“Hehe. I’m sorry it cost so much.” Scootaloo blushed, continuing to hold unto the railing of the cart as they stepped out of the clothing store. She looked over at Fluttershy, “If you want, I could pay for lunch. I still have money from cleaning the neighbors-“
Humbled, the mother made a shewing motion with her hand, “You’re good Scootaloo, you earned that money and your clothes.” She said as she pushed the cart through the big glass door that divided the store’s precious AC from the rest of the practically smoking earth.
“Oh wow.” Scootaloo said, setting onto the stubbornly hot concrete sidewalk that surrounded the mall, “No joke. Are we going through some sort of heat wave right now?”
“I think we might be.” Fluttershy commented, stopping in her tracks. Reaching in her brown messenger bag, she tug around for a bit and eventually pulled a travel sized blue bottle. “Hold out your arms.” She said, ducking next to the child.
Scootaloo’s eyes widened as far as they could go with the sun as bright as it was, “Sunscreen? I thought we were just going to lunch after this?”
Rubbing the topical gel between her hands, She gently gripped Scootaloo’s forearm and started rubbing it in. “We are just going to lunch. But, I know you have sensitive skin Scootaloo- remember that time at the Zoo when you were younger and you got burnt walking in and out of the exhibits; and that was mostly all indoors.”
Scootaloo cringed at the relatively cold gel absorbed its way into her skin. “Ooh- oh, that actually fells nice” She said, easing up to the feeling as her aunt started rubbing at the back of her neck. The smell hit her nose like a gas leak and let out a small forcible cough, “Ech- ow. Isn’t this still a bit excessive?”
“Nope.” Fluttershy said, finishing up. Throwing the gel back into her bag, she rubbed the reminents off on her dress, “I know you might be used to the rough and tough method of doing everything yourself. But I’m a little bit more- I’m a bit more ‘protective’ of kids than your mom is.”
Following from behind, the child more or less clung to her aunts side as they made their way back to the car. “What do you mean ‘protective’?”
Fluttershy approached her car and lifted her key ring up in the air. Clicking a button, she smirked watching the trunk door fly open. “I mean, that I’m more concerned about your well-being than your mom will or would be.”
“How come?” Scootaloo asked, picking up one of the heavy colourfully decorated shopping bags with both hands and tossed it into the car.
Fluttershy thought about it for just a second as she moved the other two clothing bags as well as the one with electronics into the rear of the Tesla. Shutting the trunk, she nodded, “That’s a good question. Let me go get this put away and I’ll get back to on that.”
Acting in occurrence with Fluttershy’s wishes, Scootaloo walked over to the passenger side of the car and got inside. She waited for a minute, silently tapping her little flip-flops against the rubber ground mat; just waiting for the answer.
“Alrighty.” Fluttershy answered as she climbed in. She stuck the key in the ignition to turn the A/C on, then leaned back in her leather seat. Smiling, she turned her head to the girl, “Because I can recognize that while you’re not a baby anymore, you’re also not an adult either. And while I'm sure you have plenty of life experience, you guidence is still an important part of growing up to be a healthy person.”
Curious, Scootaloo looked down at her lap and then back over at Fluttershy. “G-go on?” she asked, swallowing rather harshly.
The mother nodded, “I know you’ve been raised differently from most kids, Scootaloo. Your home life was a bit colder than most, you didn’t always have the most money, and – well you know what I’m saying.” She deliberated as she focused thought on getting the car back onto the street.
The child sat in her seat, tensing up at the thought. Her mind rising, she seemingly burned on the inside as her face flared up in a bright red hue; she looked embarrassed.
The mother made a quick glance at the girl at the child then frowned sympathetically. “Oh honey, no. There’s not a single thing wrong with you. I’m just saying that it’s important to me that I treat you better than your mother did because you do deserve to be treated rightly- like a child.” She said, reaching an arm out to her niece and patting her shoulder.
There was a part of the child’s psyche that wanted to freak out, but at the same time there was a calm serenity to her godmother’s touch; almost like watching wind blow behind storm proof windows. Of all the emotions she was feeling, she decided to express happiness.”
“Y-you remember how last night I-I said I wanted to get something off my chest?” The girl asked, in a very half confident manner, with a very half happy smile.
Fluttershy raised an eyebrow, “Does it have to do with your mother's fight with you?”
Scootaloo’s face kept it’s blushed shade of red and her heart rate picked up again, but that didn’t stop her nodding. “Y-yeah. I-I guess she told you. I-If I’m going to be living with you for a while- I-I think you outta hear it from my mouth though.” she said, twittering her fingers against the car's leather window-sill.
“Sure thing.” Fluttershy agreed, looking at the Ponyville exit sign. “Do you want to wait until we get to the restaurant to talk about it? I could understand if you did.”
“Actually, C-could we just skip the lunch out and buy pizza or something tonight? I’m already feeling a little woozy just thinking about telling you.” The girl replied, sinking back into her seat a little.
Nodding, Fluttershy simply patted the girl’s shoulder again as she kept a curious eye planted on the traffic on the highway, “That’s perfectly fine Scoots."
The child nervously smiled as she muttered, “T-thanks. Well basically, I uh- I wanna be babied. Not like necessarily dressed like a baby and not like talked to like a baby. But still-“
“You want to be pampered like a toddler?” Fluttershy interjected, quite sure of Scootaloo’s intent. She kept a straight face, “I'm no physiological expert, but from the way your mothers' been talking about you, it seems like you've been missing a stable parental figure. I didn't want to say anything until I found out for sure, but I assumed the diapers your mom busted you for last night might be a form of succorance. Um- I guess I right."
The child turned amber red at the face, but felt strangely relaxed by the presence of her Godmother. Looking up at rather bushy green foliage that surrounded her on each side, she smiled quite hopeful. “C-could you do it? C-could you treat me like baby?” she turned her eyes to her guardian.
“Well of course I can baby you; if that makes you feel more comfortable that is.” Fluttershy replied, turning off into the heavily forested back road where her cottage lay. She kept one hand on the leather exterior of the wheel and the other one in her lap.
Her emotions simmered down a bit as the child simply patted her lap with both hands. “I-I’m not gonna lie. I was excepting you to freak out a little bit more than this. A-are you sure you’re alright with it.”
Giggling, the godmother nodded. “Hehe, I’m sure I’ll be alright babying you. I mean, I'll have to get used to talking like a baby to someone your age, but I know it's something you'd have to feel genuine about to admit it. If you want to wear diapers, suckle on a binky, and have me keep you on a short leash like when you were a toddler, I won't judge; as long as doing it keeps you feeling proactive."
“W-wow. T-that’s such a relief.” Scootaloo admitted, quieting her hands movement. Curiously, she looked over, “Wait, what do you mean by ‘keep me on a short leash’?”
Fluttershy watched as the silver end of the Telsa stopped a few meters in front of the garage and smiled, “I mean I’d treat you more like one of the kids I baby sit. You know, I’d feed you, hold your hand in public, make you ask to use the bathroom- err, or change you if you want me to.”
Scootaloo’s face flushed red again, “You would? Wouldn't that be like- gross?”
The aunt nodded as she lay back in her seat. Staring the blushing child in her now very white eyes, she smirked in a somewhat proud manner, “Scootaloo. I’ve changed baby diapers and I’ve changed old lady diapers. I’ve cleaned up vomit. I’ve cleaned up blood. And I’ve stitched open wounds shut. There’s pretty well nothing you acting like a baby that'd disgust me.”
Beaming in a gaze of child like innocence, she practically cheered, “Ooh- could you diaper me?”
The godmother blinked for just a second before give her niece another smiling nod, “Sure things Scoots, it’ll be just like old times. Who said that 2005 had to be the end of your diaper days.” She giggled.
“I stare, fractured over myself. I feel so broken, yet so comfortably numb. Almost like I want to scream, but there’s air to resonate through anyway. I am useless, yet so alive inside and outside of myself.”
There Fluttershy stood, dispensing the disposable part of her razor blade in the trash. She leaned over the girl like a paramedic examining the corpse of an comatose body. There was something so intrinsic in Scootaloo’s eyes- they were so vacant and crystallized, almost like she were high. But that was impossible, there was no weed in the house and she’d confiscated the medicine long before she started ‘cleaning’ her niece.
“Uh Scootaloo.” Fluttershy panned, waving a hand over the girl’s face.
“Huh- wha?” Scootaloo broke out of her hypnotic trans and looked over at her godmother, “What’s up?”
Smiling, the women opened the top drawer to reveal the regular baby diapers, along with the various topical remedies meant to keep rashes on the fringe. She picked up probably the most important of any of the solutions, a bottle of baby powder.
“Oh, that’s really strong.” The girl puckered her face, covering her mouth and nose with her forearm. She kept her eyes fixated up at the ceiling, but the smell and dry feeling still remained long after the dust was poured on.
Fluttershy giggled, dusting her hands of the powder like she just got away with murder. “Hehe, the real question is. Now that you’re powdered, what kind of diaper should I put you in.” the mother asked, looking over at the child.
Scootaloo blinked, “What? I mean- I’m fine with anything you got. I’m like a little under 40kg- uh, and I’m like 140cm if that helps.”
The women walked over to the closet and opened it up, showing that there wasn’t just an overabundance of cast, clothing, and other safety oriented equipment. But also a wide selection of day-time medical diapers. She skimmed her finger across a stack of the plastic wrapped packages, then pulled out the one that she thought Scootaloo might be comfortable wearing.
“Alright.” Fluttershy muttered to herself, shutting the closet door quite elegantly. She paced back over to the changing table and set the package in the open drawer where the baby diapers and everything else laid.
Scootaloo continued to lay back on the changing table casually resting her head on her bent-back forearms. She snuck a glance as Fluttershy quietly tore into the package of diapers right by her side.
“Those- err these are medical diapers meant for chronically disabled teenagers, so they’re a bit more stylish than the typical hospital design. Albeit, they’re not nearly as discrete” She said, taking one out of the package and pushing the drawer properly back into the changing table.
Scootaloo tried peeking another glance at them, but her immediate frontal sight was almost completely obscured by the lifting of her ankles into the air. Then she felt it, her aunt slid the diaper underneath her freshly shaven behind. She could feel the cool cotton like texture creep in between her legs and the pompous faux-paper texture wrap around her waist like she were receiving a little hug.
The child tried sitting up, but a firm palm on her tummy instructed her otherwise. “Shh… aunty Fluttershy has to find you the perfect outfit.” She said, walking over to the wardrobe and grabbing two items very contradictory to the underwear she was wearing- a black Beatles T-shirt and a pair of kachi shorts.
Scootaloo opened her mouth for a split second to ask, “Wait- what does it-?”
“Shh.” Fluttershy shushed the girl, helping her into the new outfit like clockwork. She helped lace her niece’s head and arms through the shirt’s given holes and did the exact same for her little legs and their shorts.
When all was said and done, the aunt finally reached out her hands and smiled, “Alright baby, now you can sit up.” She said, grabbing the girl by her wrist and helping the child onto her newly padded seat.
“Oh- oh wow.” Scootaloo said, leaning her hands to support herself on the changing table. She pressed down on the bulk that seemingly inflated the inside of her new shorts, in a bought of speculative disbelief. The way the diaper felt to her was so bizzare, almost like she was naked but still wrapped in a towel or sitting on a pillow.
“Hehe, no touching yourself there Scoots.” Fluttershy giggled, sticking her hands underneath the girl’s freshly shaven underarms and lifting her off of her seat and feet first onto the plush white carpet below.
Upon impact, Scootaloo felt her legs quiver like there was an arbitrary gravity that made it harder for her to walk. Stumbling a foot forward, she was quick to note that her imbalance was actually the diaper throwing off her proper stance.
“Easy Scoots.” Fluttershy said, grabbing the child’s shoulders from behind, “You alright?”
Nodding, the child panned her head over to the mirror.
“Awe, wanna check yourself out?” Fluttershy asked rhetorically as she grabbed her niece’s hand and helped balance her walk over to the sidewall mirror.
Scootaloo in her hazy state, gazed blankly at her small girlish frame in the reflection. She turned her hip to examine it, slowly running her tiny hands down the lower of her back in a hypnotic and somewhat transitive physical scan of her own body. What she saw in front of her, didn’t surprise her for the most part. Her somewhat messily cut magenta hair, her pale caucasian skin, and the way her black t-shirt and little kachi shorts covered her up was nice.
But then the diaper- the diaper it peaked over the hem of her shorts and just high enough that everyone could see it. That wasn’t even to mention how much it diluted and infantile her frame looked with her current underwear.
“I-I-ah-ahhh.” Scootaloo hyperventilated, as she fell back against her caregiver in a bout of frightful thoughts of shame and regret.
“Woah-woah. Hey.” Fluttershy called out, moving her arms back under Scootaloo’s arm pits and holding her steady. She hugged the child from behind then gently crouched to lower the girl on her padded backside. “Is something wrong?” she questioned, staring at her niece’s visibly red expression.
Tears formed at the corners of the child’s eyes as she continued to hyperventilate, “I-I-I’m- ahhh!” she broke away from her sentence as she cried out a long drawn out moan.
“Hey-shh. Shh.” The women cooed, sitting behind the girl and hugging her arms snuggly around Scootaloo’s chest in a relaxed manner. She placed her chin on the girl’s shoulder and pointed at the mirror, “Scootaloo- listen. Look at that mirror.”
Scootaloo shook her head, “I-I don’t want too!”
Feeling the heir of responsibility fall on her shoulders, she used her sterner voice that was almost exclusively reserved for younger children. “Scootaloo- that’s not an option, you have to the count of three to look up. One…”
“Flutter-“
“Two…”
“F-fine.” Scootaloo moaned, lifting her head and looking herself straight in her teary magenta eyes. Her expression went from awestruck for a few brief seconds then dropped into a frowny smirk of sorts.
Hugging the child a little tighter, the motherly aunt kissed the child on the crown of her head and nuzzled her nose against her hair. “Hey- I want you to keep looking.”
Sniffling, the child kept a weak but still stair at herself. Her legs sprawled out as leaned back on her aunt’s chest.
“You see that girl… she’s still just as beautiful and as lovely as the girl who wasn’t wearing diapers. Look at her wavy magenta hair, her adorable rosy cheeks, and her cute little frame. You’re still a beautiful young women- Scootaloo.” Fluttershy cooed, continuing to coddle the child in her arms.
Scootaloo’s long breaths lessened and lessened until they became regular again, he heart beat slowed down, and her expression became less intense and just slightly pleased with the sight. “I-I it’s just so much to take in.” She admitted, trying to regain her posture as she stood up on her thin little legs.
Following in kind, Fluttershy also stood up. Brushing one of Scootaloo’s lingering hairs off her shoulder, she cracked a small joke, “Hehe, well that makes two of us.”
“Well, you wouldn’t be the first Doctor to see me butt naked.” Scootaloo retorted, walking over to her temporary bed and planting her rump straight on its somewhat plush but slightly stiff mattress.
“Hehe, that’s probably for the best of things- I’d hope.” Fluttershy said, deliver a small cough as she covered her mouth. She walked up to her over-grown toddler and bent on her knees, “Say Sweetie. What do you want for lunch? I’ll make you anything you want.”
Snidely, the child laid back in her bed closed her eyes, “How about Oreos and Coke?”
“No no no, hehe.” Fluttershy giggled, reaching a hand out and grabbing the girl’s bare foot. She shook it a little, “Come on Scoots, tell me what you want and I’ll make it.”
Scootaloo covered her face with her tiny hands and moaned, “Ooh, how about a ham sandwich or something- maybe apples. I like apples.”
“Hehe alright, stay up here sweetie. I’ll be right back.” Fluttershy said, standing up and jetting for the door.
***
Scootaloo was sitting there, laid back in her bed with her earbuds on watching as the sun crept ever so slowly on her ceiling; parading and cascading against the white speckled surface. Her mind seemed to ellipse around a multitude of ideas, both positive and negative as she rested quietly on her bed.
She was kinda feeling empty in her tummy, then again- she was also feeling kinda nauseous and a little bit bloated; almost like she needed to use the bathroom. But no- she had no urgent need to use the bathroom just yet. Let alone the fact that she was definitely going to have to consciously push herself to use her diaper; and that would not be a pretty sight for Fluttershy to stumble upon.
“I’m back!” Fluttershy cheered, walking in through the door carrying something rather unorthodox. It was a baby blue plastic plate with a saucer of applesauce and several slices of crustless sandwich. More interestingly, there was a bottle of something so red it could only be fruit punch.
Scootaloo’s eyes shot open and she sat up on her padded rump, feeling her shorts tug awkwardly downward as she did so. Blushing a bit, she popped the earbuds out of their appropriate holes and raised an eyebrow. “Huh? Fruit punch?” she asked as a maya blue side table was carried up to her bed.
Smiling, Fluttershy crept over the table and set the entrée in front of her the child calmly. “It’s a sugary alternative that doesn’t have cause the same problems as regular pop, Scootaloo.” She answered quite politely.
Scootaloo curiously picked up one of the sandwich slice and asked, “Why not pop?” before taking a bite. She didn’t particularly care for Soda anyhow, but it was still worth asking.
“Well, two reasons.” Fluttershy answered, squatting down on a rather lavish low-set white couch that sat adjacent to the race-car bed. Sitting down, she mentally scanned the wall for size measurements and smiled, “I uh- Coke and other sodas have a lot of bad things in them. Not only does the caffeine stunt physical growth, but it can also help cause acne to form, as well as ruin your internal clock.”
“So?” Scootaloo asked, taking a curious bite of her sandwich. She crossed her legs, experimenting with the bulk of her hidden diaper as she swung her legs off the side of the bed.
Fluttershy nodded at her mental note, but then turned her attention over to her niece. “Oh- basically too much caffeine is really bad, especially for a little one.” She ended her speech, in a somewhat condescending tone.
“Right.” Scootaloo nodded, not entirely satisfied with her aunt’s answer as she took the bite of the second half of the sandwich. “I-uh, I noticed you cut the crust off my sandwich. How’d you know that I liked them like that?”
Smiling, Fluttershy kicked back in her seat. “Ooh, well I did used to baby sit you.”
“But, not since my dad originally deployed. What’s it been, eight- nine years?” She asked, setting down the sandwich and cautiously bringing the spout of the sippy cup up to her mouth.
Nodding, the aunt agreed. “Yeah- well almost ten actually; but yeah.” She relaxed herself as she sank further into the cushy confines of her seat. She stared romantically off into the sunbathed nursery’s blue sugar-coloured walls, “It’s kind of incredible to think, you don’t forget the kind of impact a departure like that has on your life.” The women admitted, becoming a little bit more somber in her expression. “I uh- I’ll never forget the last time I saw him hug your mother- and you…” She paused cranking a small smile as her face blushed up a bit, “Excuse me, I’m losing track aren’t I?”
“I-it’s alright.” Scootaloo admitted out loud. Standing up on her untrained legs, Scootaloo slowly waddled over to the couch with her red sippy cup in her hand.
“A-are you done already?” Fluttershy asked, wiping an eye as her niece waddled up to her; all bare foot and wobbly movement. Empathetically, she reached out her arms.
Scootaloo freaked out a bit on the inside as she was hoisted onto her aunt’s lap again, but then quickly calmed herself. “Hmm?” She questioned, hugging onto Fluttershy’s chest for supports. “Um- I was hungry and it wasn’t that big of a sandwich. Not that it wasn’t delicious and filling and stuff, but yeah- plus you were kinda in a trance there for a little while.” She answered as she stuck the spout of her sippy cup up to her lips again.
Smiling more warmly, Fluttershy subtly bounced her kneed as she drew the child closer. “Ooh Scoots. You’re definitely not quite the kid I was dealing with when you were still in pre-k. You’re so much bigger- yet, so much more timid.”
“Y-you think so?” The child asked, bringing the sippy cup back up to her mouth. A slight blush on her face, she felt her jaws contract a bit as she suctioned more of the cold-cherry like sugar water in her mouth.
“I know so.” Fluttershy said, gently petting her hand down Scootaloo’s shirt-covered back. “I-It’s funny what time does to a person. I left for Uni with a 2.8 GPA student; I come out with a Doctorate. You left primary school in panties but you’re coming back in diapers. At least you have a pretty decent GPA I suppose.”
Smirking, the child playfully kicked her legs. “Heyy- do you really expect me to keep wearing diapers all the way til school starts back up? What do you think my mom would think?”
“I-I’m not sure.” Fluttershy earnestly answered. “What I do know is, that my niece isn’t the same girl I knew a week ago and that maybe your passion for childhood needs to be treated with a little bit more solidarity. Maybe that’s what you really crave you know? To be free at heart, you need to feel free to do things you’d otherwise be too nervous to do.”
“You think so?” Scootaloo asked, curiously perking her lips out again to suckle on her juice.
Nodding Fluttershy hugged the girl tight against her chest again. “Ooh, yeah. But we’re going to treat you rationally I think. Let’s just say this- those diapers of yours are going wherever you’d usually go, but I’ll also try my best to keep them hidden.”
Opening her eyes wide, Scootaloo subconsciously pushed on the front of her shorts a little with her one free hand, “A-are you saying that I have to wear these in public?”
“Hehe, see. I told you you’re a tad bit shyer. Regardless- yeah. But, for good reason.” The aunt, reassured as she patting her niece’s back. “I just want you to be comfortable with yourself in any situation dear; and that includes being able to go outside while sporting a diaper.”
The child raised an eyebrow for a second before spurting out, “What kinda logic is that? I already can talk to strangers, I just tense up sometimes. Wearing a dirty diaper in front of them isn’t going to change that.”
“Not particularly…” Fluttershy half agreed, continuing to hold her antsy child still, “But- for one I’m not going to let you walk outside in a dirty diaper and I’m also going to be right behind you, encouraging you to be a ‘special’ baby. Because you are a special baby and you should feel comfortable acting like one.” She clarified.
“But what if someone I know sees me?” the child pondered, genuinely starting to feel a bit anxious.
Fluttershy kissed the child’s forehead. “Then nothing. I always shop in Meadow’s Field, not Ponyville; I also doubt we’ll go out much anyhow.”
“O-Okay.” The child reluctantly agreed, taking a sip of her drink again.
“Hehe, that’s the Scoots I know. Now, I think it’s time for some R&R.” She said flexing her thigh, bouncing the girl just a single inch off her seat.
Scootaloo puckered her eyebrow, “R&R? Do you want me to take a nap? It’s only like 12:30 in the afternoon; I’m not even tired.” She commented, watching for her aunt’s reaction as she was hoisted by her underarms and gently set feet first on the ground. Hobbling forward for just a second, the girl balanced herself on her bare feet.
“Please Scootaloo.” The women asked, hovering over the girl’s shoulder. Grabbing Scootaloo’s shoulders, she slowly wandered over to the race car bed, “It’s a rule of mine that all little ones have to take a nap at noon- and you’re already late.”
Scootaloo frowned a little but obediently crawled under the rather bulbous confines of her comforter. Reenacting her position from earlier, she lowered her head on her pillow and groaned, “Ohh, I’m not even tired. Can’t I do something else instead?”
“Noo.” Fluttershy stated quite matter of factly as she went to close the nursery’s shutters. Tugging on a string, she watched as the curtains dropped an the opacity of the room’s light dimmed. Smiling she turned back to look at the resting child, “Unless you want to spend the next thirty minutes in the time out corner that is.”
“Fine.” The girl answered, turning over in the bed to watch her aunt scramble around the room for something. Curiously, she watched as Fluttershy reached into the little wooden cubbies of the changing table.
“Say Scootaloo.” Fluttershy announced, as walked towards the room’s closet “What’s your favorite colour?”
Scootaloo closed her eyes for just a split second as she pondered the thought. “Uh- is white an answer?” She announced, grabbing a nearby race-car plushy and hugging it against her chest, “White is a colour, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, white is a colour- kinda. But that’s all I needed to know.” Fluttershy answered, pulling open a the drawer of a big plastic cubby that was filled to the brim with various pacifier guards and nipples.
Curiously, Scootaloo kept watching as aunt assembled the pacifier; slipping the nipple through the opening in the shield. She kicked her legs under the sheets of her blanket; inquisitively examining the sensation of the blanket’s soft cotton fabric against her freshly shaven calves. It was cool and comforting in the same way an ice-pack is on a rug burned knee.
“There, it’s perfect.” Fluttershy sounded, walking to the child with a lively smile on her face. She walked right up to the child and knelt her knees on the room’s staticy white carpet.
Looking up at her aunt, Scootaloo pursed her lips only to feel the squeaky rubber of an orthopedic nipple brace into them. Instinctively, she let her tongue caress the newly formed saliva proof mass in her mouth and slightly bit down on it as she sucked inwards.
Reaching her hand forward, the women gently petting her niece’s covered hip with her palm, “Good baby.” She cooed, appreciating the child's willingness to trust.
Truthfully relaxed, the girl kept her head planted warmly on the pillow as her intention of staying awake floated away from her like puff of smoke in a dying fire. She could feel her own sensitivity slip away from her as her body and her mind calmed down and her comfortable trappings seemed to bring her to a state of true tranquility.
Peaking her eyes up like a curious specter, she suckled on the pacifier as she looked at her Fluttershy . There really was something fantastic about her aunt’s diamond blue eyes- they were hazy, but so clear. They were distracting, but complimented every loving dimple blemish in her tan-like complexion. Most importantly, they seemed to extenuate every stray long flowing hair of her aunt’s bushy pink-ish bubble gum hair. There was no denying it; she was a really beautiful person.
And there she was, a women with so many talents- so much beauty and life- paying attention to her of all people; as if she really were her mother.
The child cracked a grin beneath the white mouth guard of her pacifier.
“Oooh Scootaloo.” Fluttershy moaned as she stood back up from her spot, “Goodnight baby girl. If you need me, just call. I'll be downstairs doing grown up stuff.”
Nodding contently, the child let her comforter fall just heavily enough to keep her still as she watched a blurry rendition of the nursery and her loved one vanish behind a self-created shadow of fog and exhaustion. Her last lingering impulse to stay awake vanished into obscurity, causing her eyes to shutter close, her body to rag doll, her mind to rest, and her mouth to gape open just a crack around the rubber nipple of her pacifier. As far as she was concerned, she was just a drooly baby taking a nap.
“Ugh.” Scootaloo sounded, angrily attempting to flail her arms into the air to cover her ears. But to her surprise, there was no mobility and every time she tried to tug upwards her wrist would jerk back. Come to think of it, she couldn't really see much either.
*Drip Drip Drip*
“Ehnnnn.” The teenager grunted, yanking desperately at the air. “Ugh, let me out! This is funny.” She mouthed out- but to no avail. The moment she quit talking there was a deafening silence that seemed to drown out the air, leaving her to do nothing to but quietly fidget in her turgid bondage, encapsulated in her state of lonely shame.
***
“Hey, Scootaloo.” Fluttershy said in a luminescent tone as she brought her hand down on Scootaloo’s shoulder.
Scootaloo fidgeted from side to side, then opened her eyes to the stunning vision of her aunt looming over her like a momma bird. “Oh.” She smiled, relieved that her sense of sight had come back and her retinal vision was working optimally again. Bunching her knees up close to her chest, she hugged them with her two free arms.
“Uh- well how do I put this? A-are you a bedwetter?” Fluttershy asked, in a loving tone. “It’s perfectly okay if you are, I just need to know because your diaper may have leaked and I don’t know if it was a intentional.”
Looking down at her lap, the girl’s heart went completely dead and her eyes opened wider than ever before. “Oh-oh geez. I forgot.” She muttered, her face flushing a deep red.
“Oh, it’s okay baby.” Fluttershy said, leaning in to coddle the child.
“No it’s not!” She whined, kicking her feet out as she covered her face. She lost her composter, throwing her whole body onto its side as she continued to sulk around in her wet diaper and sheets. The bedwetting didn’t disturb her, the leaking did.
Fluttershy closed her eye for a brief second, then reinforced her smile. Standing up, she gestured with her hands, “Yes it is. Now, stand up for your aunty before you get a rash.”
Scootaloo looked up her aunt for just a brief second then nodded. “O-okay.” She answered, crawling out of the bed. In a very diffident tone, the girl bite her thumb a little bit as she stood.
“Good girl.” Fluttershy said, walking behind the girl. Noticing the sheer sagginess of her niece’s nappy, she smiled. “Hehe, awe. It’s no wonder your bed’s all wet, somebody is a wittle soaker.” She teased, patting the thing with her hand, “Go on, get on a pair of leggings before it falls off.”
“B-but?” the girl asked, turning her head around.
Reaching her hands forward, Fluttershy grabbed the sides of Scootaloo’s head and turned straight again in a gentle motion. “No no- no buts. Now go on and waddle your little soggy bottom over there and get on your leggings before your diaper gives you-”
“O-okay.” Scootaloo blushed, grabbing the elastic of her diaper as she took an awkwardly hobbly step forward. Trekking forward what felt like a thousand feet, she made it in front of the dresser and opened its wooden doors.
Fluttershy took a seat on the part of race car bed that wasn’t wet. With a smug expression on her face, she watched her niece stop in her tracks and pull a set of white tights over her diapered tushie. “Hehe, awe. Alright, now come here and take a seat.” She said, pointing at the ground.
Following suite, the child nervously hobbled back over to the spot her aunt told her to sit and got on her knees. Looking up at her aunt, she felt two feet tall, and damp- and cold. The sooner she could get out of her situation the better.
“Okay.” Fluttershy said, setting her hands on her knees. “The truth is, I don’t care if you make potty-pants in your sleep or any time. But if you are going to start actually ‘using’ them, I think it be best if we uh- accommodate for them in your wardrobe. Uh- you know how baby girls wear bloomers under their dresses?”
Scootaloo nodded, somewhat alighted by the concept.
“Yeah, well if you’re going to ‘use’ your diapers for all your pottying, especially for poopies, we need to make sure you don’t leak or have a blowout. Making you onesies is a simple trick of a fabric work- nothing Rarity or I couldn’t make with one of your t-shirts. Same thing goes for the bloomers I guess. But in the meantime, I don’t want to see you out of your tights unless I undress you. Trust me, you’d be surprised how often diapers ‘malfunction’.”
Biting her thumb subconsciously, the girl nodded again. “Wait- what about when we’re in public?” She asked, quite curiously. Not that she’d really mind.
“Well, given that your jeans are pretty well a non-option with how bulgy your diapers are, you’ll probably be wearing a skirt anyway. So yeah, I still think you should at the very least put on a pair of high cut knickers to cover your backside.” The aunt said, nonchalantly standing up from the bed.
Thinking in an obedient manner, the girl tracked the aunt’s movement while she continued sitting. From the looks of it, her aunt was pulling several of her shirts out of the lavishly decorated bag. “Wait, why are you taking my clothes?” the child asked, tilting her head to the side.
Fluttershy smiled, carrying the pile of technicolored t-shirts towards the bedroom door. “I’m just taking some of your tops so that I can make them into proper onesies. Trust me, it’s supposed to hit nearly 32C today. I mean I know we’re in the woods and this places AC is pretty good. But if we’re going to get pizza, you’re not going to wear tights.”
“Wait, I’m supposed to go out in a onesie?” Scootaloo asked, standing up in a dazed manner. It was all too much too early. Almost like she was moving in bullet time and everything else was 2x the speed it was supposed to be.
“No-sweetie.” Fluttershy answered, pressing her palm against her forehead, “You’re supposed to go out in a onesie and a skirt.”
Scootaloo walked over to the mirror. “I dunno.” She said, turning tush towards the mirror and checked herself from behind. “Isn’t a t-shirt and skirt combo a little bit ‘young’ for me. Like, I get the diaper obviously is a childish thing to wear but a t-shirt and skirt combo is so… well, middle school.”
Gesturing with her hand for Scootaloo to come with, the mother hushed the girl. “Shh, you talk way too much for a toddler Scootaloo. Now come on, let me show you how to work a sewing machine.”
***
“Alright.” Fluttershy said, spinning a white thread through the various gears of the inside of her machine. “You ever hear the term ‘thread the needle Scootaloo?” She asked, trapping the spindle and it’s cotton wire with a white hatch.
Scootaloo, resting her head on her folded arms, staring intently at the machine and its penetratingly sharp needle. “Yeah, I take it you’re talking about lacing the little thread through that hole in the needle right? Like a difficult situation right?”
The aunt nodded pridefully, “Right! Oh, you smart smart cookie.” She said, bringing up a large piece of white cotton that mimicked the rough shape of a t-shirt. Carefully lining up two layers of the fabric, the women flipped on the machines switch and went to work.
Like a rapidly firing piston, the steel tip pierced the fabric over and over again, lacing and weaving the two pieces of fabric together in a cordial bond. Then it stopped.
“Hmm?” The girl questioned, raising her eyebrow as her aunt stopped the machine in its tracks.
“Hehe… I’ve only done the left sleeve Scootaloo.” The women said, rounding the dress on its side so that the needle hung over the lining to the shoulder. Turning her swivel chair to the side, she placed her hands on her knees and smiled at her niece, “Tell you what, this is going to take a couple of minutes. How about grab your icky sheets from the playroom and run them through the wash for your me?”
The child thought about the comment for a brief second then smiled. “Okee.” She said, standing up herself. Not wanting to waste time- as if finishing her task would really make Fluttershy’s sewing go any faster- she made a half run to the door. As fast as her legs tried moving on and off the ground, the dead wet feeling bound against her otherwise bare bottom short-circuited her movements. So she waddled.
Turning around briefly, Fluttershy giggled looking at the somewhat soaked back side of her niece’s tights. “Hehe, careful soggy butt.” She said, turning back to face the sewing machine, “I don’t want my favorite girl getting hurt now.”
Scootaloo smiled a little at the title ‘favorite girl’, even if she were Fluttershy’s only ‘girl’. She had other work to do. In a perky manner, she hopped across the fluffy white carpet of her new residence, practically skipping with the awkward bulk of her diaper preventing her from running. Down the hallway and through the nursery door, she was reminded of her degrading mess.
“Oh.” She said, slowing down to a little waddle again. Approaching the blue trim of the racecar bed, she tugged at the soft cotton elastic with a grain of resentment in her movement. Annoyed, threw the pillows and stuffies on the ground and bound the wet sheets into a big bundle.
She closed her eyes and cringed a little bit. The smell of her shame was overbearing in the air and the fact that the sunlight was indirectly hitting the middle half of the bed didn’t help. Flustered she hugged the pile of clothes close against her chest.
‘Stupid bladder… stupid leaky diaper...” She pouted, fumbling her way down the hallway, down the stairway, and into the kitchen. Throwing her goods on the linoleum ground in front of her, she went to attend to the washer. She uncapped the top of the bottle and with her measly muscles and tipped the container just far enough to leak the blue-liquid into its proper container.
And sure enough- it overflowed.
“Damn it.” She muttered, just loud enough for the sound to resonate across the otherwise vacant household. Frustrated, she popped the top loader open and shoved her blankets and sheets inside, leaving a new mess for aunt to find.
Stumbling back up to her the nursery, she kept the same sour expression as she had the minute she was reminded of the incident. “Hmmph.” She moaned, coming into the room.
Fluttershy turned around with a somewhat stern expression on her face and gestured with her hand for the child to come closer. “Come here Scootaloo.” She said, stoically.
“What?” Scootaloo asked, walking forward with a quizzical yet vaguely annoyed smirk on her face.
Scooting back in her seat a little bit, the aunt winded her hand back a little bit and lightly spanked her niece’s hindside. “Bad baby! You don’t use swear words when you’re pretending to be a baby.”
“Oww… But Fluttershy, I’m not actually a baby.” Scootaloo said, rubbing her backside. She closed her eyes and grimaced the moment she felt it however; her tights damp.
“I know you’re not actually a baby.” Fluttershy said, leaning over and giving the girl a small embrace, “But if you’re going to act young enough to walk around in a dirty diaper then you’re young enough not to cuss. I don’t care if you do ‘big girl’ stuff, but it’s my job to keep you controlled. Now what does a big girl say when she apologizes?”
Scootaloo’s smirk evened out as she regained her composure, “Fine. I’m sorry Fluttershy.” She said, in a more humble tone.
“Good girl.” Fluttershy cooed following her niece’s lead as she stood up “Now, I have exciting news for you.” Smiling, she flared the outfit open, “I got your first onesie sawn!”
“Ooh… wow!” Scootaloo said, lighting up a bit on the inside. She batted the white fabric like a kitten would a ball of yarn, “This is so neat, how’d you do it?”
Fluttershy giggled, hugging the fabric against her chest again. “A year of helping Rarity with projects and a knack for arts and crafts. Now come on soggy pants, stand in front of that mirror.”
Scootaloo did a small hop and ran in front of her Aunt’s bedroom mirror. And wow… she hadn’t realized just how messed up she looked. Her t-shirt was still alright looking. But the diaper was sagging in the front and stained a stale yellow colour. Blushing, she grabbed her leggings and tugged them down, “Hehe, maybe we should just ignore that.”
“Nooo.” The child spurted out in a juvenile tone “… okay maybe.”
“Hehe, come on sweetie.” Fluttershy said, grabbing the sleeves of her niece’s Beatles-T-shirt and lifted it over her body.
After some a copious amount of maneuvering, Fluttershy eventually landed the onesie over her niece’s head, and helped lace her arms through it too.
Very carefully, as instructed by her aunt, the kept holding onto her saturated nappy as the crotch of the onesie was buttoned properly. Standing back, Fluttershy carefully observed. Not only did the backside of the onesie manage hold the diaper, but the way the fabric was layered hugged the girl’s whole backside snugly, as well as her hips rather nicely. “Sweet. It’s the best I could have hoped for.”
Scootaloo turned to the side and observed the way the outfit only gave enough for the leg-guards of her diaper to show. “Oh wow. This is really neat! A bit tight, but really neat!”
“Thank you.” Fluttershy smiled, walking back behind the girl. “Now how about we head back to your room and get you out of that dirty diaper. The less time you keep it on the better.”
***
“Hehe, neato.” Scootaloo smiled, picking up her crayon. It was fascinating really, the way the material broke off and attached itself to the rustically poor paper that made up her colouring book. Smiling amorously, she leaned over in her seat and began filling in the dress of some unknown princess with a lavishly rosy colour.
“Awe baby.” Fluttershy sounded, leaned against the living room doorway like a knocked over sign post. Standing up straight, she trailed her way over to the table, droning over the girl with the delightful curiosity only a vested parent could. “Is someone dolling up a beautiful princess?”
Scootaloo blushed a little bit, but then nodded with a childish gleam of excitement. Her face lit up as she saw it.
Reaching her hand down, Fluttershy rubbed her hand through Scootaloo’s short magenta locks. “Awe, that makes two, sweetie. I just wanted to say, I’m not quite done with the first set of nappy covers and onesies, but I made you a snack in the kitchen. It’s not much, but it should hold you over while I get the rest of this stuff sawn.”
“Oh- uh… thanky!” Scootaloo chimed, twirling a part of her hair with her finger. “Am I allowed to get off the couch Fluttershy?”
Fluttershy gave the girl a curious smirk for a second before reminding herself of the context. “Oh-oh yeah. But just to and from the kitchen table sweetie. No exploring without aunty’s permission.” She said, fixing her tone of voice to a firmer manner as she strutted her way out of the room.
“Heh-“ The child chuckled, sitting down just long enough to hear her aunt’s footsteps become distal again. Hopping to her feet, she stumbled for just a second before regaining her balance.
But then it hit her.
Why walk?
With an eager smile forming on her rosy red face, the girl crouched down on her knees and stuck her diapered rump high in the air. In an exaggerated and somewhat foggy state, everything seemed to rush back to her. The hue of the house super-saturated itself and she hunkered down against the dusty white plush pillow that was her aunt’s living room carpet.
She pressed her hand against the surface, letting it sink in, letting the warm essence of her make-believe discoveries ignite every hormone, gland, and afferent signal in her system. The walls washed with the lavish green paint job of a Louisiana marsh land, the windows became exhilarating spectacles of dynamic fusion of bright blue and yellow pigments, and the kitchen became a destination as exciting the treasure at a pirate’s cove.
“Hehehe. Guh-bah.” She sounded, streaming the sensual line of gibberish that her mind created in her head and broadcasted it fully unfiltered for the world to judge. Likewise, with her physical body, she just kepted stumbling along on her knees, her padded rump battling for supremacy for the air between her actual backside and the fabric of the romper.
Marching her way through the admittedly chilly and uncomfortable linoleum floors, she would break her pace every few feet to look around at the black steel oven, or the finished wooden cabinets; as if they held some sort of fascinating merit.
However, the item that most struck the girl’s immediate vision was a bright stainless brass tin that hung over the edge of the table just enough tease its fruit and juice containers.
Her mind seemingly skipped a thought, “I can’t stand up, can I?” she asked herself ignorantly. After all, she was only a toddler. So, she reached for the dish…
*Crash*
“Scootaloo?” A distant voice called out in the quick succession of rattling metal on the floor. Approaching the doorway, the aunt clung the doorframe with both hands and slowly crept her face forward as if to brace for any immediate damage.
“Oooooooooooh.” Scootaloo moaned, as she rubbed her bare thigh with a single hand.
Fluttershy crept over to the table and sighed. “Oh Scootaloo, are you feeling alright? D-did you hurt yourself?”
“No.” Scootaloo admitted, standing back up on her feet. Very carefully, she tip toed over the stainless brass tray and the various fruit contents. Her diaper’s contentious shape lagging her step tremendously as she waddled back over to her colouring book, “Just my pride.”
“Well…” Fluttershy said, taking a quick examination of her newly dirtied kitchen floor. “I guess I can’t blame you for leaving the baby all alone.” She smirked a little as she brushed the bangs out of her own face, “You know even a little Scootaloo wouldn’t have done this right? Hehe.”
Puckering her lips slightly, Scootaloo toddled her way away from the scene “I-I’ll just be on my couch.”
Scootaloo stared blankly at her colour coated princess page- bored. It was exciting at first, so many possibilities, so many colours and colour combinations. But with every line filled to the brim with a shade of pink, hue of purple, or a dab of blue, there was nothing left to colour. Cinderella had been properly discoloured and she was beautiful… but there was nothing left to do.
Curiously, she lifted the black marker and uncapped it. A rush of insurgency took over her skin as she gazed longingly over the black-tipped marking apparatus; it was permanent ink. “You’re not Cinderella…” She said, glazing over the pre-printed name of the princess. “No, you’re C-A-D-A-N-C-E.” she spelt out to herself, marking over the letters into the paper on the header of the drawing.
Smiling a tad pridefully at her work, she glanced away from the paper and stumbled upon another surface free from blemishes or markings- her knee. Being that there was nothing to cover her leg yet, aside from whatever meager coverage her onesie gave her, she reached down with her marker and spelt the phrase, “Diaper butt.” On her knee.
“Scootaloo!” A voice came from far away, “I’ve got your bloomers sawn! Come look!”
Hopping to her feet, the child ditched the entire crayon and book setup she had and stumbled her way up the stairs and over to her aunty’s cot. “Ooh, ooh, how do they look?” she questioned, grabbing a hold of the door way before charging in.
“Welp…” Fluttershy smiled, holding up a pair of plain white ruffled panties in her fingers. She stretched the elastic of the equally as ruffled leg holes and let them snap back in place, “They look like they’re ready to cover up a little one’s tukis.” She geered, snickering a little.
Blushing a little, the child toddled over to her new underwear alighted, in fact she’d never been so happy to see new underwear. “Oh, wow! They’re so- so- so cute!” She exclaimed, squeezing on the side a bit.
The aunt smiled as she looked down at her niece’s figure. Noticing the upside-down phrase, she giggled, “Hehe, They’ll cover up your diapered butt nicely.”
“Oh geez.” Scootaloo squirmed a bit, lapsing in memory as she looked down at her leg, “I forgot about that.” A tad dejected, she tossed the bloomers aside on the table.
Smugly, Fluttershy laid back in her chair and commented, “You knoooow, when you were a real toddler, I would’ve spanked you for touching one of your aunt’s permanent markers. Buuuut, because you’re older and should know better than to write on yourself with ink, aunty Fluttershy has a different punishment in mind for you.”
The child’s eyes perked up a bit, bewildered by the word ‘punishment’. She’d forgotten the last time she’d been ‘punished’ by her actual mom- at least explicitly. “What do you mean? A-are you gonna ground me or something?” She asked, trailing her hand up and down her opposite arm.
“No no…” Fluttershy said, picking up one of her own black fabric pens from the table stand. She scoped it for a brief second before offering it to her niece, “Take this pen and write, “I’m a diaper butt” on your right hand.”
“What?” Scootaloo scoffed in an amourous way, “But I’m notta diaper butt!”
“Hehe. Go on, or else your little pizza dinner is gonna turn into mashed peas and potatos reeeal fast.” The aunt coursed her niece, gently brushing her hand through her hair.
Rolling her eyes, Scootaloo complied. “Ugh… alright.” She said, uncapping the black marker. She gripped onto the nearby work bench and ran the pen strokes up and down her tiny hand. “I-M A D-I-A-P-E-R B-U-T-T” in big capital letters.
The girl looked up with a bemused expression on her face, “Happy?”
“Hehe, a little.” Fluttershy answered, quietly snatching the marker out of her niece’s hands. “I wonder what the pizza place will think of it?” she said, rolling the pen back onto the table’s wooden surface.
Scootaloo’s eyes kept tracking the pen until her aunt’s words caught up to her. Her eyes open wide and she frowned, “Wait- what do you mean? I don’t wanna go inside with this on my hand. It’s just gonna make things super awkward.”
“Hehe… is it now?” Fluttershy said,walking past Scootaloo with a little superior swagger in her step, “Cause somebody thought it was appropriate enough to write on their thigh- so why not their hand?”
“Cause, nobody is gonna see my thigh.” The child answered in a ‘matter of fact’ delivery.
Fluttershy nodded a little bit, then patted the girl on her head. “I’d spank you, but you’re not wrong. But that’s not a particularly ‘big girl’ answer for you to give.” She said, setting her hands on her hips, “So you’re not eating at the big girl table tonight.”
Scootaloo stopped for a moment, quizzically gazing up at her aunt. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve got a big medical grade highchair that’s just the right size for a girl like you to sit in. I hope you like moon-scenery.” The aunt giggled, walking over to the bed. Reaching her arm down, she bounced her purse around her should. “Oh-“ She said, glancing down at her brown-leather tote.
“Wait-what? You have a highchair?” Scootaloo exclaimed, trying desperately to contain an amorous smile behind a mask of confusion.
“Yeah…” Fluttershy said, carefully resting her bag back on the bed. Reaching inside, she started cherry picking some of the more valuable objects; her cellphone, wallet, checkbook, I.D, tampons. “I got it free from the family who’s child I was taking care of. Here, follow me to the other room while I grab your diaper bag.” She said, picking up the various things in a bundle in her hands.
Unfamiliar with the gainy bulk that separated the inside of her thighs from touching each other she ungracefully waddled forward, setting her sights on Fluttershy’s perky behind as she followed it. “Wait, you were taking care of a child as big as me?”
Fluttershy made it to the nursery and cracked open the door slightly, then made a full stride forward. “Yeah I did. There was a pretty rich French couple who had to go back to Lyon for some business emergency. For the two years they’d moved here, I’d been their family Doctor…”
Scootaloo nodded, quietly listening to the story as her aunt ventured over to the closet. Contently, she sat her cushioned behind on the soft white carpet below her and gawked her head up- she was tired of standing.
“Well.” Fluttershy swallowed, pulling out a pinkish-neapolitan ice-cream coloured cotton bag from the shelf. She pulled one of the stocked diaper bags from the closet and examined its size and style, “The kid- uh- Renne was an eleven year old boy with Angleman Syndrome. I tried to take care of him for as long as I could but- well he had a neurological failure of some sort.” She said, stuffing the diaper pack into the bag abruptly.
“Oh… I-I’m sorry.” The child frowned, rubbing a hand up and down her thigh.
Fluttershy gave a sympathetic grin, taking a quick glance over at the girl. “Oh, you don’t have to be baby. That was quite some time ago. It’s uh- part of the reason I quit my clinic. Ever since then I just take house calls and occasionally write text-books about different medical stuff- fun I know.”
“Oooh.” Scootaloo said, looking down at the carpet as she curiously bit her lip. “Wait-“ she craned her neck back up again, “Why do you keep all this baby stuff around here then?”
Smiling a little more fully, the mother teased. “Hehe, cause silly. I do care taking work still- I mean mostly babies, but still. Of course, with you around that option is out the window. It’d be awkward explaining to a three year old why my fourteen year old relative is dressing younger than she is. Let alone preteen or something”
“Hehe, it’s cause I’mma baby!” Scootaloo giggled, laying on her back. Sticking her thumb in her mouth more fully, she stared idly up at the white-speckled ceiling with a harmonious blush spread across her face.
“You’re not wrong there Scootaloo. I still haven’t-you know…” The women said, pivoting her hands around her head like it were miming a forcefield, “gotten my head around your whole affinity with being babied. But I’m sure I’ll come to enjoy it. It’s nice having an intelligent girl to talk to with no secrets.”
Scootaloo opened her eyes wide, looking up at her aunt as her profile began occupying the center part of her peripherals. “Hehe, what if I wanna keep a secret? Or better yet- what if I decide I don’t wanna be a baby after all.” She smirked.
“Well…” Fluttershy smiled, getting on her knees with the newly stocked diaper bag and a skirt on hand. “That’s all very good and well, but something tells me you’re pretty serious about this whole thing. I guess I’ll know for sure when I have to change your first poopy diaper.” The women said, tapping the girl’s leg, “Now come on lovey, raise your tushie in the air.”
Sticking her tongue out, the girl raised her padded but in the air very slightly.
“Good girl.” Fluttershy cooed, running the elastic of the pink-pleated skirt up and over the girl’s thighs. “You know, you’re the best baby I could ask for?”
“Hehe.” Scootaloo rolled forward on her padded tushie and panned her head up at her aunt with a big goofy smile, “Really?”
“Yeah.You’re the best little girl I’ve ever had. Hehe. Of course I usually end up babysitting boys.” Fluttershy said, slipping the child’s feet into a pair of flimsy pink flip-flops.
Scootaloo clutched her knees together and leaned her chin on them, “Oooh, that explains all this boy stuff. Not that I’m complaining, buuuuut I wouldn’t mind a non-race car bed.”
Gripping the diaper bag’s strap in her hand, the women stood up and grinned. “Hehe, well I’m sure we could arrange for you to get a more feminine nursery- err room.” She said, draping the thing around her shoulder again, “We can check when we get back, but I think you might fit in that cot. And if not- well I guess you can doze off with me tonight.”
Standing up on her own, the child waddled after her god-mother in an even more interpret way. “Ooh- oh wow these flipflops don’t make this outfit any easier.” Stopping for just a second, the child stumbled over to Fluttershy at an even more erratic pace, “Wait- can I really sleep with you? Cause I low-key don’t like that car-bed as much as I was letting on.”
Grabbing the girl’s hand, the motherly women smiled, “Well, you certainly would have fooled me. You were out like a light.”
Carefully, the child took small paced out steps down the stairwell.
Fluttershy continued to pace down the stairs with her niece, making sure that she didn’t stumble too gravely or take a tumble. “Hehe, this is what I get for having a two-story. As if the stairs weren’t inconvenient enough at night by myself.”
“Hehe. Yeah.” The child agreed, doing a small hop onto the base floor. She squatted for just a second then stood up on her shaky legs.
“You alright there Scoots?” The aunt questioned, curiously clutching onto the girl’s tiny palm a little tighter in a show of security.
The child grimaced a little as she continued to stand. “Man, I swear my legs around getting weaker or something. Was there something in that sandwich you gave me?”
Fluttershy burst out in a short humorous scoff. “Heh! No. You’re probably just nervous, or it could be the diaper, or both.” She commented, taking some slower paces towards the door, “I’m sure the car ride will help relax you though. I think the baby-car seat I have in there is a bit too small for you. But, I do have a pretty cozy blanky and baby CD if you wanna listen to that.”
Scootaloo gushed a bit, “R-really?! I mean, sure- I-I’d like that.” She admitted as her aunt opened the big crackly wooden front door.
“I thought so. Babies need plenty of rest after all.” Fluttershy teased, stepping her way down the asphalt stairs and onto the dirt-path that lead to her parking spot.
Scootaloo listened patiently as every step of her mother’s tennis shoes and her own flip-flops rang out with a loud cacophony of crackling granite rocks. It was still light enough that she could see the rocks pop up from around her feet and the blades of grass dry out in the fleeting golden sun.
“Easy baby.” The aunt said, escorting the child right up to the open silver car door. Offering a hand, she watched as the child climbed inside and sat.
Leaning back, the child rested her admittedly well rested head on the interior of the Tesla. Her back formed well into the gray leather exterior and the backseat propped her legs up just enough that her feet were left dangling in the air.
From the back of her peripherals, her mother immerged with a white rainbow-confetti coloured throw blanket. “I know it’s not much, but with as toasty as it is outside. I think it’s probably all you need, even with the A.C” she head, as she took the blanket from her mother and tossed it lightly over her lap and clutched the rest of it tightly against her chest.
Fluttershy shut the door gently than moved on to the front seat where she took charge of the vehicle. Turning the key in the ignition, she reached into her glove box and pulled out a rather brightly coloured jewel case that simply read, “Acoustic Masterpieces”.
Quietly, the child smiled leaning her back against the car seat. Lazing her body to the side, she rested the temple of her head against the railing of the car window, taking a piece outside. She couldn’t help but gaze upwards at the sky.
Pulling the car in reverse, Fluttershy pulled out into the city street and started heading down the road. Being slightly after rush-hour, the road was just one vacant stretch of decayed asphalt with the occasional pit of moss or crab grass peeking into the air.
“Fluttershy?” The women heard from behind.
Looking into the rear-view mirror, the aunt took a quick peak at her little one. Scootaloo, who was still glancing out of the window, had eyes absolutely elated; like they’d been sprinkled by fairy dust.
Scootaloo blinked, glancing all around at the overgrown forest and then down at the caste-iron siderail for which it overtook. “Don’t you love the way plants and stuff grow? It’s so unkempt- so natural- so wild. Like no matter what the circumstances, the plant just melts over everything it surrounds- kinda like cheese on a cheese sandwhich.”
“Psst.” The aunt snickered at her child’s remark. “Hehe, that’s one way of looking at it. But I know what you mean. Uh- it’s part of the reason that my first priority when I got my house back in 11’ was to grow a garden.” The women smiled, glancing back at the road as she pulled onto the interstate.
“Hmm, I don’t think I’ve really taken a look at it yet. Hehe, I guess I really haven’t been paying attention to outside lately.” The child said, closing her eyes as she shifted back into her seat. Uncomfortably, manually pushed herself back with her hands, trying to get around the clingy fixation of her diaper to the seat; like trying to adjust a bed sheet while laying on it.
Looking back at the girl in her rear-view mirror, she grinned. “I know, it’s easy to miss with as dense as the forest is it’s practically impossible to grow veggies. I do have a couple of things back there for you if you’re ever interested- uh, like a sandbox and swing set.”
Scootaloo bit her thumb a bit, looking out wondrously at the window as her mind stirred with drowsy images of her aunt’s garden. Thoughts of running through unkempt grass with her bare feet. The warm sun beaming down on her back, staring down at all the pretty arrays of green weeds and pastel flowers as she sank her diapered butt into a mud pit. “Y-yeah. Maybe.” She said, fawning attention.
The women waited for a second then sprung the question, “If you want, I could take you out for a walk in the forest tomorrow morning? Would my favorite baby like that?
There was no response.
“Scootaloo?” The women questioned, peaking her eyes up at her mirror again just long enough to get a sense of what was going on. To her delight, Scootaloo was clearly spaced out, staring out of her window with her thumb half planted in her mouth.
Continuing to seemingly stair awestruck at the plentiful green pastures of the forest floor, Scootaloo couldn’t help but glance at the reflection broadcasted in the hollow curvature of the backseat window. There she was, a girl who she’d long since seen- staring her back at her crystal like magenta eyes, with her thumb stuck in her mouth, so unfamiliar with what she was seeing.
Smiling, Scootaloo tilted her head to the side like a curious puppy and began making silly expressions to herself. Completely oblivious to her real surroundings.
Curiously, the women tapped the steering wheel with her index finger, amazing her niece’s zen like state. She figured it was time to get the girl a pacifier, but it was almost like she preferred her thumb. Staring up at the road, the women switched on her turn signal and split for the highway.
There she was, sitting down on the kitchen’s laminated floor, staring up with her legs spread as she curiously observed her aunt’s handy work. She’d never seen a high-chair being set up and adjusted before.
“Annnd.” Fluttershy sounded, spreading the legs of the chair and snapping a safety latch shut, guaranteeing that the product wouldn’t fold. “Done!” She proclaimed, standing up and wiped the dust from her hands.
Scootaloo stood up from her seat on the linoleum floor and waddled over to the chair, grabbing onto her aunt’s wrist for balance. She puckered her lips, curiously scanning the highchair from its aluminum like foundation to its colourful zoo-animal themed cushions. However, it wasn’t but five seconds later that she felt a set of hands grab around her underarms and hoist her into the air. “Heyy!” she whined, watching as she was elevated against her will.
“Sorry, sweetie butt.” Fluttershy grunted, lifting the child in her seat. She grabbed Scootaloo’s thigh and hiked it over the safety guard that was meant to separate the legs. Then, she reached her hand underneath the child’s diapered backside and pulled out something- the main safety strap.
Reacting harshly, a red blush grew all the way across Scootaloo’s face as she felt her aunt run her hand underneath in between her thighs. “Heyy!” She yelled, sitting up. Looking ahead of her, she frowned, “I am fourteen, if you need me to lift my butt just ask!”
“Heh.” Fluttershy giggled, continuing to pull the strap out from underneath the child’s tuckis. Smiling, she reached over the kid’s shoulder began fastening the two-thirds of belt together. “Well a baby like you wouldn’t understand.” She teased with a confident smirk on her face, “This seat is reserved for babies, so anybody sitting it I’m gonna treat like a baby!”
Pouting, the girl crossed her arms as soon as the final safety strap was attached over her other shoulder. She sank back into the plush cushions of her seat and avoided eye contact as her aunt set the plastic tray over top of her lap.
“What?” Fluttershy asked, satisfied with her work as she opened up the pizza box and pulled out two slices. Setting them on a pink plastic plate, she stared up at Scootaloo with a smile as she began cutting them with a fork and knife, “You’re acting like you don’t like being a little diaper butt.”
The child continued looking away unsatisfied with her predicament. Not that she wasn’t secretly alighted to be using a highchair, but the teasing hadn’t stopped since they left the pizza place.
Walking up to the girl with her sliced pizza and sippy up, she set it down looked down. “Scootaloo. Look up at Aunty Fluttershy.”
“Nooo.” Scootaloo whined, continuing to cross her arms and huff as her meal was set forth infront of her. She tried locking her vision on a nearby cabinet handle, but a sudden tapping on the plastic tray triggered an instinctual reaction to break the gaze. She looked over at her aunt’s hand, which grabbed her chin and gently forced it up.
In a bout of stern discipline, Fluttershy continued holding her niece’s chin in place as she warned her, “Listen, Scootaloo. When your aunt tells you to pay attention, you pay attention.”
A bit frightened, the girls shook her head up and down.
“Good.” Fluttershy said, lightening up her expression as she let go of Scootaloo’s chin. She placed her arms on her hips and smiled watching her little one sink back into her seat, “Now, as I was saying. I’m sorry if I was being a big meanie butt.”
Scootaloo smirked a bit at the comment, Fluttershy really was dedicated to her baby talk and she did secretly love it.
“But.” The women paused as she walked over to the pizza. Picking up one of the slices, she stated, “Assuming you eat all your pizza and drink all your juice like a big girl, I’ll walk you outside for a little while to see the fireflies. Would you like that?”
The child perkily nodded her head in a quick secession. “I really want to get some fresh air.” She exclaimed as she picked up a piece of pizza and munched at it. Her legs still a fair short for the highchair’s foot rest, she started kicking them a little.
Smiling, the aunt nodded as she swallowed, “Ooh, I bet so Scootaloo. You’ve been hooked up to a seat for an hour and now your back in one. It must be awful comfy though, right?”
Scootaloo experimentally bounced up and down within the bounds of her safety belt the smiled, “Yeah.” Then took another bite of food. Without swallowing, she commented, “Hehe, this seat is actually strangely snug. I feel like I’m in a roller coaster seat.”
Fluttershy smirked, watching a bit of tomato sauce drop onto her niece’s white onesie. “Heh. Well you definitely are the first thing I see when I step into the room, it’s not every day I see a big baby sitting in a big high chair.”
“Hehe, I’m de baby.” Scootaloo blushed, biting down on another piece of pizza.
“That’s right.” Fluttershy commented, smiling as Scootaloo continued to make a mess- eating with her mouth open and not wiping off her hands as she handled her food. Trying not to giggle, the women commented, “Heh, maybe remind me when we get inside to change your outfit. If you’re going to be bunking with me tonight, I don’t want you getting pizza sauce and dirt all over my bed.”
***
“Hmm.” Scootaloo questioned to herself, keeping her tiny hand wrapped firmly around Fluttershy’s palm as she waddled her legs around the copious bulky disposable diaper that was her underwear. Evaluating every step as she made it, the girl couldn’t help but flinch every time she set her flip-flopped foot on the ground.
Fluttershy smiled, helping the girl inch her way along the cold dirt pavement of the backyard. “Easy, honey butt. There’s no rush, this garden will still be here tomorrow.”
Planting the pink foam padding of her flip flops on top of the dirt, the kid looked up at her aunt with a dubious smirk on her face. “I’m not trying to walk slow, it’s just reeeally hard to walk with these clothes on.”
“Hehe, you mean your baby pants?” Fluttershy asked, continuing to trace her thumb around the niece’s knuckle.
Recklessly, the child sat on her backside with a small grunt. Sprawling her legs out, she balanced herself with her hands behind her back as she gazed up at the women, “You call them baby pants, but I’m clearly wearing a one piece.” She smiled.
Squatting down herself, Fluttershy was diligent in taking a seat on the ground next to child. She bent her knees close to her chest and gazed into the dimly lit summer night, taking noticed of the way the fireflies flickered- illuminating bits and pieces of the surrounding follage.
Holding no bars in regard to personal space, Scootaloo gushed as she leaned her head on her aunt’s shoulder. “Heh, you were right Fluttershy, this forest really is pretty at night. Something about how green it is, it’s so fresh- so new. I love it all. Even if this diaper makes it a bit awkward to sit on the ground.”
Reaching her arm out, the aunt cradled it around the girl and pulled her in for an embrace. “Oh hush, Scootaloo. I swear you were a tougher girl back when you really were a toddler. It’s funny, but it’s almost like I’ve made you a little softie these past couple days. You’re telling me you can’t enjoy the pretty night sky all because your underwear feels funny?”
Rubbing her temple up and down her aunt’s shoulder, the girl chuckled, “Noo! Wait- I mean yeah. But it’s not as bad as you think.” She admitted, taking particular notice as one of the fireflies landed right on her foot. She watched it pitter patter up her leg and grinned a little, “Outfit is the only thing I don’t like right now. As much as I hate to admit it, this get up really doesn’t agree with the diaper. Like the diaper itself slides around the fabric a lot and it causes the top part to tug.”
“Heh, you act like being a baby is a lot of hard work.” The women teased, also taking note of the firefly working its way up the girl’s pale white leg.
Scootaloo blushed a bit, getting defensive. In juvenile tone, she argued, “But it is, you don’t get to have a say in what you eat, you’ve got to wear clothes that an adult person would look really silly in, and you can’t even decide what or when you play or eat.”
Rubbing considerably long fingers up the side of the girl’s sleeve, fluttershy ruffled the fabric in her hand, exposing part of the girl’s shoulder. “Hehe, well being a parent is pretty hard too you know? Not only do they have to keep their little one happy and entertained, but they’ve also got to make sure they’re well fed and are all clean. I mean, I could let you run around in big girl clothes again. But then I risk you having an accident and ruining a piece of furniture or something.”
“I mean, it’s not like it helped earlier.” Scootaloo commented, a little bit humbler about the situation. She wrapped her arms around her aunt’s tummy and leaned on her, “Ooh, I dunno. I still have mixed feelings about being a baby.”
“Hmm, whys that?” Fluttershy commented, continuing to rub her hand up and down her niece’s arm.
“Cause.” The girl deadpanned, watching as the fire fly spread its tiny translucent wings and fluttered away. Looking up, she watched as the little bug’s natural light blended into the starry sky- becoming one with the backdrop. “It’s just- well I mean I like being babied, I really do. I just worry that all this baby play is really making me a softie- a weak girl. I mean back after my dad died, I was so dedicated to sports, writing, drawing, and generally obsessing about being a good student.”
The aunt lifted her hand once again, this time running it through her niece’s short purple bob-cutt. “And?” she posed.
“Well, I dunno.” The girl commented, mopping a little as she stared up at the sky. Above her, there were thousands and thousands of twinkling lights, vaguely shadowed by the leafy black silhouettes that surrounded her on all of her sides. Then she closed her eyes and everything was black. “E-ever since I started uh, experimenting with my medication and especially since I started being interested in being a full-time baby, I just feel like I’ve lost control. Not like literal control, or even emotional control. I’ve actually never been happier, but I-I don’t feel like I’m doing anything anymore. Like I’m just living for-“
“For you own enjoyment?” Fluttershy questioned, continuing to run her long pastel-painted finger nails through the girl’s hair. “I know what you’re going through Scootaloo. Because you’re being treated like a baby, you think you’re not worth as much because you really just exist for the sake of existing. You play with dolls, you colour in your colouring books, you play house with your dolls, watch or listening to your mind-numbing media. Other than that, you’re really just a baby, waddling around in your dirty diapers until I change them, right?’ Scootaloo paused a moment, but then nodded a little. “Y-yeah.”
Running her hand through the girl’s hair one last time, she rested it on the back as if to keep her in place. “Well that’s exactly my point Scootaloo. You might not think you’re doing a whole lot, because you’re not contributing to society in a traditional sense. But you are doing something very important, dear. You’re building a relationship, building a bond with me.”
The child curiously tilted her head up a little to stair her caretaker in the face, but instead found Fluttershy staring into the shadowy distance of the forest scenery.
Pausing for just a brief second, Fluttershy inhaled deeply then breathed outwards. “I-it’s hard to explain to you Scootaloo, especially in this era we live in where it seems there are a lot of ‘have’ and ‘have nots’ but the truth is much more complicated in that.”
“What do you mean?” The girl asked, before curiously biting her knuckle.
The women smiled, “I mean that having something or not having something is a poor way to look at things Scootaloo. I know that sounds a little bit uh- arrogant, given how fortunate I’ve been throughout my life. But when you get to be about my age, you realize how many people end up exhausted and alone because they’ve spent their whole life trying to make something of themselves, instead of letting themselves make something of life. Simple things like, dining, conversation, art, and romanticism- everything in-between what should be a modest career pursuit, are what make up the best parts of life Scootaloo.”
The women let go of her embrace and stood up on her own two feet. Reaching down, she offered the girl her hand, “You’ve been given a very special opportunity to indulge in your fantasy Scootaloo, just as I’ve received so many special opportunities to get me to where I am today. I think you’ll find there’s very little to life than smiling or wasting time. That’s why I enjoy babying you so much, Scootaloo.”
With a smile on her face, Scootaloo tilted her head all the way up to look at her aunt. Reaching her hands out, she was helped to her feet. “You know, I really do like being a baby. Even if I am a bit big to be one.”
“Ooh, I know.” Fluttershy spoke, turning to face the laminating light of her cottage’s porch. She reached her hand out and graced her hand down from Scootaloo’s shoulder down to the small of her back.
Scootaloo felt the touch of Fluttershy’s hand slide down her back, but she didn’t flinch or fidget, instead she just continued making her awkward steps forward.
“That’s it Scootaloo, oh you’re the best little walker.” Fluttershy commentated, pushing the girl along in her little waddling cycle. She turned her head around to look at the forest one last time to look into the ominous forest then focused on safely escorting her niece to the back door.
***
Scootaloo grunted, tugging the onesie over her head and throwing it on Fluttershy’s bedroom floor with a huff.
Smiling coyly, the aunt couldn’t help but chuckle a little as her niece got aggressive with her wardrobe. “Heh, easy Scootaloo. I understand the onesie’s buttons were complicated for you, but that’s no reason to take it out on your clothes.”
“Oh hush.” Scootaloo said, stretching her hands out to the sky. Yawning, she turned around and started making her stride to the bed.
Fluttershy laid back on her bed and smirked. “Heh, you know between your diaper and brassier, it wouldn’t hurt to get some colour in your wardrobe.” She said, peering down at Scootaloo’s tiny figure. Between her niece’s meek figure, shallow chest, and juvenile haircut, she definitely still fit the roll of a kid.
The girl shot dull daggers at Fluttershy as she climbed on top of the mattress and it’s assorted spring coloured blankets. “You know, it’s not my fault I don’t have clothes tailored to fit over my diaper. If I knew you were going to be okay with all this, I would have gotten something with a bigger waist and inseam” Sitting on her knees, she tilted her head at the phone Fluttershy was picking up in her hands.
The women’s eyes scanned the phone as if to ignore Scootaloo. “Listen Scootaloo, I know we’re close and all, but I am your aunt. Put on a shirt.”
Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “But Fluttershy, it’s not like there’s anything you haven’t seen before.”
“Still.” Fluttershy set down the phone on her tummy and peered at the girl, “You are still a teenager, Scootaloo. I don’t mind bathing or changing you, but this is different. I’ve never let you sleep with me without a top even when you were a toddler, it’d just be- strange.”
Taking a deep breath, Scootaloo huffed. “Ugh, fine.” She whined, turning around and hopping off the bed, she made her way back to her nursery.
“Hmm, silly girl.” Fluttershy muttered, continuing to lay back in her bed. Glancing to the side at her bedstand, she reached out and grabbed the ice-cold bottle of milk that she’d made for Scootaloo. She tapped her fingers in a quick secession, like she was playing notes on a trumpet. It really did feel like she was using this same bottle for a different baby.
“There. Is that better?” Scootaloo posed the question, waddling in quiet confidently with a blue t-shirt with the band name Fun. on the front. She reached behind herself grabbing the door handle with both of her hands and shut it as quietly as possible.
Glancing over at the girl, the aunt set her hands on her tummy and smiled. “Yes, that’s much better.” She said, watching as her niece crawled on top of the treasure trove of blankets that covered the bed.
“Hmmph.” Scootaloo sounded, laying on her side with her little nose pressed lightly against Fluttershy’s shoulder.
“Hehe, much better.” Fluttershy said, ruffling her niece’s hair with one hand and picking up her bottle with the other.
Scootaloo pouted a little, but then perked up when the bottle was given to her. Grabbing it with both of her hands, she looked up at it like some kind of holy-grail of infantility. It’s frothy white milk causing the outside rims of the childishly decorated bottle’s PET plastic to condensate. Holding it with both hands, she brought it up to her lips and pushed its rubber nipple against her tongue.
“Go ahead, turn around and hike up your legs.” Fluttershy said, sitting up in her seat.
With the bottle, still in her mouth, the child looked down at the object then stared aimlessly as she followed her aunt’s orders.
Once Scootaloo was properly laying on her side, Fluttershy hung the comforter in the air and hiked it over her stomach as she laid down.
Turning on her side herself, she inched closer to her niece and wrapped her arms around her thin tummy, forming a soft protective cocoon around the girl.
Scootaloo continued to suckle at the bottle, scooting back into Fluttershy’s embrace as she was firmly safeguarded with a set of hands hugging her close. She couldn’t exactly break the hug if she wanted to, but that was alright she supposed.
“Ooh, you big baby.” Fluttershy cooed, closing her eyes and resting her chin on top of the back of the girl’s head, “You don’t know how pampered you are.”
Smirking the child kept her mouth closed as she quieted her breaths. Closing her eyes, she let herself be taken into the insulated warmth of her aunt, padded backside, her surrounding blanket, and the taste of cool milk on her tongue. She knew she was a big baby and there was no doubt she was pampered.
“How does your baba taste? I know the milk might taste a little sweeter than usual.” Fluttershy gibbered, continuing to caress the back of Scootaloo’s hair with her nose.
Scootaloo fluttered her eyes a little, but the milk tasted strangely refreshing. Was it honey? No- it was fresher than that, almost like peppermint cream but smoother and silkier. Her mouth went agape a little as the bottle dropped with her hands.
“Hehe, works everytime.” Feeling as the rise and fall of her niece’s tummy lessened and her gentle breathing turned into quiet murmurs. Contently, the aunt shined one last victorious smile then called it a night for herself.
From the crack of Scootaloo’s eyelids came a full vision of her world. Her aunt was laying there, peacefully in front of the window that radiated the outline of her body with a glow. She couldn’t help but grin at how peacefully Fluttershy’s chest inflated and deflated with every breath, the smile on her sleeping face never fading away.
But just as Scootaloo gripped the bottle she was still holding onto in her right hand, her gut turned over harshly. She smirked, feeling an uneasy feeling at the pit of her tummy; she needed to use the bathroom, bad.
Rolling off of her comfortable position on the bed, the girl released herself from the comfy confines of her sheets and blankets and onto the well-groomed white rug that the bed rested on top of. She stumbled her way over to the opposite side of the room and reached a hand out, grabbing Fluttershy’s forearm. “Aunty, Fluttershyyy.” She bellowed, her eyes and mind still half dazed by her some ten hours of rest.
“Huh?” Fluttershy rolled on her back and turned her face to look at Scootaloo, “Oh.” She commented, fanning her mouth as she yawned. “Awh-are you alright dear?”
“Y-yeah.” The girl stammered, with words as weak as her posture, “I-I needa use the bathroom.”
Fluttershy rubbed her eyes with her curled pointer finger than raised an eyebrow at the girl. Her eyes squinting because of the direct sunlight shining on her face she smirked a little, “Okay, then squat. It’s about time you make poopies. What’s it been, two days now?”
“I-I have made uh- poopies though.” Scootaloo confessed, nervously rubbing her left hand up and down her right arm.
“You already went potty?” Fluttershy asked, sitting herself up in the bed, throwing off the warm confines of her sheets. Not that it bothered her, she was wearing a warm set of pajamas.
Scootaloo looked at the ground in an attempt to avoid confrontation, “Nooo… I mean I went yesterday.”
Playing into her role a little, Fluttershy sturdied her expression. “Wait, you’re telling me you went to the grown up bathroom all by yourself and you didn’t even ask permission?”
“Yeah?” Scootaloo admitted, slightly bewildered by her aunt’s question.
Fluttershy curled her knees right up to her chest and hugged them with her arms. “Hmm. Well you’re not allowed to do that.”
Her eyes opening wide, the girl asked, “Wait, what? What do you mean I’m not allowed to do that?”
“I mean, the potty is for grown up girls, Scootaloo.” Fluttershy proclaimed, tilting her head up for a sense of authority.
A little annoyed and caught off guard, the teenage girl looked up at her aunt with an almost offended expression. “What? But that’s unfair!”
Very stoically, the aunt held her ground. “No it’s perfectly fair. Listen Scootaloo, if you wanna be a baby you need to quit caring so much about your bathroom habits. That’s a grown up thing that your parent needs to handle.” The women asserted herself, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and looking down at the girl, “Now you can give up this whole baby routine right now and use the bathroom right down the hall like a big girl. Or, you can go ahead and squat wherever you’d like and let aunty Fluttershy take care of the mess.”
The child’s face flushed with a warm shade of red and she stamped her foot on the ground. “I-It’s not fair!” she yelled indignantly, “C-can’t I atleast sit on the-“
“No Scootaloo!” Fluttershy yelled, pointing a finger at the girl. “The potty is strictly off limits to you as long as you’re a baby, that goes for inside and outside my house hold. Got it?”
Scootaloo’s lip quivered as she looked up at her aunt. Something about the way the sun glimmered in her aqua iris’s and bright pink hair- it was obvious that her intentions were. After all, she was the same aunt that helped her learn how to use the potty in the first place ten years ago.
Giving into her aunt’s demands, the girl slumped her shoulders a little as the pain continued to churn more and more intensely in her stomach. “O-okay. I-I promise I won’t use the potty any more.”
“Good.” Fluttershy quipped, the corners of her lips perking up a bit. “Now, hurry up and go poo-poo while I get us dressed.”
Still a bit awe-struck by her situation, the girl stammered off with less of the frustration of a typical teen girl and more of the clumsy stumbling of a toddler who was in a hurry.
“What a silly girl.” Fluttershy said, picking out a pair of jeans from her wardrobe. She looked herself in the mirror, mentally putting on the pants then proceeded to actually dress herself. Having a relatively fresh wardrobe, she dawned a plain white cami and a matching somewhat-faint yellow cardigan. Judging from the room’s amount of sunlight coming it, it was going to be a pretty warm day outside.
Meanwhile, in Scootaloo’s nursery. She squatted, gripping onto her would-be racecar bed as the she stared aimlessly out her window. At first it felt she was losing the fight with her stomach to relax, but after a little rough of breaths she managed to calm it. Seemingly the whole room went into a state of total silence as the strain in her stomach turned hollow and a long-forgotten sensation creped in between her legs and up her backside.
Her jaw dropped upon the act, her body flushed with adrenaline, and her mind went hazy with no recent memory to certify how to interpret the feeling. So, without thinking, she let go of her racecar bed causing her to fall back and sit on the load in her pants. Then she stared up the more boy themed mobile that hung over her bed and the memories that’d since long been suppressed came flooding back.
Letting out a small ‘hic’, she quickly found tears welling in her eyes as she fell on her back. “Wa-wahhhh!” She cried, laying on her back and shaking her dirty bottom uncomfortable with the mess.
“Woah-woah woah.” Fluttershy sounded, rushing into the room to evaluate the situation. Turning the corner into the room, she looked down at the well-groomed white carpet to see her little niece sprawled across it. Given her position on the ground, the red teary face, and the clearly ‘used’ diaper it was obvious that Scootaloo genuinely went through with it. “Oh- oh baby, I’m sorry.” Fluttershy said, rushing over to help.
Scootaloo hunkered her hands close to her chest as she looked up at her aunt. Her stability seemed to be washed away with her emotional struggle as she laid in a state of infancy.
“Hey hey-“ Fluttershy sounded, reaching down for the girl. Grabbing Scootaloo by the underarms, she hoisted the some petite girl into the air with relatively little struggle, “Baby, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. We both knew it was coming.”
“Y-yeah.” Scootaloo said, clinging to her aunt as she was drawn into a warm comforting hug. She could feel one arm wrap snuggly around her waist as the other one’s hand run down her back, wrinkling her t-shirt’s fabric slightly as it went. She rested her overly heated forehead on the cooly conditioned fabric of her aunt’s cardigan. “I-I could have made it to the toilet, I should-“ her sob was cut off.
Fluttershy swayed the girl back in forth in her arms as she continued to bicker with reality, “No you couldn’t. You’d of pooped yourself half way through that hallway.” “B-but I” The child sounded, quieted by the sensation of Fluttershy’s palm as it patted her dirty backside.
“Shhh…” The women shushed her niece, idly walking her over to the changing table. Running her hand against the relatively pristine water-proof fabric of her diaper, she smirked. “Heh, no butts sweetie. You wouldn’t be wearing diapers if you didn’t need them.”
Defensively, the girl gave one last stuttered “But uh-“ then went speechless as she was laid back on the changing’s vinyl mat. Like clockwork moving in reverse, her mind seemingly glitched back to twelve years ago to 2004 as her situation caught up with her.
“Exactly.” The motherly caretaker cooed, trapping her niece’s tummy under the snug confines of the changing table’s safety strap. She smiled, looking down at Scootaloo who’s expression and body language seemed to even out to a more relaxed compostor.
Taking measured breaths, Scootaloo instinctively folded her hands behind her forehead and spread her legs, looking in between them at her aunt as she worked. “I-I- thanks.” She passively admitted.
“Oh, you’re welcome baby.” Fluttershy smiled, leaning in as if to inspect the girl’s tummy. “Ooh, oh no.” she chimed letting her expression drop.
“W-what is it?” Scootaloo cautiously asked, trying to ignore the embarrassing smell coming from her dirty backside.
“IT’S THE TICKLE MOSTER!” Fluttershy leapt in, running her hands up and down the child’s sides. Like pincers, whichever way Scootaloo’s body went to avoid her aunt’s hands, they followed- jabbing her soft white skin like a fork into cake.
“Heyy! Hahaha!” Scootaloo chuckled, shifting her hips side to side, kicking wildly as she was forcibly poked, “That haha- ti-haha-ckles.”
Despite the gross smell, coming just above the girl’s dirty diaper, the aunt leaned in lifting the girl’s teal t-shirt and blew a big raspberry right on her belly button causing her to erupt in a fit of uncontrollably laughter.
Scootaloo kicked her legs in the air and fussed, “Haha! Knock it out!” She chimed, a big goofy smile forming on her face as she squirmed around in her messy seat.
“Heh. Okay.” Fluttershy smiled, backing away from the child as she slid her two index fingers right under the tapes that held the underwear around her waist. She undid her baby’s diaper tabs cooing as she began using her hands to gather supplies. “Now baby, relax and stare at your mobile while aunty Fluttershy changes your diadee.”
Feeling especially liberated in her juvenile state, Scootaloo stuck her thumb in her mouth and stared up blankey at the starry mobile that hung-over head. She curiously lifted her leg as she felt the diaper being swept from underneath her bottom, but a small grip on her foot stopped her.
“Ah-ah-ah.” Fluttershy lowered Scootaloo’s one foot while she tended to her diaper with the other hand. Pulling the diaper from underneath the child’s backside, she rounded it into a ball. “Easy baby, your auntie just needs you to stay still for just a moment.”
Scootaloo smiled, taking her thumb out of her mouth and blew a strawberry in the air with her tongue. The drool sliding down the corner of her lips just a little.
“Heh.” Fluttershy giggled, picking up a few wipes. She began wiping the child’s backside, “I don’t know how you can stand having your mouth open. You’re a stinky girl.” She teased, pulling out baby powder. Ignoring any statement from her niece, the aunt made diligent work making sure she didn’t keep Scootaloo on that table any longer than necessary.
“Hehehe.” Scootaloo giggled, amorously wiping the spit off her face. She bent her head forward to look at the quiet commotion going around her backside then laid her head back down. “Am not stinky. I just smell like a baby.”
“Well, you’re not wrong.” The women admitted, lifting the child’s rump into the air and gently laid it down on lining of a new pair of Pampers. Smiling, she wrapped the diaper snuggly around the girl’s waist, “Babies do tend to either smell like nursery or poopy.”
Scootaloo blushed at the sentiment but nodded anyway.
Exchanging a similarly jovial look in kind, Fluttershy outreached her arms and undid the changing table’s nylon safety belt. “Alright sugar, you can sit up now.” She chimed.
Sticking her tongue out slightly, Scootaloo rolled forward onto her fresh feeling diapered backside with a big smile on her face.
“Heh, what is it Scootaloo?” Fluttershy questioned, turning her head to the side.
“I did it!” Scootaloo cheered, throwing her hands up into the air.
Fluttershy grabbed a baby wipe and started freshening her hand with it. “Did what?” She asked with a curious smirk.
“I went potty in my pants! I’m like a real baby!” She gushed, practically bouncing up and down in her seat with excitement.
The women chuckled as she went over to the diaper genie and tossed the wipe inside. “Hehe. Well you definitely are a real baby sweetie.” She said, offering a hand to the child as she hopped off the changing table. Very calmly, she started pacing towards the wardrobe, “But, even babies need to wear clothes in public. At least they should. I hate it when parents don’t dress their children.”
“Heh.” Scootaloo hopped on the carpeted ground with a grin and peered over at her aunt. “Why, what’s wrong with kids wearing only diapers.” She questioned, awkwardly prancing over to the wardrobe.
Fluttershy reached into the cupboard and yanked a blue denim romper off its hook. Picking the thing up by one of its shoulder straps, she carefully examined its tag. “Cause it’s deeming to the kid and really unsanitary for everyone if they have an accident.” Fluttershy said, tilting her head to the side as she peered at the black text, ‘Boys size ‘L’.
“Here sweetie, try this on.” Fluttershy said crouching on one knee and opening the top of the romper like it were a pair of pants. She watched as Scootaloo awkwardly arched one foot over the denim material and stepped inside. Diligently, she pulled the fabric up and over the girl’s backside and torso, tugging each strap over it’s individually suited shoulder.
Scootaloo meanwhile kept a curious eye on her waist as her diaper vanished underneath the stiff blue fabric of the romper.
“Is that good enough?” The aunt asked, curiously tugging at the somewhat spacey pant legs of her niece’s denim romper. She ran a hand up the inseam then checked around the back of the girl’s outfit, “Hmm, well your butt looks pretty big in it, but I don’t think anyone will pick up on the fact that you’re wearing a diaper.”
Very interested in what Fluttershy was saying, Scootaloo twisted herself like a dog trying to bite it’s own tail and smiled. “Hehehe! It does look like I have a big butt.” She giggled.
“Heh. That’s right.” Fluttershy nodded, finding her way back into her child’s wardobe. Diligent in her selection, she pulled out a basic black and white stripped pair of socks and a pair of mostly clean white converses.
Scootaloo sat on her comfortably diapered backside and hiked her knee a little. She tucked her foot into the elastic of each sock and pulled them over her foot. Picking up her shoe to do the same thing, her eyes went wide.
“Hmm, what’s wrong lovey? Do you need help tying your shoe?” She asked, watching as her child effortlessly slid her foot into the canvas material of the shoe.
“No.” Scootaloo plucked the shoe clean off her foot again. Smiling sheepishly, she checked the tag and spoke, “Well, this is a Youth 5.” Fluttershy reached down and picked up the shoe. “You don’t wear a Youth 5?”
The child shook her head and giggled, “Hehe. I-uh. I wear a size Youth 3.5, remember.” Then her mind went on a tangent, “Wait, didn’t I buy a pink romper earlier at the mall? Could I wear that?”
“Really? I mean really about the shoe size, not the pink romper.” Fluttershy said, picking up the pair of converses and set them back in the wardobe. Smirking a little, she picked up a pair of considerably less refined pair of ‘Jumping Joy’ Youth 3.5 shoes.”
Scootaloo smiled happily as her aunt presented her with the mostly rubber sneakers. They were plastered with pink swirls, accents, and squishy purple stars on the side. But as she slid them on her feet, she confirmed that they were super comfortable.
“Heh. Well I’ll keep that in mind Tiny Feet.” She teased, standing up and gripping the door handle of the wardobe. “Do you want to change your shirt before we leave. I know your blue top kinda clashes with your sneakers a little. Plus it’s not a very uh- feminine outfit.”
“Nah, it’s fine.” Scootaloo answered, standing up and subconsciously tugging on the sides of her romper. Smiling proudly, she did a little hop in her new shoes.
“Heh, okee.” Fluttershy answered, calmly shutting her child’s wardrobe door.
Smiling, Scootaloo placed a hands on her hips and did a small stretch. “Heh, so why am I all dressed up anyway? “Oh, we’re going out.” Fluttershy answered quite happily.
“WHAT?” Scootaloo practically yelled, her expression turning crestfallen.
Smirking, Fluttershy giggled. “Heh. That’s why I asked you about your outfit silly. I wanted to stop by a fast food shop for breakfast and the Toy Jamboree shop to pick some new toys for you to play with. But, if you wanna stay home for breakfast, aunty Fluttershy always has plenty of special milk and dried cereal.”
“No, I’m fine with the restaurant and stuff” Scootaloo lit a bit, but didn’t quiet drop off her worried expression. Swallowing a little nervously she smiled, “O-okay. I-I’ll go, but I think I will change my outfit a little after all.”
“Ah-ah-ah.” Fluttershy sounded walking towards the door, she gripped the railing and looked over at the kid. “I’m alright with you wearing a different t-shirt, but I want you to keep the romper and sneakers. I mean you have the right to choose your own stuff. But unless you want your diaper bulging your pants or making a bunch of noise, I’d recommend keeping the romper you have on right now on.”
Scootaloo nervously paced her way over to the wardrobe, peaking her head inside. “W-where are you going?” She asked taking a quick glance at the door.
Making her way out, Fluttershy yelled informatively. “I’m going to grab your diaper bag. The Toy Jamboree is like a half-hour drive down the road, after all.
“O-okay.” Scootaloo nodded to herself, picking out a basic pink top.
“Also one more thing.” Fluttershy said, smiling as she peaked her head back into the nursery’s doorway. “I wouldn’t recommend a pink top- that’s a bit tacky. A white top would work so much better with that romper and your trainers.”
Nodding, the child took a curious glance at the available clothes.
Meanwhile, Fluttershy walked back in her room. Making her way over to her bed stand, she picked up the pink neapolitan diaper bag that she’d stocked yester. She smirked a little, a little bit grossed out by its design. ‘Only when did I even by this thing?’ she rhetorically asked herself, picking it up and setting it on her bed. She unzipped the contents and took a curious peak inside, ‘seventies’.
Picking up the bag, she flipped it over and spilt it’s contents of diapers, wipes, toys, disposable changing matts, spare clothes, and what not all over the bed. She lifted the bag in the air and compressed it’s wet-proof vinyl material into a military-style roll.
She took a deep breath, slipped on her sandals and then head back to the nursery.
“Scootaloo?” She asked curiously, observing as the child tugged the strap of pink-denim overalls over her shoulder as she walked over to the closet.
In a semi-self-conscience manner, the child turned over to face her aunt. “W-what?” She asked, rubbing her right arm with her left hand.” “You decided to change your outfit?” She asked, slightly annoyed that her niece blatantly ignored her advice. She pulled a considerably chicer gray, white, and pink bag that sported a cartoonish pink baby elephant on the side. Draping it over her shoulder, she turned back to look at the kid.
“Y-yeah.” Scootaloo nervously slipped the Jumping Joy sneakers back on her feet then looked up at her aunt. “I-is that alright?”
Fluttershy bit her lip a little and motioned with her hand, “Well, you listened to your aunt earlier right?”
The child lied, nodding her head trying not to look guilty.
The women smirked a little, much too wise to be fooled by a girl as young as Scootaloo. After all, she was a Doctor who’d spent entire days dealing with people too shy to tell the truth once upon a time.
She brushed her bangs out of her face and motioned with her hand, “Alright. Turn around, I’ve got to make sure your outfit fits right.”
“O-okay.” The child said, turning and crossing her arms. She knew for a fact that her romper was considerably less spacious around the inseam. But it still fit alright.
To her delight, Fluttershy could see Scootaloo’s bulbous Pampers flaring around the girl’s backside and stretched the pant legs slightly. “O-okay it fits fine.” Fluttershy smiled, stifling a chuckle with a fake yawn. Withdrawing her hand in front of her mouth, she walked over to the wardrobe and grabbed one of Scootaloo’s dresses off the rack.
“A-are you sure?” Scootaloo said, looking down and pushing at the front of the romper with her hand.
“Yeah-yeah.” The women answered, grining a little as she dropped the dress into the diaper bag, “Your romper fits perfectly is the perfect fit for a baby girl. Now let’s go. Trust me, we do not want to get caught at a Toy Jamboree at noon on a summer Friday.” Scootaloo smiled, feeling her aunt’s hand rest on her shoulder as she waddled out the nursery.
The child sat, glancing in a wondrous state as the city horizon line came full front. The buildings didn’t top twenty or forty feet, but they were still a little intimidating.
“Hmm, what a pleasant morning.” Fluttershy commented, continuing to stair into the sunny day sky with a sizable smile on her face. Focusing back on the road, she hit her turn switch to head towards town. “Hmm, have you ever been to Circleville Scoots?”
“Huh?” Scootaloo sounded, snapping out of her trans like state. She looked at the dash then back at the road’s sizzling hot surface. “Oh, I don’t know. Supposedly my dad liked taking me to the Canterlot carnivals that occasionally stopped by. But I’m pretty hazy with the cities and stuff around here.”
Smirking, Fluttershy leaned back in her seat a little as they turned onto the main street. “Wait, but my house is decently close to your uh- Margret’s house. Are you telling me you don’t know what’s like fifty kilometers away?”
Scootaloo watched idly as the red light switched green and her aunt took route to local diner. She kicked her legs a little bit, “I-I don’t.” She admitted looking over at her aunt, “Trust me, just about everything I know I learned myself. Given I’ve never been old enough to drive I never really bothered- you know- learning.”
Fluttershy smiled with a hint of sympathy in her grin, “Ooh, you poor baby.” She said, keeping her focus on the road as she turned into the parking lot. After a brief minute of awkward parking, she looked over the girl, “Well don’t you worry your precious little head about it I guess, you’re not going to get very far the way you’re dressed anyway.”
Looking down at herself, the girl chuckled a little. “Heh, I guess you’re right. A-are you sure the outfit looks alright?”
Nodding, the women unlocked the door with a press of a button. “Yeah, of course it is Scooty Booty. Now wait by your door while your Aunt gets your bag.”
Scootaloo undid her seat belt, opened the heavy car door, and hopped onto the hot concrete below. A warm blast of air hit her face, causing her fine purple hair to flow a little with the push of the wind. ‘My bag… my diaper bag’ she thought to herself, curiously crunching a pebble with her pink-souled rubber trainers.
“Ready lovey?” Fluttershy asked, reaching a hand out to the girl. Like any sane person, she didn’t want to spend any more time than was necessary in the sweltering summer heat.
Smiling a little, Scootaloo nodded her head grabbing onto her aunt’s palm gently at first but then firmly as she found how cool it was.
Fluttershy walked to the bumper of the car, looked both ways, then proceeded to walk her niece across the hot stoney lot. “Heh, ooh I just know you’re going to love their food. Are you more of pancake person or a waffle person?”
“Uhh… pancake!” Scootaloo chirped, smiling brightly as they walked through the double-doors of the diner.
“Hello!” A perky brunette women called out, reaching into her podium. Pulling out one adult menu and one kid menu she grinned, “Just you two?”
Fluttershy nodded, “Heh, yeah. Just us two. Come on Scootaloo.” She said, hyping her niece’s stylish diaper bag back over her shoulder.
The child sheepishly smiled a little as she waddled with the tug of her aunt’s hand pulling her forward. She couldn’t help but feel littler than usual as she strolled down the white hard tiled diner halls, her childishly garish sneakers squeaking lightly on the floor, the people all around her looking twice as big as they usually would.
As she took her seat, Scootaloo swore she could her diaper rustling underneath her. Tapping her fingers in quick succession on the table and stared idly up at the waitress with a smirk as she waited for her to ask a question.
The waitress, being the busy women that she was, really only kept her ear open for Fluttershy as she opened her flip book.
“I think I know what we want.” Fluttershy smiled, gathering the attention of both her child and her waitress. Closing the menu, she rested the untouched child menu on top of it and smiled. “I’ll take a strawberry crepe and my little joy will have the children’s pancake meal…” She handed the menu off, “Oh, and she’ll have a milk if you could.”
“Would you like milk too?” the waiter questioned, flipping over a small book and writing the details inside.
Fluttershy pondered the thought for a second then shook her head, “No I don’t think so.” Folding her hands on her lap she smiled, “My daughter is a handful when she gets going. I think a latte would do me good.”
“Hehe, is that right? Are you a handful for your mom?” The waitress teased, lightly jabbing at Scootaloo’s shoulder with her pen.
“Yeahhh.” Scootaloo gushed, leaning her on the hands as she pressed them against her lap, smiling at the sentiment.
The women retracted the pen and put it back behind her ear, “Well, you don’t fret now. I’ll get your breakfast for you in just a second, hun.”
Continuing to smile, the child nodded as she watched the waitressed walk away in her wavey blue dress and white smock. Snapping back out of her trans, she looked over at her aunt. “What?”
“What do you mean ‘what’?” Fluttershy smiled, relaxing a little in her seat with a big prideful smirk on her face.
“I mean, what’s with calling me your daughter?” Scootaloo asked.
Stiffling a laugh, the women grabbed the strap of the diaper bag. “It was an example Scootaloo. I know it might be a little nerve racking walking around in ‘younger’ looking clothes. But the beauty in looking eight years younger than you should is that the grownups will always take my word as fact.”
Scootaloo scrunched her expression a little and tilted her head to the side.
“Well, how to I put this?” Fluttershy smiled, unzipping the girl’s diaper bag. Gracefully she pulled out an unopened turquoise package of Pampers and set them on the dining room’s linoleum table. She watched her child’s eyes shoot wide over and her expression drop.
“Are you crazy, someone could see those.” Scootaloo whispered, double taking to make sure no one in the diner was looking. To her surprise, no one was.
“Scootaloo, please. Of course someone people are going to notice the diapers.” Fluttershy said, poking the plastic package of diapers with her pointer finger. “After all, you are a pretty skinny girl and with your new undies being as bulky as they are, you’ve got a serious case of diaper butt.”
The young girl swallowed subconsciously as the pack of Pampers were scooted in her direction. She looked over at her aunt with worried expression.
“But that’s the fun part lovey.” Fluttershy spouted, smiling garishly as she watched her niece nervously pick up the diapers with her tiny hands, “Because you’re wearing diapers, people are going to assume you’re just big for your size. I can tell them that you’re a late bloomer or something and they’ll believe because- well just look at the way you’re dressed.”
Curiously, Scootaloo scrunched the package of diapers with her hands, staring as the child on the front’s face got smushed.
Reaching her hand over the table, the women picked up the package with a single hand. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. Regardless of what you do or how you act, your aunty Fluttershy will cover for you.”
The child bit her thumb for a second but then smiled. “Oh my gosh, you’re right aren’t you?”
“Aren’t I always right?” Fluttershy giggled, tucking the package of diapers back into her niece’s diaper bag. “Trust me, years of nursing have taught me that all acts of responsibility fly out the window when you’re bound to a caretaker. Even if you were to throw a tantrum or scream or something, you still wouldn’t get me into half the trouble some of my old patients did.”
“That’s good.” Scootaloo snickered, pressing her hands on her lap again, “Cause to be a hundred percent honest, I have to potty still.”
Fluttershy blinked, a little bit awestruck by her niece’s comment. “Do you mean you have to tinkle?”
Scootaloo shook her head then leaned in, covering her mouth with her hand, “No, I hafta ‘potty’.”
Facepalming, the women snickered. “Ooh, Scootaloo. You are a little stinker aren’t you.”
“C-can I use the bathroom?” She asked, quietly.
“Oh, Scootaloo.” The women smiled, patting the diaper bag. “You know you can use the bathroom anytime, anywhere, as long as you do it in your diaper.”
Dropping her expression to a pout, the child huffed. “Hmmph, it’s not fair. I didn’t dress like a baby to embarrass myself you know?”
Nodding, the women continued to give the child a loving but stern expression, “Well I don’t buy then dress you in baby clothes only for you to chicken out. Please Scootaloo, you know I wouldn’t make you use your diapers if I didn’t think it was for the best.”
Taking a deep breath, the girl nodded. “I-I know.” She said, looking over at her aunt with a half-defeated grin, “I’ll be good.”
“That’a girl.” Fluttershy smiled, sitting back in her seat as an entrée was set on the table right in front of her.
“Alright, dears. That’s one strawberry crepe for you and one stack of pancakes for the little one.” She sounded, handing the two their respective meals and drinks. “Need anything else?” she asked, pulling out a black little book.
“No, everything looks great. Thank you.” Fluttershy smiled, reaffirming her satisfaction with a nod. She looked over at the child and grinned, “eat up Scoots.”
Scootaloo looked down at the two small pancakes on her white porcelain plate. Aside it was small bowl of peeled oranges, two strips of bacon, and a child-size cup of milk with a bendy straw. For most teenage girls, a meal so meager would be a underwhelming breakfast. But for Scootaloo, a girl who’s stomach rivaled her body in meekness, the meal seemed actually came off as a bit a overwhelming.
***
“Ooooh.” Scootaloo moaned, feeling her stomach chern a little bit as she got broiled in the front seat of her car. She been sitting still for five minutes and her car’s A.C definetly hadn’t negated the the warmth coming of the sun.
“Heh, easy Scooty Booty. We’re almost at the Toy Jamboree. I promise it’ll be more comfortable in there.” The women reassured, switching on her turn signal. Very smoothly, she was able to turn the corner without a hitch.
The child slumped back in her seat and stared over at her aunt. “It’s not that, I reeeeally have to use the potty!” she complained.
The women chuckled, pulling up to the toy store and turning right into its lot. “Hehe, you are wearing your potty anytime you need it.” She teased.
“Excuse me, you ever tried using a diaper before?” Scootaloo pouted, hugging her tummy with her folded arms and jerking her head into the air.
Fluttershy quickly glimpsed over at her niece sitting over on the passanger side and chuckled. “Heh, I mean when I was a baby.”
Steadying herself, Scootaloo stretched back in her seat a bit and kicked her feet. “Well, it’s physically not easy going in your pants. Why do you think I still prefer the bathroom?”
Smiling, the women very carefully drove into the parking love. Watching out for any children or their parents, she drove at half speed before coming to a complete spot near the back of the store.
“Hmm…” Fluttershy pondered, turning off the car with a switch of her metal key, then leant back in her seat. Slumping her head over in the direction of the girl she pointed at the bag. “I have fiber pills in the bag if you want to try.”
Scootaloo rolled her eyes as she popped open her car door. “I’ll just wait until I get home Fluttershy. You said it yourself, this isn’t the kind of place to be spending too much time in.”
“Sure thing, Princess.” Fluttershy answered as she hopped out of the car. Walking right behind Scootaloo with her diaper bag held in one hand, she used her other one to grab her child’s hand.
“Huh?” Scootaloo questioned, looking to her side for clarity.
Fluttershy squeezed the girl’s hand and giggled a little, “Heh, I’m glad you waited. I actually hadn’t thought about it, but I guess with your new style and all, I probably do need to pay better attention when we’re out in public.” The women looked down at her girl and cooed, “You’re such a smart wittle girl.”
“Really?” Scootaloo asked, perking up excitedly at the compliment. She looked up at her aunt’s radiant pink hair dancing in the sun as she locked her beautiful amethyst eyes with her aunt’s aquamarine ones.
Looking down at the child with a similarly optimistic smile she continued to praise her. “Of course, I mean it. You’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met and the most helpful to. Now, I’m gonna need you to do something really big for your aunt. Can you promise me that you’ll be super duper patient while we shop for your new furniture and clothes?” She asked, pacing across the hard asphalt of the pavement as the summer sun beat down on her back.
Her eyes opened wide, Scootaloo did another excited hop. “Ooh, yeah! I promise I can!”
The aunt approached the automatic sliding doors of the building and eased her way into the well air conditioned, well-polished enterance lobby of the store. Stopping, she let go of her niece’s hand, bent down one knee, and looked her in a face with a more somber expression. “Allllright, Scootaloo. Then your aunty will be super patient when she lets you pick out a few toys to play with. Got it?”
Scootaloo nodded, knowing full well that her the request wouldn’t be a problem. For as little as she got to do it growing up, she really liked shopping. Even more so, she really liked shopping for clothes. It was her guilty pleasure.
“Good!” The women replied, standing up and draping Scootaloo’s diaper bag over her shoulder and into one of the nearby shopping trollies. With a kind expression on her face, she gestured to her niece with her hand. “I won’t have room in the cart for you, so I’m going to need you to stay close.”
“Oh?” Scootaloo sounded, waddling over to her aunt in a rush. “Ah, I’m sorry.” She said, grabbing a hold of the cage’s red plastic cage.
“Heh.” The women chuckled, “No need to be flustered sweetie. I just don’t want you little toddler tush falling too far behind. I want your input on this stuff, especially since you’ll be the one living with it.”
The child looked up at her aunt’s proud womanly posture as she pushed the cart along, then glance over at the rest of the store. To her amazement, the place was no smaller to her now than it was ten years ago. From around the corners of the polished white floor tiles of the isles grew shelves of colourful toys, playsets, movies, games, and advertising boards all tempting her with the allusion of fun and adventure.
Fluttershy walked right past the toys and into the more spacious, more open ended lobby that was the girl’s clothing. While there were many little dresses, leggings, and tops that delighted her inner parent, she kepted her eyes focused on the one thing she really came here for; footie pajamas.
Lingering behind her aunt’s presence this time, Scootaloo was a little bit more posed as she walked behind her aunt, minding the awkward sway the diaper in her trousers caused her make. Subconsciously, she reached her hand behind her back and morbidly pressed down on her backside, as if she could suppress the presence of the padding.
Picking up a decently sized blanket sleeper, the women twirled it by its wire hook and examined it’s design. It was cutesy, with a white cotton fabric, speckled aqua, pastel pink, and violet spots with a similarly coloured owl covering the chest and feet. Best of all however was the way the sleeper’s design was accommodative of towards younger children. There was no distinct boundary between top and bottom allowing for discreet diaper wearing and its neck to foot zipper design mean she could change Scootaloo without having to take the thing off. Best of all, when she checked the tag it read ‘Kids XL’.
Excited, by the discovery of such a suitable design, she flashed it at her niece. “Scootaloo, look!”
Scootaloo hopped on her feet and let out a small, “Eek.” then removed her hands from her backside and held them up in the air, as if she’d been caught stealing or something.
“Scootaloo?” Fluttershy questioned, curiously setting the outfit down on the shopping trolly’s cage. She twirled her finger and asked the question, “Could you turn around for me real quick dear?”
The girl’s face flushed red as several passersbyers took curious glances. She looked at the purplish pink glittery floor and muttered, “A-am I trouble?” as she turned around.
“Noo…” Fluttershy reassured her, reaching down and undoing the button’s that held the romper’s suspenders snuggly over her shoulder. Very quick, the denim fabric of the outfit plummeted around the girl’s trainers.
Scootaloo’s covered her face. Peaking in between her fingers, she watched as an older women- perhaps about sixty years in age, stared at her behind the cold exterior of her sunglasses.
“I haven’t smelt anything.” She rationalized, squatting down. She pulled back the elastic of the child’s diaper and raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t wet yourself, did you?”
Scootaloo dropped her hands and stared directly at the strange old lady, who then proceeded to awkwardly meander away. Annoyed she turned around drawing her pointer finger over her lips, and shushed her aunt- as if the uncovered Pampers protruding from her hips wasn’t the thing garnering the unwanted attention.
Smiling warmly, Fluttershy continued talking in a normal tone. “Easy, Scooty Booty. There’s no reason to get worked up.” The women said, gently pushing the small of the child’s back.
Mortified, Scootaloo stepped forward and place her hands on her hips, staring up her aunt with a bemused anger. “Fluttershy!” She yelled in a suppressed tone.
“Listen.” Fluttershy spoke, picking up the girl’s romper from the ground and returning it to the cart. She unzipped the diaper bag and drew out a much lighter, much more discreet spring gown.
Scootaloo’s eyes went wide, looking at the dress. It was simple foam green, with a white sunflower on the chest, and a dark green hemline. Most importantly, it’s skirt flared out. The child cooled down her anxious tone as the aunt dawn the sleeveless dress over her head and helped her into it.
Turning her back to the child, Fluttershy picked up the romper and slowly folded it in her hands.“I told you, you’ve got nothing to worry about Scoots. I’m not here to embarrass you.”
“What?” Scootaloo asked defensively crossing her arms, “You just pulled down off my romper like it didn’t even matter! What if a boy saw me?”
Fluttershy leaned over and brushed her girl’s magenta bangs out of her face and behind her ear. “Honey, look. For one, we’re at a Toy Jamboree, realistically no boy older than ten or eleven shops here.” She smirked jovially, expecting her niece to find the humor in the situation as well- but to no avail. “Right”, she said toning down her snarkiness, “The only way to check a full diaper is by feeling it, smelling it, or looking at it. But, I don’t like touching dirty diapers if I can help it and I definitely don’t like smelling them, so I prefer the sight check.”
“So? You still could have asked.” the child said, defensively pouting.
“Is everything alright here, ma’am?” A somewhat chubby black man asked, walking up to the two with a open ended curiosity.
“Oh- what?” Fluttershy asked, spinning on her heel about thirty degrees before seeing the man and his iconic blue stripped dress shirt- something only managerial staff wore. Sighing a little in relief, Fluttershy fluttered her hand. “Oh, no. I was just having a little bit of dispute with my niece.”
The man passed by the girl, curiously twirling his lanyard on his finger. With a hardy smile on his face, he shined his white teeth at Scootaloo. “Okay, so this is your niece.” He said, glancing back over at Fluttershy. Her patted the red cage of her cart, clutching it with his hand and looked back at the women. “That’s good. We saw you walk in with her, but the SD and I got awful concerned when you dropped her britches.”
Blushing a little, Fluttershy rubbed her right arm. “Heh, sorry about that.” She muttered swallowing nervously. Leaning in a little, she gestured with her hand for the manager to get closer to her ear.
The man blinked as if to comprehend Fluttershy’s actions. With an audible “Oh.” He sprung to his heels, cuffing his ear and leaned close to the women.
“Listen.” Fluttershy whispered, taking a deep breath. “I don’t like making a commotion. But my niece has a diaper rash and the way her romper fit was causing her to chafe a little.”
The man pivoted his head to face Scootaloo, who he could see rather awkwardly mumbling around the pajama racks several meters away. Smiling coyly, he snickered. “Oh, heh. I see.” He said, standing himself up straight.
“Heh, yeah.” Fluttershy chuckled a little herself, watching as Scootaloo curiously picked out some form of turquoise footie pajamas with a doggie design from off the rack. A little proud of her lie, she placed her hands on her hips and posed the question to the man, “I know this is a toy store, but this place also sells furniture for children’s rooms, right?”
The man nodded his head.
Smiling, Fluttershy tapped her foot on the glitzy sparkled carpet of the girl’s clothing section then looked in the distance. “Huh. Well, my little niece suffers from epilepsy- which is also kinda why she’s wearing diapers to begin with. Anyway, her collection of stuffed animals is kinda getting too big and I was wondering if you maybe had a twin sized bed with a safety railing.”
“Hmm.” The man said, frowning a little. “Well I’m sorry ma’am. Yes, we got em’ for twin sized and full sized beds. They’re over in isle 23.”
“Thank you, that’s great.” Fluttershy said, patting the man’s should before trailing off after her niece. Turning back briefly, she posed the question, “Ooh yeah. Also, could you point us to the rest room?”
“Oh it’s over there.” The man said, pointing a finger towards a big pink bathroom sign to his left. “I’ll be around for the next hour or two if you got any questions- ya hear? But before you go, I’m gonna need your name to close the SD investigation.”
Scootaloo held up a rather cutesy two-piece aqua-coloured butterfly pajama set as she watched her aunt walk right up behind her in a nearby mirror.
“Come on Scoots. We don’t need any more pajamas.” Fluttershy said, picking up the aqua coloured PJs from her niece’s left hand and set it back on the rack. She turned her head back briefly to the man and answered “My name is Fluttershy Kennedy and my niece’s name is Riley S. Kennedy.”
“But Fluttershy, they’re soooo cute!” the child whined, stomping her trainers on the carpeted ground.
Fluttershy smiled a little, picking up the child’s PJs back up by their hook. Using her free hand, she pointed over to the cart, “Fine, we’ll get them too but that’s it. Now come on, we outta get you to the toilet before this place becomes a circus. Right?
“Oh? Hehe, yeah.” Scootaloo chirped, skipping back over to the cart in the awkward way her diaper let her.
The aunt watched as her niece once again wrapped her hand around the cart’s red plastic basket, then slowly started pacing her way back onto one of the store’s main isles.
“Uhh, you can set it over there… thank you.” Fluttershy instructed the mover, crossing one of her legs over the other as she pushed herself back in the nursery’s new gliding rocking chair.
Pushing the newly constructed crib against the room's left wall, the man watched as it's presence filled the spot of darkened carpet left by the now attic stored racecar bed . Standing up straight, the man placed his hands on carpentry belt and hiked it higher up waist a little. “Do you need anything else ma’am?” He questioned
The women glanced over at Scootaloo, who was occupied doing something at her new brightly coloured drawing station, then at the rest of the nursery. She only half recognized the place, with all the furniture short of the changing table, wardrobe, the white futon, and one of the mobiles were removed. She shook her head at the man. Picking up the diaper bag that was just to her right, she and started digging in. “Ooh, no you’re fine. Sorry for the long response, I was thinking about this place.”
The man slowly paced up to Fluttershy and nonchalantly offered her the bill.
Looking up at the piece of paper she grabbed it then handed the man $80.
The mover smiled a little. “Oh, that’s not necessary-“
“No, you take it. You’ve been a big help!” Fluttershy patronized the man, practically pushing the money into his palm.
“Oh- well okay. Thank you.” The man nodded, then walked out the nursery door. Slipping the money into his back packet, he made his way out of the room and down the stair well.
Fluttershy leaned back in her chair and looked down at the bill:
Toy Jamboree Bill, 7-12-2014
Chipper Colour&Play Discovery Set: $79.99 Chipper Play Time Mesh Safety-Pen: $99.99 Chipper Rock and Relax Indoor Swing: $399.99 Chipper Rock and Roll Mobile: $29.99 Children Fun Rock and Roll Princess (Twin) Set: $59.99 Impressions Pink Castle Crib Liner w/monitor: $39.99 Matson Window Safety Locks: $19.99 Matson Brand Twin Safety Bed Frame: $524.99 Play-Inc Puzzle Block Foam Carpet: $49.99 Play-Inc Rockin’ Rainbow Cubbies (3): $79.99 Play-Inc Rockin Rainbow Curtains: $49.99 Play-Inc Love and Memories Emory Glider Rocking Chair: $189.99 Somsung 100x62cm Plasma-Flex Television Monitor: $399.99 Soyo Entertainment Center Platform: $199.99 Wiser Foam-core (Twin sized) mattress: $325.99 Cost of installation: $155.99 Cost of Shipment: $99.99 Cost Summary: $2,786.84
Equestrian Province Tax (7.25%): $200.45 Toy Jamboree Membership Discount: -$269.99 Total Money Owed: $2,717.30
“Wow.” Fluttershy smirked, looking over at her child.
Scootaloo whom was busy colouring in some big bird picture, dropped her crayon and looked over at her aunt. “Ah-wah? Sorry, I was listening to make sure the mover guy left the house.”
Fluttershy chuckled, pulling out her check book. “Ooh, it’s nothing sweetie. I was just looking over the bill.” She said, pulling out one of her silver business pens then jotted down the information. Clicking the pen shut, she tossed the bill, check, and checkbook back into her daughter’s diaper bag alongside her cellphone.
Scootaloo leaned back in her little purple plastic chair and rubbed her eyes yawning. “Oooh-ahhh. I’m sorry. I know we got a lot of stuff.”
“No no- that’s quiet alright dear. I’ve told you money isn’t an issue.” Fluttershy said, rocking in her chair basking in the warm light that radiated from the sunny sky outside. “Just- come here for a moment. I wanna see something.” She said, leaning forward on the rocking chair and balancing herself on the toes of her shoes.
Curiously, Scootaloo hopped out of her seat and toddled over to her aunt. “What is it?” The girl asked, coming to a pause right in front of her aunt.
Fluttershy crossed her arms on her knees and curiously peered at the girl, first she scanned her eyes up and down the girl’s sleeveless emerald sun dress, then she looked up to see the girl’s shaky purple bangs covering her otherwise unblemished baby face.
Scootaloo quite confused by the matter, raised an eyebrow as she felt her aunt comb her long tan fingers through her upkeeped raggedy purple hair.
Looking at the girl’s quickly joyous smile, the women responded in kind. “Heh, well I guess it goes without saying that this new furniture stuff is going to stay. Unless you want to stay in the guest room, this is your new room- er- nursery.”
Giggling, Scootaloo gushed a little as her aunt ran her fingers through her hair again. “Heh, I know. Why wouldn’t I want to keep living in this room. I mean, aside from the kinda boyish wall paper, everything else kinda fits my pop punk princess vibe.” She gushed a little blushing faintly, “for the first time in a long time, I’m kinda feeling like a little girl again.”
“Heh, well that’s good!” Fluttershy smiled, untangling her hand from her niece’s hair. Smirking a little, she leaned back in her seat. “That’s actually what I was getting at. I mean, especially with your outfits, the only thing we could change is your haircut.” The women confessed, “It’s really the only thing left we could change. You’re alrighty such a little cutie pie.”
Blinking, Scootaloo’s thoughts seem to cluster in her mind as she came up with a response, “Oh… well I don’t know. I mean, I wanna look as young as I can, but will it grow back by the time summer is over?”
The corner of Fluttershy’s lips puckered just slightly before she restrained them with an unsettled smirked, “Oh- yeah, school.”. Taking a deep breath, she rocked her head back shutting her eyes for just a second, then refocused her attention on her niece. “Welll, I think you and I both know that your mom is a little- uh- upset right now. I know you haven’t exactly been paying attention to your uh- big girl life- but when I tried turning on your cell phone the other day; the service was disconnected.
“Oh.” The child frowned, nervously grasping at her stomach. Suddenly, the long since boil of her upset tummy came back into full swing. “I-uh- I see.”
“Lovey…” Fluttershy cooed, reaching her hand out and placed it on the girl’s shoulder. She climbed out of her seat, landing on her knees and went in for a full embrace, wrapping the girl in her big strong arms. “Ooh, there’s no need to fret Scootaloo. You know I’m here for you lovey.”
Scootaloo stood at full stature leaning into the hug, embracing her aunt tighter than she’d done in years. She closed her eyes and felt as the window’s radiant light beat down on her face. A warmth seemingly crawled down the back of her head, gagged her throat, and shocked her body into quivering. Just before she broke however, she silence the sensation with a quivered hic, and a deep breath.
“That’s it baby, you’re okay.” Fluttershy comforted the girl, closing her eyes as she ran her hand down the girl’s thinly veiled back.
“I-I.” Scootaloo nervously swallowed, “I’m okay. I kinda knew she wouldn’t want me back.”
Fluttershy looked down at her niece’s back as she rubbed it kindly with her palm. “Ooh, listen Scootaloo. I know you might think that now, but I’m sure we’ll get some clarity one of these days.”
Taking a deep breath, the girl very slowly retracted her hug and let herself fall flat on her diapered backside. Looking up at her aunt, the girl smirked in a frownish kind of manner. “I’m sure we will. I just can’t believe my mom sometimes.”
The aunt sat on her calves, rested her hands on her knees, then nodded. “I know how you feel Scootaloo. It always surprised me your father married her. Margret is just uh- a little unstable I think.”
“I can’t exactly criticize her though.” Scootaloo said, looking around the room. “I mean, just look at me. I could have had decorated this place any way I wanted to and I choose to turn it into a big baby room.”
“It’s called a nursery sweetie.” Fluttershy asserted. Smiling warmly, the women reached out her hand and ran her long white fingers through her niece’s hair like they were a brush, “I know this room might be a little bit childish, but it’s all stuff you chose, and it really suites you well.”
Scootaloo raised her head, tilting her head up just slightly enough so she could look her aunt in the eye. “What do you mean it ‘suites me’?”
Fluttershy retracted her hand and keep a very earnest smile on her face as the words slipped from her mouth, “Well, I mean I think the room is very appropriate for a little one like you.” She confessed, pointing at her niece’s brand new pink and purple furnished white crib. “I mean, sure the furniture kind of clashes with the old wall paper. But the fact that everything is very balanced between a little girl’s princess fantasy and a glitzy girly rock thing fits you nicely. It’s a little tacky, but it’s still cute.”
The girl tilted her head to the side, confused.
“Heh.” Fluttershy sounded as she refocused her attention on her niece’s pale blemish free face. “I think a room like this, one where you can play with dollies, colour, nap, and watch movies without having to feel self-conscience about your real age is important.”
“Oooooh.” Scootaloo sounded, nodding with a small grin, “That makes sense. Although, I still I could still feel little in a big person room too you know?”
Fluttershy looked down at her niece’s Jumping Joy Trainers and then back up at her bubbly face with a snarky grin, “Hmm, maybe we can cut your hair and send you to school! Assuming you’re okay with being seen as a baby, you shouldn’t have any trouble going into school with a bob haircut and your diapers. Right?”
“Hehehe!” Scootaloo giggled, hopping up and down playfully as she hiked her wrist up to her chest, “Noooo.”
Taking note of her Scootaloo’s silly posture, the aunt couldn’t help but take note of how her niece’s green sundress was caught in the elastic of her diaper. “Hehe, well we can decide on what to do for school later Scooty Booty” she said as she tugged the dress’s fabric out of the confines of her niece’s Pampers, “All I know is if mother nature wanted you to be a big girl, she would’ve given you a more womanly body by now.”
The child blushed a little bit at her caretaker’s sentiment but smiled, “Heh. Well growing up is dumb. Why would I ever want to not be a little kid?”
“I guess you’re right!” Fluttershy agreed, getting off her knees and standing up. “But, look at it this way…”
Staring up at her Fluttershy’s busty chest and flowy pink hair, Scootaloo couldn’t help but be drawn into the women’s gaze as she listened to her words.
Being she was almost twice her niece’s height, the women hunkered her hands on her hips and leaned down to look at the girl. “Because I’m an ADULT, I can choose what I want to eat for lunch and what YOU want to eat for lunch!” Fluttershy teased.
“But you can’t MAKE me want to eat something for lunch.” Scootaloo very innocently corrected.
Blowing cool air from her nose, Fluttershy closed her eyes and chuckled. “Heh, you’ve got your dad’s smarty pants I see.” She said, correcting her posture as she broke her hands off of her hips and folded them against her tummy.
“Hehe, I know.” The child giggled.
“Well, anyway we need to get you fed still. But first, we gotta do something about that dress of yours.” She said, signaling for her niece to come closer with a flick of her finger, “We might have our fair share of bibs are here, but I really don’t want to risk a stain.”
Walking up to her niece, Fluttershy reached down and grabbed her niece’s bright green sun dress by their shoulder straps and slowly tugged it over her head.
“Nyah!” Scootaloo sounded as she raised her tiny hands in the air and helped yank the very last of her dress’s clingy fabric from her forehead, which left her hair cut even more confuzzled than usual.
Satisfied with her niece’s appearance, the aunt tossed the dress aside and to rustled Scootaloo’s already messy hair.
Scootaloo looked up and beamed with a jovial “Heeey!” then broke into a fit of giggles.
“That’s a good girl. Now come on Scootaloo, we need to get you some food in your tummy.” The women said, moseying her way over to the door at a pace that her little one could keep up.
***
From her moon-decorated kitchen throne, Scootaloo kept her head and body slumped back, idly staring as caretaker scrambled back and forth from the kitchen to the cabinet. Tilted her head on her shoulder, she spread her legs a little to unstick her inner thighs from the plastic leg divider underneath her tray.
She was admittedly excited for lunch. Despite her big breakfast and growing constipation, her aunt insisted that she had the perfect meal to help with her tummy. Unfortunately for her, that ‘meal’ seemed to be some sort of pureed fresh fruit concoction.
“Fluttershy- I don’t want baby food!” the child cried vainly for the third time, watching as her aunt once again rolled her eyes.
“Please.” Fluttershy smirked, continuing to calmly slice the strawberry’s green stems off of it’s respective fruit. She graced the sharp edge of her knife across the thing’s red outer coating, pressing down and severing the bulk of its contents from the rest of the berry. She repeated this process several times until she had added six new slices into the pulpy pile of fresh fruit. “I’m not making you baby food Scootaloo. You can’t even make baby food out of fruit.” She idly mentioned
Reaching over to her left, she pulled the blender’s mixing container from off the base and shoved her cutting board’s various contents into the container. Once all the ingredients were in, she set the shaving cup on the blender and set it on its ‘puree’ setting.
‘Besides’ Scootaloo heard her caretaker’s words, followed by the harsh humming sound of the blender as it’s blades spun at full speed. Her eyes shifted focus to the fresh fruit being neatly obliterated in the cup right in front of her aunt.
Picking up the rubber feeding spoon she’d laid out just in case, Fluttershy twirled it in between her fingers giving it a quick examination of it with her eyes. Smiling slightly, she looked over at her child with a devilish expression.
“Besides what?” Scootaloo asked, tugging her shirt sleeve from underneath the highchair’s shoulder straps. She scooted back into her seat a bit, trying to adjust her diaper up her waist a little.
Fluttershy smiled, taking the contents of her child’s pulpy smoothied fruit and gradually spooned them into a yellow plastic cup. Then she stuck a little bend straw into the purplish looking mush. “Besides, I’ve got baby food if or when you need it.” The women answered, walking up to her niece with the beverage and a happy confident strut.
“But baby food is gross!” Scootaloo pouted, as the smoothie-like blend was set on top her highchair’s tray along with the rubber feeding spoon. Puckering her eyebrows, she curiously picked the big yellow cup up in the air using both of her hands and brought the straw to her lips.
Folding her arms, Fluttershy gave the girl a delighted look as she watched Scootaloo’s eyes light up with excitement of tasting it for the first time. “Heh, well I told you once and I’ll tell you again. Don’t act up and you won’t get any baby food.” The women added.
Pulling the cup away from her lips for just a sec, she looked up at her aunt with a bubbly grin and giggled, “Hehe, tasty. But uh- could I not eat baby food please? I’m really not a big fan of mushy textures.”
“Uh- you do like your smoothie don’t you?” Fluttershy asked, rubbing her hand on the side of her pants as to get rid of any fruit pulp from her hand. “I mean, there’s no way that drink is anything but gooey mush.”
“Yeah I like it.” Scootaloo admitted, kicking her legs a little as she brought the straw back up to her lips taking a curious sip as if to reaffirm her taste. A rush of blended berries both tart and sweet swepted over her tounge, forcing the corners of her mouth to peak upwards in a bit of happiness. “Heh, I mean this is good because I really like fruit and it’s really fresh. But baby food is always gross and processed. Especially anything that’s cheesy.” The child grimaced.
Fluttershy snickered, walking her way back over to the kitchen sink. “Heh, I’m not a monster Scootaloo. No, the worst baby food I have is probably the broccoli flavor.”
“Broccoli has a flavor?” The child quipped, raising an eyebrow.
The women shook her head. “No, real broccoli doesn’t have a flavor, at least not a strong one. But then again, neither do strained peas or carrots. Both of which I also happen to have.” The women jested, flaunting her cadence as if her collection of baby food was really something to be proud of. Grabbing her her cutting board and stuck it into the sink, then began scrubbing it off with a soapy sponge.
Scootaloo leaned back in her highchair looking at the white speckled ceiling as she took another big sip of her fruity smoothie. Her posture faulted, leaving her idly pressed into the comfy confines of the highchair and it’s cushy padding. Typically, not wearing any socks- and especially not wearing any pants would made her uncomfortable. But between the warmth of the summer air and the cool texture of her drink soothing and tongue, she fell into transient state of comfort drifting back in her seat and letting her scattered thoughts take control.
Fluttershy continued to clean the few dirty dishes she’d created through preparation. While her hands remained busy in the sink, her eyes her drifted over at Scootaloo to see how she was enjoying her snack. To her surprise, Scootaloo seemed so enamored by the flavor of the drink, that she kept her lips wrapped around the straw device at all times- occasionally shifting her eye sight to nothing in particular located in the kitchen.
Inevitably child looked over at her aunt and locked eyes with her. To which, the two smiled lovingly at each other.
Fresh out of her high chair, Scootaloo meandered over towards the kitchen's door with happy but somewhat sleepy expression.; as excited as she was to go outside, she couldn't help but feel weighed down by her tummy's fullness.
“Oh come on Scootaloo, it isn’t that bad.” The aunt insisted as she walked the child up to her cottage’s back door exit.
Scootaloo, who had for a minute firmly hunkered herself right up to the doorframe, stayed leaning on it for support. Her forehead pressed just 20 cm above the lockset, she stood with one leg kept inside the house and one leg on the welcome mat.
“Scootaloo please.” The aunt pleaded stepping around Scootaloo to get outside herself. “We’re on a secluded piece of land in the middle of a forest. The only person that’s even allowed on the property is the mail lady and she’s already come and gone for today. Besides, I really wanted to show you something.” She perkily quipped, offering her hand to her niece.
Reluctantly, Scootaloo reached out and grabbed her aunt’s hand then let go of the door frame. Stepping outside, she had to admit she was impressed with the grandeur of the forest. With trees averaging about 15m, the ground coated with the lush shades of green flora, and air occupied with the sound of chirping birds and the nearby stream rushing in the distance, the place was nothing to bat an eye at. The only downside was it’s very mixed amounts of lighting. It was almost like the entire backyard you under some elaborate canopy or part of a magical hallow.
“Hehe, we’ll I imagine you’ve already caught a peak at the playground I have.” The aunt gestured at a rather rustic but still well put together playset surrounding by a mossy wooden boundary. With a swing, a baby swing, a slide, and a handle bar it too breath taking. But, what was impressive was the sandbox.
With a full diameter of 3x3m, a depth of ½ a meter, and a small selection of red ‘construction tools’ the piece which was typically veiled in a tarp, was a marvelous thing to look at.
“Woah!” Scootaloo lit up, breaking free of her aunt’s gaze an excitedly hopping into the thing. Her tiny feet sank into the cool sand, the sand grains flooded the spaces in between her toes, and her mouth went agape with the uniquely pleasurable cool and gritty texture which she’d long since experienced. Dumbfounded, she fell on her bare diapered butt causing a ploom sand to fly the through the air.
Fluttershy paced up to the play area at a much more dignified pace and unlike her niece, sat herself on it’s wooden fence instead. “Awe Scootaloo.” She smiled, taking a gander as she watched the little one dig her knees into the very loosely packed surface of the sandbox. Sitting back herself, the women dug her toes into the cold tan sand and rested her hands on the wooden border of the sandbox for support.
“Hehe.” Scootaloo smiled as she spread her legs and curiously combed both her hands into the powder-like sediment. “Oooh, it feels so weird.” She said, digging the soles of her feet in as well, “I can’t quite describe it- it’s like sticking your hand in sugar or flour or something.”
Smiling, the women nodded as she watched her niece rather viscously attack the sand with her various fingers and toes. “Heh, are you saying you’ve never toyed around with sand before?”
“Heh. Well…” Scootaloo pondered the thought, then hiked a single finger up to her lip then looked over at her aunt. With a goofy smile she shook her head, “No. Hehe!”
“Really?” Fluttershy questioned, as if there was really a doubt that Scootaloo hadn’t experienced sand at least once in her life. Perking up a bit, Fluttershy smiled. “Heh. Well at least you can say you have now! Sorry there isn’t a whole lot to do per say. I mean I know I have the sand tools, but without a steady flow of water the sand- uh- well it doesn’t stick together too well.”
Scootaloo smiled, gently spreading and closing her feet in the powdery substance, enjoying ever second of it’s cool crisp gritty texture on her well shaven legs. Smirking, she crossed her arms over her tummy. “Heh, speaking of steady flows. I really needa tinkle.”
“Oh?” Fluttershy smiled, getting up from her seat and into a squat over the box’s railing. “Well, I know you’re still a little uppity about using your diaper in public yet. So, I’ll be over on the garden swing when you’re done.”
Scootaloo, relieved by her aunt’s respectful act, took comfort in her momentary privacy – unaware that the garden swing was located right behind her. Leaning forward, she pressed her hands into the cool sawdust coloured sand and got on her knees spreading them just slightly. Fond of her surroundings, she looked up at rather fluffy English Walnut tree and focused on the movement of it’s branches and the subtles of the wind whisping in the air. After a minute or so of relaxing, her stomach muscles finally gave allowing the seat of her diaper to flood and her posture to slouch contently.
Fluttershy, who had long since gotten comfortable in the seat only a few meters away from the girl. Was fascinated at how easily her niece went through with the bathroom fiasco this time. She knew for fact that Scootaloo was on her sixth diaper, but this was the first time she knew of where she didn’t squat.
Charmed by her discovery, the aunt contently leaned back in her wooden swing chair. Watching as her niece stood up as proud and tall, with her hands placed on her hips, her legs drawn close together clentching the now sagging diaper inbetween her thighs. Of course, from where she was sitting all she could see was her niece’s shaggy magenta hair, her aqua-colored shirt, and sandy diapered butt.
Turning around, the child’s face grew with a big smile as she found her aunt sitting right behind her. “Eek, Fluttershy! Fluttershy!” She called, smiling excitedly grabbing the sides of her soggy diaper’s waist as she toddled over. “I peed! I peed and didn’t even have to think about it!”
“Oh, that’s wonderful.” Fluttershy complimented the girl as she toddled up to her bare foot with a bubbly expression on her face. Crossing one leg over her other knee, the aunt rather proudly lent out a hand and rubbed her girl’s shaggy magenta hair. “Oooh, I’m so proud baby!” Scootaloo smiled, shaking her long over-grown bangs from her face with a jittery movement of her head.
“Hehe, I think somebody earned their bath.” Fluttershy coed, continuing to idly brush her niece’s dirty hair. “I’m gonna clean you up and then we can cut your hair.” She praised, reaching her hands down gently brushing the sand off the girl’s thighs then stared straight at the her eyes with a warm grin, “Then- if you’re super-duper good. We’ll get you dressed in your jammies early, I’ll get you a baba, and we can settle down for a movie before beddie bye time.” She paused, “Sounds good?”
Scootaloo thought about it for a second then beamed a little, “Heh, yeah actually!”
“I thought so.” Fluttershy happily quipped.
***
On the frame of the bath, Scootaloo sat wearing nothing but her diaper and the top to her rainbow coloured swimsuit. Rather apathetically, she kicked her feet around in increasingly sudsy water inside the tub. “I don’t know…” the girl pandered, a little off set by the how warm the water was, “aren’t you afraid this is a little too hot?”
“Ooh hush Scooty Booty.” Fluttershy shushed her niece, sitting on the toilet right across the bath. “I know baths aren’t your favorite dear. But, you’ve got sand, sweat, and all other kinds of dirt all over you from today and I don’t want it on your new clothes. Right?”
“I know.” Scootaloo said as she stood into the tub. She looked down at the clear water rapidly gushing out of the facet head and way the waves pulsated around her ankles. She noticed every detail form how pale her tummy way to the way her underwear awkwardly budged past her tummy line. It was no secret that she was a skinny child, but it only made her wonder how visible her diapers would be in a pair of pants.
“Hmm.” Scootaloo questioned, quietly poking the cartoon covered front of her diaper before turning to her aunt. “Wait, aunty Fluttershy?”
Fluttershy, who’d long since preoccupied herself with her phone, craned her head up at the girl. “Yes dear?” She asked, rather warmly.
Scootaloo looked down at the water then back at her aunt with a curious smile. “Well, wasn’t it a little silly to change me into another diaper? I mean I know I used the last one, but why not have me wear my binki or something if the diaper is just going to get all inflated and stuff with water anyway?”
“Cause.” Fluttershy mused, as she crossed one leg over the other “You are just a little girl, I don’t have swim diapers, and this isn’t an ocean. A diaper might not do much for absorption, but it’ll at least keep your accidents in your pants for the most part.”
The girl’s face fluttered a pale red colour. “Accident? I’m not going to poop in the bath!”
The aunt stifled a laugh getting off from her seat and kneeling closer to the bath. “Heh, you’d be surprised Scootaloo. An accident is called an accident for a reason.”
“Eh-heh, gross. Heh.” Scootaloo giggled a little as she lowered herself into the bubbly bath suds. The moment her backside hit the water, she felt the elastic leg gaurds of her diaper give as the bathwater flooded her underwear. By the time her backside finally landed against the tub, her diaper had effectively become a water-logged cushion.
“Mmm.” The child sounded, charmingly shifiting back and forth in her seat little. Spreading her legs she, she couldn’t help but feel genuinely immersed in the poppy-smelling fragrance of her bath water. Everywhere around her, the sensation of warm water invigorated her pours and seemed to disapate any tension in her body.
“Heh, does that feel nice Scoots?” Fluttershy smiled kneeling on her knees right beside her niece. With the shower head in her hand, she folded her arms to let her niece enjoy the bath a little bit more before she proceeded.
“Yeah.” Scootaloo meandered, closing her eyes as she gently sank into the warm confines of her bath. Luckily for her, even with her head leaned back against the tub’s white porcelain ename,l she was short enough that she could stretch her legs the full length without the tub wall obstructing them. She grinned a little as her thoughts became ever so vivid in her mind and her consciousness started drifting away.
Fluttershy, witnessing as her little niece seemingly passed out in the tub reached out her hand. “Hey- hey Scootaloo.” She called, gently grabbing the girl’s shoulder.
“Eep!” Scootaloo sprung out of the tub’s water, perplexed by her situation. Looking to her left, she was delighted to see her aunt looking just as puzzled as she was. “Hehehe, sorry I think I got a little too comfy there.”
“Heh, is that it?” Fluttershy questioned, using one hand to redirect the flow of water and the other to turn the shower head towards the inside of the tub.
“Yeah.” Scootaloo smiled, polietely adjusting herself up enough so that everything above her tummy was out of the water. She rubbed her eyes with her hands and leaned forward on her hands as she felt the warm tide of water from the shower head wash over her back and creep up the back of her head.
Fluttershy, being the seasoned caretaker she was, kept the water on the lower pressure setting as she gently flooded her child’s thick magenta hair with an avalanche of warm water. “Well Scootaloo, if there’s anything you’ve proven to me. It’s that you’re definitely a fan of naps and relaxation.” She commented, using her free hand and it’s nails to gently caress the area around the girl’s crown.
“Oooh- yeah I do.” Scootaloo admitted as she watched her aunt drop the bath tool into the water and bust out the nearby shampoo.
“Is that right?” Fluttershy questioned, lathering her hands with the shampoo then delve back into her niece’s long locks. Massaging her temple and scalp in a rotating manner with hands, diligently stroking her fingers in between each long lock of her hair.
Scootaloo’s face went from a pleasant grin to one of impartial relaxation. The corner of her mouth peaked up just slightly but refused to go any further as the feeling of her aunt’s shampooing caused her whole body to gush subtly to every subtle movement.
When all was said, and done and the girl was left in a state of impartiality. She felt as a much cooler luke warm brook of water wash over her now bubbly scalp, draining it of its coat of soap, and leaving a calming aura of strawberry scented fragrance behind.
“Heh, good baby.” Fluttershy smiled, leaning over and flipping the ‘drain’ switch to the tub, causing a subsequent ‘sinking’ sound to immerge from the tub. In all of her days as a baby sitter, she knew that five minutes of total relaxation in a tub for anyone, was better than a year of playtime.
Picking up the cloth from her side, Fluttershy leaned in with her fluffy white towel and gently wrapped it around her niece’s head. In a motion similar to what she shampooed her niece’s tresses, Fluttershy choose to gently fluff up Scootaloo’s now water-logged hair rather than sharply rub it.
Scootaloo, still enamored by the gradually disappearing warmth of the tub, was about half conscience when everything was over. Her lips formed a big goofy smile as she staired down at her legs. As the water washed into the drain, the only thing that remained was her short hairless legs and her waterlogged diaper, which seemed to protrude out twice as far as it did before she got in. “Hehe, soggy diapee.” She giggled playfully, staring at her aunt for approval.”
“Hehe, yes. You DO have a soggy diapee.” Fluttershy replied happily, continuing to rub the loosely around her niece’s thin white frame, then draped the fabric over her shoulders.
Standing up, Fluttershy smiled. “I’ll leave you be. I might change your diapers but I’ll leave the rest of the freshening up to you dear. Do brush your teeth though.” Confident in her niece, the women opened the bathroom door causing a big poof of fresh air to enter from the hallway, then left.
“Oooh…” Scootaloo moaned, very slowly standing up from the tub holding her diaper’s elastic waist as she did so. Below her, she watched as entire ounces of clear water seeped out of her waterlogged nappy, poured down her theighs, and dripped onto the prosocline tub below with a series of hollow splashing noises.
Looking over at a nearby mirror taking a moment to check her image. She staired at her stringy wet magenta hair, her rainbow-colored binky, her pale unshapely body, then finally down to the diaper that sagged half way to her knees. She took a deep breath and sighed, letting go of the diaper and letting it land in the tub with a loud’ thud’ sound.
She grabbed the nearby towel and wrapped it around her tummy. “Well.” She muttered to herself as she craned her leg over the side of the metal tub and stepped her foot onto the absorbent crème coloured bathroom matt, “Atleast my feet are still attractive.”
Her feet firmly on the house floor again, she adjusted the white towel around her tummy tighter around and adjusted the other one over her shoulders like a clocke. Picking up her neaby toothbrush, she pushed some paste on it and began scrubbing away at her stainless, but slightly crooked white teeth. Regardless, she brushed them for a good minute or two before leaving.
Walking down the hallway and towards her nursery, Scootaloo looked from side to side realizing just how paculair things around the house really were. The mix of classical era paints and wall plants- in a hall way with little to no sunlight non the less, was a little off putting. Especially considering how lively and modern everything else looked. It was strange, but she never noticed all the décor around the house when she was acting like a baby with her aunt. It was also remarkably cooler than she remembered, although that might have just been the A.C.
With just a handle full of steps, the child found herself in front of her selfstanding in front of her cracked-open white sticker plastered bedroom door. Just like the hallway, she’d never really taken a moment to appreciate all the little stickers. Rockets, ballerinas, letters, numbers, princesses, dinosaurs, and a plethora of all other subjects all colourfully accenting what was an otherwise bland white door.
Using her little palm, she pushed forward to reveal her aunt standing in front of a rather elaborate set up. One of her newfangled purple coloured plastic chairs was in front of the mirror, sitting on top of a bed sheet she’d never seen before.
“Ooh, Scootaloo. Come over her and leave on the towels. I wanted to cut your bangs a little, remember?” She said, rather expertly holding a spray bottle and pair thin metal scissors in her hand.
Scootaloo lightly paced over to her aunt, rolling her eyes. “You know, I wouldn’t have minded getting dressed in something first. Or at least putting on pants.” She said, politely taking a seat. She smirked a little, uncomfortable without her diaper cushioning her backside.
Fluttershy grabbed her niece’s towel and re-draped it around her shoulders in a way that covered her more fully. “Ooh, I would Scoots. But, this way we avoid any hairs getting all over your footies.” She said, looking around at her niece’s long stringy locks of hair. Very carefully, she stroked them down so they were at full length to her shoulders.
“I-I guess so.” Scootaloo said, sinking back in her seat. She bundled herself in the blankets a little tighter.
“Ooh, I’m sorry lovey.” Fluttershy cooed, getting on her knees to match up with the her girl’s level. “I promise I’ll make it quick. Trust me, I know how chilly it is in her- especially after just coming out of the bath.” She said, folding a lock of her niece’s hair in between her two fingers and snipping it a little.
Scootaloo smirked a little, a bit uneasy to have her hair cut by someone new. “So, where’d you learn to cut hair anyway? I thought you were a Doctor?” the girl asked, fell a slight tugging on the back of her head as her aunt lifted more of her hair.
“Well…” The women paused, taking more of the hair around the back of the girl’s head and cutting it closer to the nape of her neck. “I don’t have much experience cutting hair.”
The girl’s eyes and expression dropped, uttering a simple, “What?”
The women giggled a little. “But, I do have a little experience cutting children’s hair.” She said, idly picking up more and more of Scootaloo’s hair from other places around her head. “I used to cut Sweetie’s hair a lot, and Apple Blooms, and occasionally some of your cousins hair. You know, when I baby sat. Rarity taught me to do it.” She said, rotating her position around the girl.
“Oh, that makes sense.” Scootaloo nodded.
“Oops.” Fluttershy dropped the lock of hair with a single snip, “Easy Scoots, keep your head still.”
Smirking a little, the young girl blushed. “Heh, sorry.” She uttered, deciding to keep her head still and her mouth shut for the rest of the cut. It took much longer than expected, nearly a whole ten minutes. But patiently, Scootaloo watched as her aunt very slowly took years off her hair cut with every snip. Eventually leaving her with a fairly typical looking bob haircut. Albeit, a bit short for her actual age.
“Ooh, you’ve been such a good girl.” Fluttershy cooed, floofing her niece’s hair around the back, “There’s just one thing left to trim and then we’re done. Close your eyes real quick lovey.”
Being the obedient girl she was, Scootaloo closed her eyes and patiently waited. She saw her already darken vision further turn black then felt a slight ticklish sensation on her forehead which caused her to grimace a little. A few gentle tugs and snips later then she heard her aunt step back.
“Okay Scooty Booty, open your eyes.” She smiled.
Scootaloo opened her eyes, and raised her eyebrows in surprise. To her surprise and somewhat to her delight, her bob cut was fully formed with childishly lengthened bangs and everything.
“Do you like it?” Fluttershy smiled, watching as her niece experimentally combed her tiny hand through her hair; watching as her plentiful and soft straight hair rose and fell into the same position with every attempt to move it.
Smiling wildly, Scootaloo nodded bouncing up and down a little with her hands gently curled around the base of her seat. “Goood!” Fluttershy smiled signaling for her niece to stand up with a gesture of her hand.
Rather ambitiously, Scootaloo stood up from her seat and placed her hands on her sides.
“Alright love. I’m gonna want you to turn around, drop your towels on this old dirty sheet, and wait for your aunty Fluttershy to finish cleaning everything up here. Can you do that?” The aunt asked, politely.
Scootaloo nodded her head.
“Good, now go skedaddle.” Fluttershy encouraged.
Doing as her aunt said, Scootaloo rather gleefully dropped her ‘outfit’ and ran over to the changing table like a good girl.
***
“Annnnd. Finished.” Fluttershy cheered, smiling as she finished taping her niece’s diaper shut.
Scootaloo, who was busy reading the back of the bottle of baby powder was too mused by the unknown ingredients and stuff to pay mind to her aunt’s comments. Curiously she brought the bottle’s spout up to her nose and sniffed it, only realize that her aunt was staring right at her two foot away.
“Heh, does it smell nice lovey?” the aunt giggled, covering her hand with her mouth.
Blushing a little, the child nodded as she set the bottle down on the wooden boarder to her right. “Yeah, I never really used baby powder before. Heh, I couldn’t afford to spend my money willy nilly on baby stuff.”
Picking up the bottle with her right hand, Fluttershy reached forwards and undid the safety strap that held down the area somewhere in between Scootaloo’s belly button and her brassiere with her left hand. “Is that right?” she mused.
“Yeeeeah.” Scootaloo said, looking to the right at her aunt. “You’ve bought the stuff, it’s like $10 a bottle and it’s not like I could ask my mom for it.”
“Well...” Fluttershy panned, switching the bottle to her left hand then poured a plentiful amount into her right hand until she formed a little mound of it. Leaning forward, she poured it on her nieces tummy and giggled.
“Hmm?” Scootaloo questioned, curiously looking down at her tummy as much as she could from the position she was in.
Reaching her hand forward, the aunts started rubbing the powder all around the girl’s tummy like it were sunblock. “Well. I’d say that we could start using more baby powder. And you know how we’ll budget that?”
“Cause you’re like a zillionaire or something?” Scootaloo joked.
Giggling a little, the aunt shook her head. “Heh, no. Cause it’s not like I have to buy you perfume or makeup or anything.” She joked, continuing to use the bottle to lightly powder the girl’s legs and arms.
“Hehe, I gotcha.” Scootaloo smiled, letting her caretaker powder her skin with the babyish smelling substance until every pour on her body was lightly treated with the stuff. She sat up on her diapered tuskis and smiled. “It’s not like I ever wore perfume anyway.”
“Heh, well whether you’re a baby or not. I’m not going to let you go around smelling bad Scootaloo.” Fluttershy said, offering her niece a hand off the table.
Scootaloo grabbed her little hand onto her aunt’s and did a small hop off the thing. Landing rather comfortably on her feet, despite the awkward bulk the diaper that caused her legs to slightly bow. She stood up straight and looked up at her aunt, “I don’t know why, but I never really sweat much- even when I was in PE or riding my scooter for a really long time. I did get kind of red faced though.”
“Hmm.” Fluttershy smiled, continuing to hold her niece’s hand as she walked her over to the wardobe. Popping open it’s light weight wooden doors, she reached inside. “I didn’t really think about it at first, but I wonder if you just lack estrogen or something.” She said, coming back out of dresser empty handed. Looking to her side, she realized the item she was looking for was still in the shopping bag.
Scootaloo raised an eyebrow for just a second and tilted her head to the side. “Huh? What’s uh- estrogen?”
Fluttershy got down on her knees and reached into the bag, pulling out the white owl onesie, with the speckled aqua, pastel pink, and violet spots sprinkled about. Smiling, she turned over to her niece undid the thing’s zipper guard. “Estrogen is the female growth hormone Scootaloo.” She answered unzipping the pj’s zipper all the way from the neck to the owl-designed footie, “Put simply. It helps make you taller and your figure fuller- including more muscular. Likewise it helps develop your digestive and urinary track, and it also help you uh- be more romantically active.”
“Oooh!” Scootaloo said, not particularly interested in any of that stuff. “Is that why I’ve been wetting the bed?” she asked as her aunt held the footie pajamas into the air.
“Here, be a big girl and step into your footies for your aunt.” Fluttershy sweetie encouraged, using her free hand to help tug the fabric up her niece’s legs as she stepped into them. “I’m not a hundred percent sure. But, until I get you covered by my health insurance it’s not going to be easy to get your hormone levels tested without it costing a fortune.” Very calmly, she helped string her niece’s little arms through their respective arm hole.
“Hmm?” Scootaloo questioned, looking down at her little owl covered feet as her aunt grabbed the zipper on the ankle. “Well do you think I have a urine infection thingy?’
Smirking the aunt shook her head looking her niece in the face. “No lovey, if you have a urinary infection peeing would be a lot more painful for you.” She smiled, “But that does beg the question. I could get you hormone pills if you really want.”
“What? No, I like being small!” Scootaloo protested with a perky optimism.
“Heh, well I won’t force you to do anything love.” Fluttershy smiled, looking back down as she grabbed the pj’s zipper again.
Looking down, Scootaloo watched as her aunt’s big hands pulled the zipper slowly up her leg, over her cartoonishly decorated diaper, and then past her very flat chest, until it eventually stopped at the neck. Staring down at her aunt’s busty chest, she heard as the footie pajama’s zipper guard was closed shut with a tiny audible ‘click’ sound.
Standing up at full stature, Fluttershy couldn’t help but beam pridefully as she looked down at her niece. “Ooh, you look so cute in your little footies!” She gushed, taking full note of Scootaloo’s meek stature. Between her new bob cut and the way her pajama’s baggy disguised what little shapeliness she had to her figure; for the first time she truly looked younger than she really was.
Blushing a little, Scootaloo smiled coyly. “I-I do?”
“Mmmhmm!” fluttershy smiled, reaching down with her arms and scooping her niece up by her underarms, supporting the girl’s backside with one hand as she cradled her against her body. Using her free hand, she ran her palm up and down the soft fleece surface that covered her niece’s back, “Ooh, I knew I could get you looking pretty young again, but I didn’t know I’d be this easy.”
“D-do I really look like a baby?” Scootaloo smiled, optimistically.
Fluttershy grinned planting a small smootch on her niece’s head then teased her, “Hehe! No, you don’t look like a baby. But you look younger.”
Scootaloo blushed with a reassured expression her face as she leaned onto her aunt for support. Planting her cheek on Fluttershy’s shoulder she closed her eyes and nuzzled it. “Y-yeah. I don’t wanna be a grown up.”
“That’s alright baby” Fluttershy reassured as she slowly walked the little one out of the nursery, happily cradling the girl in her arms comforting embrace of her arms. “We can worry about all that later.”
“Mmmm.” Scootaloo moaned, rolling her body away from the televisions vibrant bluish glow and onto her back. Staring upwards at her aunt’s chin with a drowsy look on her face, she stretched out her arms and yawned.
Responding to her niece, the aunt looked down at the Scootaloo with a loving curiosity. “Awe, what’s wrong Scooty Booty? Is the movie not entertaining enough?” she questioned, reaching out her hand and gently brushed her long white fingers through the girl’s thick magenta bangs.
“Ahhh.” The little on sounded quietly, closing her mouth and crossing her arms over her tummy. With a somewhat comfortable but glazed expression on her face, she responded. “Heh, I think I hafta potty.”
Slightly relieved by her niece’s silliness, Fluttershy raised a brow. “Oooh, is that all? I thought you were getting tired or bored. I guess that explains why it’s so- uh, stinky in here.” She said resting her palm on her neice’s forehead. Sheepishly she rectified her comment, “Well, not stinky. Just uh- funny.”
Scootaloo rolled her eyes and sat up on her diapered butt, then threw her legs over the front of the couch. She stretched out her arms gracefully, feeling exceptionally warm in the blanket-like snugness of her white fleece footie pajamas. “Mmm, is it just me. Or are footie pajamas like- really toasty.”
“Oh, are they Scootaloo?” The women asked as she watched her niece waddle over to the stroller in the corner of the living room, right by the aquarium. Sitting up straighter on the couch, the women leaned in with a curious posture as she watched her niece wander to a darker section of the living room.
In an attempt to claim some privacy. Scootaloo grabbed the handles of her stroller, held onto them and squatted just enough that her face was half-hidden by the awning.
Rather amused by her niece’s antics, Fluttershy smirked. “Scootaloo, you clever little girl. Is someone making an uh-oh?”
Scootaloo blushed smirking a little as she flexed her core just enough to incite a response. Then- with a slight breath, a wild smile grew across her face as she felt her stomach relax and her backside feel a little muddy. Like the baby she strided to be, she stood up like she did nothing and waddled back over to her aunt with her bemused expression on her face.
“Ooh, I was right!” Fluttershy giggled, a little amused by the sudden appearance of an icky smelling odor in the air, “Scootaloo did make herself stinky pants, didn’t she? Hehe!”
The girl toddled up to the couch and climbed on top of it. “Hehe, mmmhmm!” she nodded, almost proud of her ‘accomplishment’.
“Woah!” Fluttershy exclaimed, turning her head away from her niece for a brief second. “Heh, sorry. I’m not used the smell of uh- poop yet.” She said standing up from her seat. Reaching her arms in the air, the women did a small stretch and yawn.
Scootaloo casually sat down on her dirty backside and looking up at her aunt. “Geez, it’s not like it’s THAT bad.” She defended herself, blushing a tad at her aunt’s comment.
Rolling her eyes, the women continued making her way towards the kitchen. “Heh, if I hurt your feelings Scooty-Booty. But, it’s an uh-oh after all and as someone who’s babysat for years, I can say it won’t get a whole lot better.”
Scootaloo tracked her aunt’s movement with the pan of her neck, then hopped back on her feet. “Wait- why are you going to kitchen?” Scootaloo asked, waddling her way into the room. The soft-rubber like soles of her footie pajamas turning the movement of her feet into almost unnoticeable *thump* sounds.
Fluttershy opened the fridge’s thick aluminum door and peaked her head inside. She grabbed an empty clear bottle in one hand and a gallon of milk in the other. Tilting her head to the side, Fluttershy read the date- finding that the pasteurized milk didn’t expire until 7-19-2017; or week from now. Content, she stood up and let the door gently swing shut.
“Aunty?” Scootaloo said, just a foot behind Fluttershy.
“Eeeek!” Fluttershy sounded, doing a small jump as she tossed the empty bottle into the air.
Puckering her lips, Scootaloo backed up just a little as she watched what she could assume was her bottle- go flying in the air.
Fluttershy smirked a little, turning around at her niece. “Heh, okay so maybe you don’t smell THAT bad.” She said, turning towards the fridge. Bumping the door open for just a second, she reached in and grabbed another plastic bottle.
“Heh, sorry.” The child confessed. Continuing to trail behind her aunt in the kind of bow-legged waddle motion her full pants forced her to make. “I just wanted to see what you were up to. You like- split without saying anything.”
Fluttershy walked over to her granite counter top and set down to the two containers. “Heh, it’s fine lovey. I was just uh- surprised is all.” She said, unscrewing the plain bottle’s pink top, “I just figured I get your baba ready. It’s kind of getting late.”
“What?” Scootaloo asked, crossing her arms. “But, it’s like only ten.”
“Exactly. Babies need at least ten hours of sleep.” The women lied, tilting the milk carton just enough to poor in about 350 ml of fluid. In reality, ten hours of sleep was healthy for a girl Scootaloo’s age. An actual preschooler like Scootaloo was trying to emulate should at least get 12 hours of sleep.
Being the curious girl she was, Scootaloo grabbed onto the counter top’s edges and rested her chin on it, watching as her aunt picked up an aluminum can of sorts. “Wait- what are you putting in my drink?” she questions, as a powder substance was spooned from the can into her bottle.
“It’s kind of a vitamin supplement, Scootaloo.” Fluttershy answered, setting down the wet metal spoon and screwed the pink plastic lid back onto the bottle. Picking the container up, she shook it lightly in her hand turning the once pristine white cow milk into a pink pirouette strawberry-milk hybrid. Looking down at her short niece, she offered her the bottle. “It has vitamin A, vitamin C, vitamin D, vitamin, E, calcium, and fiber.”
Scootaloo reached up and grabbed the bottle with both hands. Curiously, she brought the bottle’s amber nipple up to her lips and gently sucked on it. The minute the milk splashed onto her tounge, the sensation of the yummy strawberry flavor enlightened her taste buds. “Oh wow, that does taste good. I think I like strawberries!”
“Heh, is that right?” Fluttershy questioned, setting the spoon and the bottle that was on the floor in the sink. Picking up the gallon of milk, she walked over to the fridge. “Well, you can have as much as you want. Although if I were you, I wouldn’t save that bottle for the morning. The rule of thumb is that for every hour pasteurized milk is out, it loses a day of refrigeration; so that bottle has about seven hours to be good.”
Scootaloo looked up at her aunt, too busy suckling on her bottle to speak.
Walking back over to the girl, the aunt reached down with her hands and lifted her by the underarms with an audible ‘hmmph’ noise.
Scootaloo looked a little perplexed as she felt herself levitated in the air. Being the little helper she was, she took a break from her bottle and wrapped her arms around Fluttershy’s neck. For a second, she nearly wrapped her legs around Fluttershy’s torso. But the sudden apperence of a hand firmly supporting her backside qued her to stop.
“Ooh wow.” Fluttershy smiled, fairly impressed by the balance of her own snuggle hold, “You’re always much lighter than I think you’ll be.” She complimented, continuing to wrap an arm comfortably around her little one’s back.
Scootaloo smiled, resting her head on Fluttershy’s shoulder. Between the snugness of diaper and t-shirt against her body, the warmth of her fleece footies, and the smell of Fluttershy’s vanilla scented perfume, she practically melted in her aunt’s embrace.
“Hehe, I’d say you’re almost adorable if it weren’t for your soiled diaper.” Fluttershy giggled, planting a small kiss on Scootaloo’s forehead as she carried her. “I guess that’s the same for all babies though.”
Smirking a little, the child couldn’t help but gush a little emotionally. “Heyyy! Am notta baby. Just cause I’m stinky doesn’t mean I’m a little kid.” She smiled, as she was carried down the hall.
Admiring her niece’s resilence, Fluttershy nodded. “Heh, you’re not wrong. I guess you could still be a big girl who has accidents.” She said, using her foot to move Scootaloo’s nursery door open a tad. “Of course, no big kid would still sleep in a crib though.”
Scootaloo pouted a little but still kept a slight smile. “Sooo.” She commented, as if her response were a refutation of sorts.
“Heh, honey. Don’t get fussy right before bed.” Fluttershy cooed, walking the girl over to the crib. Lifting her little one in the air by her underarms, with on swift movement she got Scootaloo up and over the crib’s gate.
Scootaloo instinctively hiked her legs over the bars and then released them like a spring. Very suddenly, her rubber-soled footies made contact with the thinly veiled mattress and the pressure holding her up was removed from under her arms.
“Heh… there.” Fluttershy sounded, relieved to get her niece into the crib without resorting to setting her down and crawl in. “Momma bear has still got it.”
“Hehe, my mattress is so squishy.” Scootaloo smiled, gripping the crib’s bars and doing a small hop. “Where are my blankets and stuff through?”
Fluttershy peered down at the foam mattress, taking note of the liner, the one big pillow, and the sheet; all of which were covered in their own unique hues of purple, pink, and white. However, her eyebrow rose high in the air when she realized something- she didn’t put in her baby’s plushie. “Ooh, no! You’re right! Gimme a second!” She said, scrambling over to the closet.
Scootaloo tilted her head to the side, unable to really do much more than stand and gawk as she watched her aunt’s jeans sway back and forth a little bit in front of the closet. To her dismay, Fluttershy turned around with less than she was expecting.
In one hand, Fluttershy carried a big white bunny and in the other she carried a big white blanket covered in pink stars, multi-colored sparkles, and blue moons. “Ooh, what’s babyhood without your very own stuffy and blanky to keep you warm?” she asked as she walked back over to her little one’s bed.
Pouting a little, the child fell on her dirty backside and brought her cold bottle to her chest, “Wait- what about my comforter, and my sheets, and a second pillow?”
“Honey…” Fluttershy answered, reaching an arm over the crib and gently set down the big white bunny. “You don’t over-stuff a crib Scootaloo- especially during the summer.” She answered, reaching her other arm over the crib and set down the velvet-like throw blanky. “That’s why babies were blanket sleepers dear- so that their sheets don’t roll off of them and or suffocate them.”
Scootaloo, being the complacent girl she was. Grabbed ignored, the big white bunny plushie and laid down hugging it against her chest as she stared up at her aunt. “Well, I guess it’s still comfy in here. But what if I get cold at night?”
Fluttershy smirked a little, looking down at her little one with a sympathetic grin. “Awe, baby. If you get cold, you can bundle yourself in your blanky.” She said, gripping the Scootaloo’s crib rail with her own hands. Lifting a single finger, she flicked the ‘on’ button to a mysterious white button that was hunkered onto the thing. “See this radio looking thing, Scootaloo?”
Curiously, Scootaloo looked up just long enough to gaze at the white contraption. “Well, kinda. It’s a little dark in here.”
“Well, it’s called a baby-monitor’ Fluttershy answered with a little gently grin, “It lets me listen into everything that goes on in this nursery when I’m not in it. I’ve got the other part speaker in my room.”
“That’s kinda creepy. Hehe.” Scootaloo giggled a little, using her left hand to bring her bottle to her lips.
The aunt smiled coyly at her little one’s comment. “Well, Scoots you’re not wrong. But, if you ever need me late in the night you just have to call and I’ll drop everything I’m doing to help you. Alright?”
“Alright.” Scootaloo answered, nodding her head a little.
“Good.” The women smiled, blowing her baby a kiss. “Have a nice night, pumpkin.”
Scootaloo, watched as her aunt paced further and further to the entrance of the room. With a flick of the switch, the room went dark all but for a gentle white flower night light and the ambient light coming in from the hallway through her open door.
Admittedly, she was awful cozy and warm in her footies. Even if her ‘accident’ was starting to make her backside a little cold and clammy, as long as she stayed still it didn’t bother her much. In a slow steady movement, she hugged her stuffy closer and nestled her nose into back of the its head. Her eyes flickered a tiny bit, as she her mind struggled to function.
Lazily, she lifted her head just enough to rest her chin on top of the bunny’s head and brought her bottle up to her lips with her left hand. As she engrossed herself in the taste of her flavorful strawberry milk, her suckling seemed to sink perfectly with the rise and fall of her chest until it became an afterthought. As her eyes slowly drifted close, her hand lost its grasp. And she was left cuddling up to her big stuffed bunny, suckling on her bottle’s rubber nipple like it was a pacifier. Contently snoozing in the warm confines of her blanket sleeper, inside her crib, inside her new home.
***
“Sweetie… wake up. It’s almost nine.” Fluttershy mused, reaching her hand down rubbing her niece’s fleece covered thigh.
“Mmm?” Scootaloo questioned, opening her eyes and yawning. To her surprise, on all sides she was surrounded by a white wooden cage and in her arms, was a gigantic stuffed bunny- about half her size. Looking up, she saw her aunt’s aquamarine eyes glistening in the morning sun.
With an excited grin on her face, Fluttershy grabbed the crib’s gate and undid the two safety latches, lowering it down. “Heh, someone seems like she had a good night’s sleep.”
Scootaloo smiled nodding a little as she sat up. Still fairly relaxed in the warmth of her onesie, she did a small stretch, gripped her hands extra hard and yawned loudly. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she hopped down off the bed and onto her carpeted ground.
Fluttershy walked up to her niece and lifted her up by the underarms. “Come on Scootaloo.” She said, walking her niece to the other side of the room.
“Huh, what’s up?” The child questioned, raising an eyebrow a little. “Where are we going?”
“We’re getting you changed, silly.” Fluttershy smirked a little, as she lifted her niece on top of the changing table’s vinyl changing matt.
Aware of the routine, Scootaloo leaned back resting her head on the changing table’s pillow and spread her legs a little.
Leaning forward a little, Fluttershy undid the footie pajama’s safety strap and unzipped the sleeper from the neck all the way down the right leg. “Heh, sorry I didn’t change you sooner sweetie. I wasn’t planning on sleeping in this late myself.”
Scootaloo shifted her head, looking over at her abandoned white-rabbit plushie. “Why are you sorry, cause you woke me up sooner than usual?”
“Not quite.” Fluttershy said, helping to ‘unlace’ Scootaloo’s arms from their respective sleeves, as well as her feet from her pajama’s footies. “Could you lift your back dear?”
Compliantly, Scootaloo did a half sit up allowing her aunt to tug the pajamas from underneath her back. “Than what are you sorry about?” She asked, wincing a little as her lightly veiled back made contact with the changing table’s cold vinyl.
Casually, Fluttershy wrinkled her nose a little as she undid her the tapes of her niece’s saggy discolored diaper. “Cause, I may have waited too long to change your diaper.” She said, grabbing Scootaloo’s feet and lifting them in the air. “Uh- keep your backside lifted dear.” In a quick manner, she pulled the soiled diaper from underneath her bottom and made quick work to ball it up.
Taking a quick glance at Scootaloo’s backside, she sighed in a relieved manner. “Ooh, good.”
Scootaloo raised an eyebrow, looking in between her legs and at her aunt. “What’s going on?”
Pulling out her wipes, Fluttershy began wiping Scootaloo’s bottom. “It’s nothing dear. I was just worried that you may have gotten a rash or infection. But, I think you’re good.”
"Oh.” The girl said, resting her head back on the pillow. She took a deep breath and folded her arms over her tummy staring up idly at the white speckled ceiling. “Why didn’t you change me last night?” She asked, a little perplexed by her aunt’s decision.
Pulling out the powder, Fluttershy began started diligently pouring it down. “Ooh, no real reason I guess. Honestly, I just wanted you to uh- get used to the feeling.” She said, twisting the baby powder’s cap shut. Ducking down over to the side of the changing table, she popped open the side drawer.
Smiling a little, Scootaloo felt as a new diaper was slid under her backside and crept up to the small of her back. “I’ll be honest, I kind of forgot about it after I went.” She confessed.
“Really? I’ve never worn diapers- but I remember having an accident when I was younger. I thought it was at least noticeable- if not pretty uncomfortable.” Fluttershy said, tapping Scootaloo’s ankle. “Uh- lower your backside dear.”
Following her aunt’s lead. Scootaloo let her legs fall onto the changing table and watched as the front of the diaper was pulled over her waist and the back tapes were wrapped snuggly around the front.
Sitting up on her diapered backside, Scootaloo playfully kicked her feet. “Heh. I mean, when you’ve had bladder issues your whole life it’s kind of different I guess.” She said, looking over at her aunt with a little bit of an earnest smile, “I mean, if anything the diaper makes it practically unnoticeable. Even when I went number two, it became an afterthought I did something else.”
“Heh, maybe I’ve been wearing the wrong kind of underwear all along.” Fluttershy teased her niece, grabbing her bare foot and shaking it.
“Hehe, nooo!” Scootaloo giggled, pushing herself forward on the changing table a little. Hopping off, she landed her jump and looked up at her aunt with a smile. “It’d be awkward if you wore diapers. I mean, especially with when they have cartoons and stuff on them, they do make you look a little goofy.”
Holding back a chuckle, Fluttershy patted her niece’s head. “Heh. Well you’re not wrong Scoots.” She said pacing over to the wardrobe. “Well, unless you wanna keep looking goofy. We outta get you into something a little pretty for the day. How would you feel about a sun suit?”
***
There she stood, four foot tall dawned in her ‘sunsuit’. While the outfit itself was predominantly white, the outter seems, shoulder straps, and the accents were a uniquely dark purple colour, with an orange butterfly in front of the heart for good measure. However, being a sun suit, the nature of the beast put the most emphasis on pompous nature of big backside- dawning it a flurry of purple and orange ruffles.
“Wow.” Scootaloo uttered, looking at her side from the mirror. “And- you want me to go to go get breakfast with you in this?”
“Whaaaat?” Fluttershy questioned, curiously circling the girl with a somewhat proud smile on her face. “A sun suit is appropriate attire for the summer and you look absolutely adorable in it.”
Nervously, Scootaloo rubbed her shoulder. “I dunno. I mean I know I’ve been out in kind of babyish outfits before. But sunsuits are like- really babyish and I kind of look good in it.”
“Exactly.” Fluttershy assured the girl, walking up behind her. She crouched down and ducked her head next to the girl, curiously brushing her fingers through her head. “I mean, as much as I like babying you. I also like to boost your self-confidence dear. If you’re going to spend the rest of your life reliving your diaper-days, you might as well rock it. You know?”
The girl blushed a little but nodded, grinning slightly. “Y-yeah, I guess you’re right. I should embrace my babyhood a little more.”
“That’s the spirit. Now come on. I’ve got your car seat hooked up, your stroller in the back, and a nice little toy for you to play with on your way there.” Fluttershy said, grabbing her niece’s hand and standing up.
A little surprised, Scootaloo took one last glance at herself in the mirror and then found herself tugged the other direction. Smiling, she toddled faster to keep up with her aunt’s pace. “Hehe, wait for me. It’s still kind weird to walk.” She said, still fairly uncoordinated in her cheap orange flip-flops.
“Oh, sorry dear.” Fluttershy apologized being sure to take things extra slow as the duo made their way down the stairs. Making it on the base level of the house, Fluttershy grabbed the stylish gray diaper bag off the coat hook and made her way out of the house.
“Wooah.” Scootaloo smiled, a little taken away by the scenery of the front yard. All around her, the sun shined through the radient green leaves, the blue morning glories that sprung up the sides of the concrete bird baths were in full bloom, and the butterflies and colourful birds that lived in the trees all around her sang.
“Heh, I know right?” Fluttershy answered, continuing to pace down the drive way. “I was going to make you breakfast this morning. But I figure- with as sunny as it was outside, that a little morning drive might be in order.” She said, walking the child up to the backdoor of her car.
Scootaloo smiled, watching as her aunt opened up the car door, revealing that there was infact a car seat ready for her; a stylish black one at that.
Gesturing with hand, Fluttershy smiled. “Go on sweetie, climb in. I’ve got you covered, if you fall.”
Doing as she was told, Scootaloo smiled setting her hand on the car’s build in seat and used it to pull herself up onto the floor mat. Turning herself forward in the car, she rested her hands on the car seat itself and hopped backwards, into the seat.
“Good girl!” Fluttershy exclaimed, clapping her hands proudly. “Now, we just got you strapped it right.” She said, reaching underneath her niece’s bottom. Pulling up the main-safety apparatus, she pulled each other strap over her niece’s chest, forming a nice snug ‘Y’ shape over her body.
Scootaloo sat contently in her seat, curiously glancing as her aunt pulled down a safety-tray over her lap.
A test, Fluttershy experimentally tugged Scootaloo’s seat belt- as well as the safety tray with her hand. “Comfy, love?”
Scootaloo experimental shifted back and forth in her seat a little, then nodded. “Mmmhmm!” She said with a satisfied grin. “Although, where’d that toy you mention go?”
“Ohh, that?” Fluttershy mused, walking to the front end of the car. She set the diaper bag on the driver seat and unzipped the thing, pulling out a still-packaged toy. Grabbing it by the corner, she ripped the coloured paper backing with her hand and dumbed out a decently sized- kind of malleable multi-coloured plastic key ring with rubber keys.
Walking back over to the girl, she held them out. “Tah-dah. Your very first baby toy!”
“Huh?” Scootaloo questioned, puckering her lips a little as she tilted her head to the side.
“Aren’t they great?” Fluttershy asked, with a big excited grin on her face. Balling up her fist, she shook it, “You could rattle them, or bang them against the tray table. And do you feel how the keys are kind of rubbery dear?”
Scootaloo looked down and curiously felt a blue rubber key in between her fingers, then looked back at her aunt with a tiny smile.
“Well you can nom them!” Fluttershy shouted, boasting her arms in the air. Bringing her hands back close to her mouth she pretended to bit them like corn. “Nom nom nom. Just like you would corn- or EVEN big girl food.” She exclaimed.
The child’s grin grew wider as the reality of her present caught up with her. Excitedly, she brought a key up to her mouth and curiously bit it with her mauler.”
“That’s the spirit!” Fluttershy nodded, shutting her niece’s door. Calmly, she strutted up to the front seat and moved the diaper bag over to the passenger side of the car. She shut her own door shut and buckled herself in. Looking at her niece through the rear-view mirror she smiled, “Now, you stay still and enjoy your toy. Your aunty is gonna take you to get some pancakes!”
‘Mmm.” Scootaloo sounded, quietly nomming her colourful rubbery sparkle keys, her mind curiously aimed towards evaluating the various brick textures and cracks in the pavement that surrounded her. Taking a deep breath in and out, she failed to even noticed the growing spots of drool forming on the corner of her lips.
Laying back in her cushy car seat, she couldn’t help but feel strangely light headed as she was driven closer to her destination. She was feeling awful hungry after all.
“Heh, I think next time we might want to head out a teensy bit earlier.” Fluttershy said, curiously peeking her head up as she found the two a spot in the restaurant’s parking lot. “I don’t get hungry very often. So if my tummy is rumbling I can only imagine what a little one like yourself’s feels like. Let alone the fact you- well, you know.”
“Heh, poopied!” Scootaloo giggled, playfully bouncing up and down in her padded seat. Happy to come off as childish as possible.
The aunt nodded her head. “Yes, heh. You certainly did do that.” Fluttershy giggled, using her hand to disengage her car and undo her seat belt. Stepping out of her car, she went to the back seat to tend to her little one. Being the good girl, Scootaloo simply sat back in her car seat and let her aunt fiddle with her safety belt herself.
“Alright, pumpkin. You can climb out now- just be careful.” Fluttershy mused, hunkering herself over the car door’s opening defensively so her little one couldn’t ‘fall out’ by accident.
With one hand still very occupied keeping her teething rings up to her mouth, Scootaloo very slowly got on her knees, turned around to face her high chair, then climbed off backwards.
Fluttershy reached her hand out and grabbed her little one’s one free hand. “Heh, are your chewy rings that nommy- or are you just hungry?” she teased, slumping her niece’s diaper bag over her shoulder as she walked down the asphalt parking lot.
Scootaloo stared blanky for a second as she was tugged along, then a response came to mind. “Heh, both!” She chirped, with a snide smile.
“Hehe, silly girl.” Fluttershy smiled, walking the girl into the front door of the restaurant. “So lovey, what kind of meal do want for lunch? A burger, chicken nuggets, something vegetarian?”
Tilting her head to the side, Scootaloo looked up at the big colorful menu-board that advertised the restaurant’s kid’s meals. “Uh… chicken nuggets… and a coke!” she exclaimed, rather happily.
Fluttershy nodded in confirmation as she approached the granite counter. In front of her stood a perky teenage girl- not much older than Scootaloo- staring at her with a smile. “Hello. Could I have one number six with a coke and a children’s number three with a small coke?”
“Surrrrrre!” The girl mused, staring down at her register and poking it with her finger. “Alrighty- anything else?” She asked, looking back up at Fluttershy.
“No, that fine.” Fluttershy replied, twisted her hip. Unable to get to her purse with Scootaloo’s bag over her should, she it on the counter, unzipped it, and pulled out some loose cash.
The counter girl wrinkled her nose, a little off-taken by the smell of baby powder permeating from the diaper bag. She raised an eyebrow, spotting a diaper’s colourful cartoonish backing and peaked over at the child.
Scootaloo stood, idly leaning against her aunt’s side. She continued to chew at a her sparkly purple ring as she stared back at the counter girl. Despite a fair bit of droll leaking down the side of her mouth, she didn’t seem to emote any more or less.
Fluttershy smiled, patting her little one’s back. Looking up at the cashier, she handed the counter girl the money she owed, “Thank you. Keep the change.”
Passively, the counter girl nodded her head and stood back as she watched Fluttershy tuck her purse back into the bag and drag it and the girl away to a table.
“Heh, you really like your keys don’t you Scoots?” Fluttershy asked, a little amused as she walked over to two nearby trash bins. She picked up a red plastic booster seat.
“Mmmhmm.” Scootaloo moaned, continuing to follow her aunt over to a nearby bench seat. She watched as Fluttershy set down her diaper bag on the right side of the booth, then set down booster on the opposite side. Without a word of warning, she was hoisted into the air and set on the red plastic booster.
Taking a seat herself, Fluttershy rather lazily rested her elbows on her table and held her chin with her two hands. “Heh, keep it up and you’re gonna chew through the thing.” She teased, admiring the way Scootaloo bite at her rings like a puppy with a chew toy, “Gosh- you’re drooling an awful lot you know?”
Scootaloo paused a moment and pulled the rubber toy out of her mouth, then looked down- only to find there was a decent wet spot on the blouse of her sun suit. “Oh, heh. Oopsie.” She blushed.
“Heh, you’re fine dear.” Fluttershy smiled, turning to her side. Digging into her little one’s diaper bag, she pulled a big white bib a pink trim.
Smirking, the child set down her chew toy on the restaurant table and pouted. “Wha? I dunno needa bib. I’m notta messy eater.”
“Oh I know you’re not a messy eater dear.” Fluttershy cooed, leaning forward in her seat. Working diligently with her long nimble fingers, she wrapped the bib’s fabric on the other side of her neck and gently buttoned it closed.
Scootaloo looked down at her chest, a little flustered at image of little colourful chirping birds covering a decent portion of her tummy. “Mmm, I’m too old to be wearing a bib.” She whined, shyly.
Standing up from her seat, Fluttershy rolled her eyes. “Heh, the BIB is too much for you? You’re silly dear.” She said, trailing away.
Looking around the restaurant, the child smirked a little as she saw a whole selection of people scattered about, seemingly occupied with eating their foot in their sterile little environments. Whether it be a bench made of plastic or a wooden formica chair, everyone seemed so busy consuming that they barely lifted their heads.
“Alright sugar. I got our food.” Fluttershy chirped, walking over with all their assorted food on her tray.
Scootaloo patiently waited for her aunty to grab her sister then picked up the red cardboard box with all of her chicken nuggets in it. Curiously, she popped it opened and looked at the breading. Something about the way it glistened with oil seeping from its pours made her feel a little ‘off’.
“Is everything alright pumpkin?” Fluttershy questioned, calmly nomming her chicken sandwich; her crystal like aqua eyes glistening as she stirred concerned.
“Heh, nah.” Scootaloo grinned a little, then took a bite of her chicken nugget. More or less working around the big bib fastened around her neck, she calmly opened a pack of ketchup and used that dip her nuggest in.
Turning her head, she looked out of the big glass windows at the townscape. Nothing was really going on outside. It was just the same red and grey brick structures, sectioned off by sidewalks, with the sight of trees and the over-cast sky looming in the background.
Fluttershy contently chewed her sandwich for just while longer, then picked up her napkin. Leaning over, she carefully wiped the child’s face. “Heh, you had a little bit of ketchup on your cheek… and also some drool.”
The child flashed a sheepish grin at Fluttershy. “I’m not trying to be that messy, t-b-h.” She panned, picking up another chicken nugget. Dipping it in her ketchup, she brought it up to her lips. Swallowing, she reached over with both of her hands and picked up her small coke.
Finishing up her sandwich, Fluttershy leaned back in her seat a little. “Oh boy, I didn’t even think about your drink.”
Scootaloo continued to suckle at the straw, then peaked down at the small cup. Looking back at her aunt, she puckered her eyebrows.
“Coke has caffeine in it love- not much, but some.” The women smiled, parting her long pink hair from her face. Contently, she picked up her own soda took a small sip of it, letting the auburn beverage coat her tongue and run down her throat. “I suppose the energy crash will help you go beddie-bye for your nap though. Maybe we could stop by a park or something on the way back too.”
Smiling a little, Scootaloo nodded her head. “Eek. The part sounds like fun. Although, it’s kinda looking a little cloudy outside.”
“Ooh, is it?” Fluttershy questioned, turning her head to look out of the window. “Well, it sounds like we outta head on way if we wanna get some play time in. Come on Scoots-“ She paused, grabbing the diaper bag and slumping it over her shoulder. “grab your soda and follow me.”
Crawling off her booster seat and bench, the child idly swung her legs over the side and hopped onto her well cushioned trainers. “Woah.” She sounded, stumbling in place before rebalancing herself by grabbing her aunt’s hand. “Ready!”
***
Quietly, the child idly waddled behind her aunt as she was gently tugged by the hand. All around, monstorously high bushy green trees and prickly pines surrounded the nicely paved road that surrounded her. In front of her was her aunt, standing tail with a well-fitting casual yellow spring dress and a stride to her step. Also in the distance, was a very new and slightly bizarrely configured colourful playground and swing set that sat in front of one story brick building.
“Heh, are you excited to go swinging baby?” Fluttershy asked, her wooden flip flops clapping against the hard-concrete pavement as she walked along.
Scootaloo looked up at her aunt with a big grin on her face and nodded. She couldn’t help but feel a little tense. Her sun suit’s flurry of purple and orange ruffles may have covered her tushie well. But the upper halves’ flat white material offered barely any protection from the increasingly cooler breeze; let alone the fact that it bared no sleeves.
Toddling along in the way her concealed diaper made her, the child very cautiously reached her free hand over her other shoulder and rubbed it as she approached the chalky brown wood-chunks that coated the playground’s floor.
“Heh, wow. Looks like we have the playground almost too ourselves.” Fluttershy mused, helping her little one step over the place’s surrounding boarder.
“Hehe, yeah. Except for that guy!” She smiled, pointing at a man in a blue jogging suit who was running the path surrounding them.
Fluttershy nodded. “Now how about you climb up the jungle gym and show me how fast you can go down the slide.” She challenged her little one, walking over to big blue plastic slide. She waited for a second, looking up at the red-metal frame of the contraption for several seconds. Hearing her niece’s sneakers squeak in the distance she readied her hands.
Sure enough, Scootaloo came sliding down fast pace given the situation. Fluttershy gave herself enough to room to grab her niece’s shoulders as she flowed off the hunk of slipper plastic.
Scootaloo, being the off-balance pseudo-toddler she was landed on her feet, but then fell back with a loud ‘woah!’ and the crash of her ruffled butt on the soft wooden chunks below her.
“Heh, are you alright sweetie butt?” Fluttershy asked, gently rubbing her little one’s thinny veiled butt.
Being her pain threshold was a little bit denser than an actual toddler the girl frowned but nodded. “I scrapped my calf.” She confessed, continuing to sit on the piece of earth with arms firmly tucked underneath each other.
“Awe, poor baby.” The aunt cooed, leaning down and giving the girl a little peck on her thick purple head of hair.
“I amma poor baby.” Scootaloo moaned, leaning over on her knees. Using both her hands, she pushed herself up and kept herself propped- albeit uncomfortably- sat her diapered tush on her bare calves.
Fluttershy smirked a bit, going the extra distance to pick her little one up by her bare underarms. “Ooh, poor thing.” She smiled, bringing her little one up against her chest.
Instinctively, the girl wrapped her arms around her aunt’s neck and her legs around her waist, respectively.
Not wanting to slow her little one’s fun, she began pacing over to the ‘younger’ side of the yard’s playsets. “Heh, it’s a really good thing we didn’t take you to the big girl park.” She smiled, looking down at the boo-boo on the side of her niece’s leg. “I mean, if you did that to yourself on a nursery school slide. I’d hate to imagine what’d happen to you if we got you in some real danger.” She teased.
“Heyyy!” Scootaloo fussed, blowing a raspberry at her aunt. “It’s not my fault these diapers are a lie. ‘Feels like real underwear’ my ass.”
Fluttershy held back her urge to giggle, as she carried her little one over to a set of barnyard themed spring-riders. “Heh, one- watch your language dear. ‘Ass’ isn’t really okay for a little one to say. Two- you’re thinking of pullups dear. Three- do you wanna try the moo cow or the bunny?” she asked, gesturing at a section of four individual pieces of play equipment.
Scootaloo shook her head. “Nah, they just give me the creeps.” She said, pointing over at a white-metal swing set. “Can I ride on the swing though?”
“Well of course lovey.” The aunt replied, changing her direction. Smirking a little, she uncomfortably kicked her foot a little, dislodging a stuck piece of wood.
Patiently, Scootaloo continued to cling onto her aunt. But, a few seconds later she was being carried to the right-side of the swing set; the side with the special need and baby swings. Pouting she whined. “Wait. But, I wanna ride on a big girl swing! It’s like the one big girl thingy I like!”
“Oh hush.” Fluttershy interjected, shutting down her nieces pleads on the spot. “You might be a big girl, but you’re not going to get very high up with those little legs of yours.” She said, continuing to carry her right-ward.
To Scootaloo’s surprise, her aunt actually bypassed the baby swings, instead stopping in front of a rather cumbersome blue-chair looking device.
“Heh, ugh…” Fluttershy grunted, lifting her little one in the air just high enough to comfortably set her in the contraption. Grabbing the safety belt from underneath her child’s diapered backside, she pulled it out and started hooking together the five-point harness.
“Wait-wha?” the child questioned, tilting her head downwards looking at the contraption that was holding her up in the air.
Fluttershy smiled, walking behind the swing and giving it a tinsy push. “Heh, you thought I was gonna plop you down in one of the baby swings, didn’t you?”
Scootaloo looked over at the hanging basic black seats an nodded. “Yeah, what gives?” She asked, a little amazed at sense of weightlessness the swing gave her.
Continuing to idly push the girl, the aunt looked up at the quickly cloudy sky. “Ooh, well for as small as you are- especially for a girl your age- you still definetly aren’t a baby dear.” She smiled, looking back down at her crown of her little girl’s hair. “Of course, that’s not to say I wouldn’t stick you in one if I got the chance. But, unlike the stuff we bought for your nursery, a regular baby swing won’t cut it. Even if we could get you in with a tight squeeze, we’d probably end up with the fire department cutting you out with a pair of bolt cutters. Hehe.”
“Yeah I guesss!” Scootaloo dead panned, tilting her head back to look at the sky. “I still don’t think I should have ended up with the special swing though.” She said, gazing up at the sky. The clouds were dense enough that she didn’t even have to shutter her eyes. She crossed her arms over her tummy, feeling a little cold in her seat.
“Heh, well you are a special girl with special needs dear.” Fluttershy teased, continuing to idly push her child. “Of course, that’s perfectly alright though. It’s healthy for you to move at your own pace.”
Rolling her eyes, Scootaloo loosened her posture as she sat back in her seat. She remained quiet, contemplating her aunt’s words as she held her tummy. Sure, it might have been cold, but as long as she kept still she felt warm. She rested her head on her shoulder and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation the flight like sensation.
“Heh, ooh you’re such a cute girl…” Fluttershy cooed, noticing her little one’s eyes flutter open and close like she was struggling to stay awake. Noticing that the swing was heading back her direction, she gently brought it halt with her hand, deciding to take control of its movements with her own hand. “Just listen to the wispy wind and feel the sunshine on your cheeks.” She continued to whisper.
Loosing notability of her surroundings, Scootaloo passed out.
In what seemed like mere flickers of time, the girl found herself idly clung up to her aunt, then she was a little futher along with the sky darker and her surroundings drenched in rain, then much much later she found herself especially cold sitting tilted back in her car seat.
“Huh?” She questioned, balling up her fist and rubbing her eyes.
“Ooh baby, you finally woke up.” Fluttershy smirked, too focused on the rode in front of her to switch focus to her back seat. All around her, the formerly idle clouds in the sky had burst and she found herself and her baby surrounded by the cold pitter-patter of wet summer afternoon. “You just a little dizzy spell, no biggy.” She added causally.
Scootaloo took a deep breath, but smirked a little at a rather unbearable smell that seemed to surround her. Looking down at her crouch, her heart practically skipped a beat. While her sun suit did a good job obscuring any visual conformation, the odor was more than enough to confirm her fears. She pooped herself. “Mnnnnn.” She whined loudly, tearing up as her mind began to consume itself in patronizing thoughts.
Fluttershy, being the studious driver she was, ignored the moaning for a hot minute as she continued to swarve about the twisty backwoods roads. Coming to a stop sign a short distance from her house, she quickly turned around and grabbed a nearby pacifier off the seat next to her niece.
“Ooh, don’t be scared love.” Fluttershy coddled the girl, sticking the white pacifier’s nipple into her mouth. Glazing the rubber with her tongue, she wiped the spit off on her blouse and offered it to the girl, “Here you go, here’s your binky. Don’t worry Scootaloo. I know the storm is scary, but there’s nothing that Mommashy can’t handle.”
The child quieted her sobbing and looked down at the beacon of babyhood that was a pacifier. Reluctantly, she picked it up by its ring and stuck it in her mouth, then leaned back into the cozy cushions of her car seat.
A loud crack of thunder roared through the sky, which left Fluttershy with a nervous smirk on her face. Turning back to face the road she straightened her posture as she turned onto the road home. “Don’t worry pumpkin, we’ll be safe inside soon.”
Scootaloo took a little deep breath, but sucked it up by the time she and her caretaker found their way back to the house. Taking a passive role in the situation, Scootaloo simply continued to sulk in her uncomfortably messy sea as she watched the car turn into her aunt’s driveway and come to a complete stop.
Disengaging the keyes from the car, Fluttershy put her gear in break then hopped out of the car.
Scootaloo idly looked down at the harness that graced her chest. She reached down and began fiddling with safety mechanism, in an attempt to speed the process up for her aunt and herself.
“Ooh, Scootaloo.” Fluttershy cooed, a little panicked over her little one’s fit. Genuinely believing the girl was upset over the thunderstorm she reached in with her big white hands. “Ooh, let aunt Fluttershy get that for you.”
Flinching a little, the child held her hands right up to her chest as her aunt dealt with her seat’s safety harness. Suprisingly, she was yanked right up from her car seat and into her aunt’s wet rain covered embrace.
“Don’t worry baby…” Fluttershy cooed, slowly pushing the car door shut. “there’s nothing to fear about a little rain and thunder. Your aunty Fluttershy will keep you warm and safe.” She sheepishly reassured the child, taking quick unorthodox steps to her cottage’s front door.
Scootaloo meanwhile, buried her face in her aunt’s shoulder, a little impatient with the sensation of raindrops wetting down her hair, skin, and the fabric of her sun suit. Taking a deep breath, the child clung to her aunt to keep herself from moaning in frustration. She was annoyed. She needed a change AND she was wet.
Thankfully, with her Aunt’s agility, the two made it to the door with relative ease. Sure, Fluttershy accidentally left her niece’s diaper bag in the car. But, with how rainy it was, it wasn’t like they’d need it soon anyway.
Shutting the front door behind her, the anxious aunt twisted her fingers locking the door shut behind her. “There.” She smirked, collapsing her wet umbrella and tossing it aside with her little one’s diaper bag.
Scootaloo, who was just happy to be off her messy behind crossed her arms as she stared at Fluttershy. “Oh, you didn’t have to get my diaper bag. It’s not like we don’t have plenty of stuff in my room.”
“That’s easy for you to say.” Fluttershy smiled, bending over and unzipping the thing. Reaching inside, she pulled out her cellphone and tucked it into her back pocket. “I’ve gotta make sure our house has a phone.”
“Oooh…” Scootaloo slowly panned, nodding her head a little. With a hint of optimism in her voice she smiled and pointed to the stairs, “Say, can I get changed?”
A devious smirk crawled across Fluttershy face as she stepped closer to her little girl. “Changed?” she questioned, reaching hands down and grabbing Scootaloo by the underarms, “Ooh, you must mean you need changies. Can my big Scooty Booty tell her aunty she made an uh-oh?”
Slumping a little bit in Fluttershy’s arms, the child rolled her eyes watching as she was hoisted up in the air. “Ugh. I made an uh-oh.” She muttered.
“Hehe, good baby.” The caretaker complimented, continuing to carry Scootaloo up the stairs and down the hall.
Scootaloo on the other hand kept a bemused grin on her face. She liked the treatment and enjoyed not having to walk with a load in her diaper. But that still didn’t change the fact that she still had a load in her diaper.
“Alright sweetie…” Fluttershy stretched her words as she walked through Scootaloo’s fluffy white nursery carpet. After a short while she made her way in front of changing table with a big smile on her face. “Now, I know this is gonna be a little uncomfortable. But your aunty just needs a moment to get that stuff off of you before she can change you. Can you be a big helper and cooperate with me?”
Scootaloo tilted her head to the side, as she listened to her aunt’s words. As soon as the phrase ‘Can you be a big helper…’ crossed her mind, her expression lit up happily and she nodded her head with an affirmative “Yeah!”
“Good girl!” Fluttershy complimented again, gently sitting her child on the changing table and helping her lay back. Reaching her hand nearby the table’s pillow and switched on her niece’s glittery star-studded mobile.
“Oooh, pretty!” Scootaloo exclaimed, fascinated by the way the objects hovering over her twinkled and swirled with their lively sparkles and rainbow-like colours. Subconsciously, she bit the side of her hand as she spread her legs.
Satisfied with Scootaloo’s reaction, the women leaned over the girl and undid her sun-suit’s orange and purple shoulder straps. She tugged the fabric down her chest and tummy. Then in the gentlest manner possible, she lifted each of the girl’s scrawny pail legs and pulled the one piece up and over her calves and feet.
“Ooh no wonder you were so cranky…” Fluttershy chuckled at the sight of her girl’s dirty diaper, “It looks like your diadee had a little blowout.”
Scootaloo, still much consumed with the glimmer of her stars ignored her aunt’s teasing. Rather than responding, she brought her thumb up to her mouth and began lightly biting it.
Fluttershy smirked a little at the sight as she tossed her niece’s dirty sun-suit aside. “Ooh, you’re no fun.” She said, reaching her hands forward and undoing the tapes of Scootaloo’s pampers.
The process had become so second nature to the make-believe mommy that even with the ‘extra’ mess involved in the accident. It still took less than a minute for her to undo Scootaloo’s diaper, ball it up, wipe and powder her, and get a fresh new diaper wrapped around her waist.
“Alright sweetie.” She smiled, patting the diaper’s cartoonishly decorated frontside with her hand, “You can sit up now.”
“Wha?” Scootaloo reacted, a little dazed by her aunt’s words as her sights were taken off of the shiny star mobile.
Smiling warmly, Fluttershy reached a hand and turned off the mobile. “I mean, unless you wanna take your nap on the changing table, you need to sit up.”
“Whaaaaat?’ Scootaloo whined, sitting up on her diapered tushie. “But I already took a nap today! That’s unfair.”
“Heh, you did not take a nap.” Fluttershy argued, turning her head to the side as her phone vibrated a little bit. Reaching her left hand down, she reached into her pocket and squeezed the volume button to mute the thing.
Scootaloo hopped down from her seat on the changing table and onto the nursery’s plush white carpet. Digging her little toes into the fabric, she placed her hands on her hips and looked up at her aunt with a little annoyed expression. “But, I already fell asleep once today!”
Fluttershy turned her back to the girl and rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. “You fell asleep for like fifteen minutes. Kids your age need at least an hour of nap time to get them through the day.” She replied, walking towards the nursery door “Now come on. Do you wanna take a nap in my room or on the couch?”
Toddling forward a little, the child tugged down her white cami. “Hmmph, I guess your room. Your bed is a lot comfier than the couch.”
“Heh, good choice.” Fluttershy smiled, leaving it up to her little one to follower her. Wondering down the hallway to her room she pulled out her phone and gandered downed at it. Sliding her finger to the right, her screen unlocked and a text message popped up.
Grandma Jess: Have you seen Margret anywhere? There’s been a BLO filed by the city and the police say there was a note saying you had Scootaloo in your custody. Do you know anything about what’s going on.
Fluttershy squinted her eyes a little at the black text on her screen and took a deep breath. Turning a corner into her room she replied to the comment.
Fluttershy: Unfortunately, not. Margret blew up at Scootaloo about two or three days ago and I think she blocked my number. Sorry about your missing daughter. Good luck.
A little disinterested in her in-law’s concerns, she blacked out her screen and set it on her bed stand. She knew Margret was one to go on emotional binges. Scootaloo’s cellphone was disabled after all, so she probably was just skipping town.
Scootaloo squeaked, tripping over a little as she came through the doorway. Waddling over to the bed, she laid her hands on the poofy white bedding and pushed herself up, arching one knee on top of the mattress, then the other one. Passively, she flopped face first into the bed’s comforter.
“Hehe, how am I supposed to fit in the bed with you weighing down all the blankies?” Fluttershy smiled, undoing the belt that accessorized her sundress. Turning her back to the bed, she smiled, “Would you be a big helper and undo your aunty’s zipper?”
Scootaloo took a deep breath, then pushed herself up on her knees. Crawling over to her aunt and tugging down her zipper, she couldn’t help but gaze awkwardly at her nearly bare back.
“Thanks, sweetie.” Fluttershy smiled, pulling her arms out from under the dress’s straps and letting the outfit fall from her shoulders all the way down to her ankles. Kicking it off her body, she walked over to the closet.
Scootaloo stared a little amazed by her aunt’s admittedly curvy figure. “Woooah, Fluttershy. How do you look that good?”
“How do I look this good?” Fluttershy blushed a little at the comment as she dug into her closet. Looking behind herself at her admittedly nice backside, she pulled out a pair of blue running shorts. “Well, I’m nothing special dear. I just diet right and don’t get hung up on being too skinny.”
“What?” Scootaloo asked, tilting her head to the side. “But you’ve got such a nice figure. Like, your butt looks cute your undies!” She exclaimed an innocently oblivious manner.
“Woah, don’t get a crush on me now.” The women smiled, stepping into her shorts and tucking them up and over her perky backside. Picking up a basic white t-shirt with some generic blue beach design, she threw it over her shoulders. “I think I’ve told you before, but I made sure to stay in shape so it was easier to take care of the kids I looked after.” She paused, sticking her head out of the top and lacing her hands through each of their assorted arm holes, “When you have a job that requires a lot of people-sitting, it’s always handy to be able to uh ‘handle’ people.”
Scootaloo smiled, laying back correctly in the bed this time, still a little fascinated by her caretaker’s physique.
“Trust me Scootaloo. I’m nothing special. I just treat my body right and was fortunate enough to have boobs the right size for my body. It’s really no biggie.” The aunt said, crawling underneath the covers herself.
“Huh, are you gonna take a nap too?” Scootaloo questioned, turning over on her side to face her caretaker. Her body subtly sinking in the plush mattress that she laid atop.
Shrugging her shoulders, Fluttershy leaned back one arm behind her head. “I dunno if I’ll fall asleep, but I figure it’s a good way of keeping my eye on you while I read my book.”
Scootaloo nodded, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes as she let her head fully sink in her aunt’s cool puffy pillows.
Smiling warmly at the girl, Fluttershy grabbed her comforter and tugged a little in her niece’s direction to cover her up a little more. “Heh, good night lovey. I’ll wake you up in an hour or so, alright?”
“Okay.” The girl yawned, hugging herself with her skinny arms to preserve as much warmth as possible. Between the room’s angelic rose aroma and the over-active AC keeping a steady white noise, it took only a minute or two for her to fall into a state of slumber.
“Good baby...” Fluttershy cooed, taking a brief glance at her little one before reverting her attention back to her novel. Reaching her free hand over, she gently brushed her hand through her little one’s purple lockes as she rested.
***
“Scootaloo. Wake up dear, nap time is over.” Fluttershy cooed, sitting up straight. Grabbing the heavy white comforter, she gently pulled it forward to expose her little one to the very air-conditioned air.
“Uhhhgh.” Scootaloo moaned, rolling onto her loosely veiled tummy. Yawning loudly, she stuck her diapered tushie into the air, stretched her arms out, and accidently rested in her in a somewhat drool covered pillow.
Fluttershy held her hand up to her mouth, resisting the urge to snicker at the sight. “Heh, I never knew you were a part doggy, Scoots.”
“Mmm…” the child quietly whined, letting her whole body plummet back onto her pillow with an audible ‘thud’ noise, accompanied by a long yawn.
Amused by the sight in front of her, Fluttershy couldn’t help but notice her little one’s saggy diaper drooping off her butt. Lending out her helpful hand, she gently tugged the elastic of her little one’s soggy pampers up and over the girl’s pale backside. “Heh, ooh you special silly little lady.”
Scootaloo continued taking quiet as she rested her chin on her pillow, her long and somewhat messy purple bangs covering her face. Angling her lower lip, she blew out heavily to part her hair a little.
“Heh, come on Scootaloo. We need to get you dressed.” Fluttershy encouraged, reaching her hand over and rubbing the girl’s back.
“Ugh.” Scootaloo grunted, finally conceding to her aunt’s request. Pushing herself up with her hands, she got on her knees and crawled off the bed. Hopping onto the carpeted ground, the girl tugged the elastic of her diaper with her hands and began toddling out of the room.
Fluttershy on the other hand, kept a far more graceful compositor as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up proud and tall. Stretching her arms out a little, she kept a close eye on her niece as she followed behind her; amused by the sway Scootaloo’s saggy diaper as she walked.
“Wha? What’s so funny?” Scootaloo asked, stumbling down the hallway and into the nursery. Her steps still unbalanced, she waddled her way over to the changing table and used one of its four post for support.
“Heh, nothing…” Fluttershy paused, walking over to the changing table to give her little one a helping hand. Taking a deep breath, Fluttershy got on one knee and began unfastening the tapes of her little one’s diaper.
Scootaloo meanwhile puckered her lips as she looked down at her waist. “Wait, do you want me to get up on the changing table?”
Fluttershy shook her head slightly, as she undid her little one’s disposable undies. “No no, I’m fine getting you out of your diaper this way.” She answered, untapping the other side of Scootaloo’s Pampers and balling it up. Setting it aside, she pointed towards one of the shelves of the changing table. “Alright Scoots, can you be a super big girl and grab the wipes for your aunty?”
Smiling, the girl nodded her head then turned around. With both her hands open, she grabbed the plastic turquois box and then turned back to face her aunt.
“Alright…” Fluttershy mused, taking little to no time in cleaning off her little one’s tush. Grabbing the most nearby pack of diapers, she yanked out what appeared to be a pair of pullups. “I think you’re ready for your big girl pants.”
Still feeling rather passive about her wardrobe, Scootaloo put up no fuss as her aunt yanked a pair of pink-pampers out of their plastic package.
“I know these are a little different from your regular diapers, but it’s just a slight style difference!” Fluttershy smiled, opening up the leg holes of the pull-ups with her hands.
Scootaloo curiously stepped one foot into the right hole, and then her left foot into the other one.
Watching attentively as her little one stepped into her pseudo big-girl undies she encouraged her. “Alright Scootaloo, can someone say ‘uppy!’ like a big girl?”
The girl subconsciously grinned and nodded her head. “Uppy, uppy.” She yawned, passively.
“Wooooah!” Fluttershy cheered, pulling the pink-pampers up and over her little one’s bare backside. “There you go, that’s my big girl!”
“Hehe.” Scootaloo giggled, curiously looking at the front of garishly feminine looking pink pull-ups, then behind her back at her tushie. “What’s the occasion?”
Fluttershy smiled, standing back up on her feet. “What’s the occasion?” the woman asked looking down at her little one. “Well, I thought I’d let you pick your own outfit out today and I didn’t want experiencing any difficultly.” She answered, directing her hand over at her little one’s dresser, “Pull-ups are just a little less cumbersome around the bottom and are just slightly less intrusive on the waist. Uh- well that and I had an extra pack laying around. If you end up not liking them, we’ll just go back to your regular baby looking diapers.”
“Heh…” Scootaloo smiled, grabbing the elastic leg guard of her big girl pants and tugging it so it didn’t chafe.“T-thank you.”. Walking forward, she couldn’t help but feel slightly liberated wearing her new undies. She knew Pull-Ups were just glorified diapers with a pink or blue design, but they were so much lighter and much less bulky than her regualr Pampers; almost like real underwear.
Approaching her dresser, the girl couldn’t help but let her mouth go agape as she opened it’s wooden doors. “Oooh!” she sounded, reaching a hand out and batting the various colourful fabrics that made up her wardrobe. “Wait- Fluttershy, I have a question?”
“Huh?” The woman questioned, directing her attention over to the wooden wardrobe. “Ooh, what is it dear? Did you need help get something off its hanger?” she asked, stepping forward quietly.
“No. I was wondering if you maybe had something pretty- like a princess dress!” Scootaloo exclaimed, with a big smile grown across her face.
Fluttershy pondered the thought, licking the inside of her cheek with her tongue. “Ooh gosh, I don’t actually know.” She said, trying to her best not to diminish her little one’s fun. “I could get you a princess dress later if you want! I’m sorry Scoots.”
Scootaloo’s expression dropped a little. “Ooh. Pooh.” She looked up with a puzzled look on her face, “Do you have like- any other types of dress?”
“I do!” The women exclaimed immediately, trying her best not to let down her little one’s hopes too much. “It may not be a ‘princess’ dress per say. But I could throw together a really cute sundress if you’d like.
“Sure!” The girl replied, doing a small hop. Stepping aside for a moment, Scootaloo eagerly watched as her aunt pulled out various pieces of a bigger outfit puzzle.
When it came time to get dressed up. Scootaloo stepped her feet into a fairly weighty pair of white ruffle bottom tights- and with the help of Fluttershy- helped tug them up and over her backside. Then- also with the help of Fluttershy- crawled into baby blue flower girl dress that was decorated in a white-rose design.
“There you go…” Fluttershy grinned in a satisfied manner as she zipped the dress closed “That’s kinda like a princess dress.”
“Wait, this isn’t a princess dress?” Scootaloo pondered, grabbing her skirt and fluttering it a little with the twist of her hands. “So like, why is the dress part of this thing so thick? It’s got a bunch of layers like a princess dress, plus it’s like- super pretty.”
“Heh.” Fluttershy snickered as she closed the dresser’s cabinet. “Um, how do I explain this. Obviously that dress has a lot layers around the bottom, right?
Scootaloo looked down at the skirt she was holding, then back up at her aunt in a kind of perplexed manner.
Fluttershy nodded, “Yes. Yes the skirt does have a lot of layers. Basically, there a lot of different types of dresses Scootaloo and dresses like yours- which is actually a Sunday dress- has what’s called a ‘petti-coat’ sawn underneath the waist.”
Her mouth opening a little, Scootaloo started to share a grin similar to her aunt’s. “Ooh, so that’s the big poofy thing underneath dresses.” Lifting up a bit of the skirt and letting it flutter back down again. “Okay, that makes sense!”
“Mmmhmm.” Fluttershy nodded again. Eager to do something with her well rested girl, she popped the question. “So, with a dress as elegant as yours, what did you wanna do? Get a makeover? Have a little t-party? Makeover your dolls?”
“I wanna watch T.V!” Scootaloo answered, throwing her arms up in the air eagerly.
“Oh.” The women sounded in a slightly dejected tone. “Well, I guess you do have a pretty nice T.V.” Fluttershy said, wondering over to her little one’s crib bedstand and picking up the remote. Running her finger up and down the power button she looked over at her girl. “I guess can relax a little more with all that’s been going on.”
Getting on her knees, Scootaloo crawled across her nursery’s carpeted ground and over to aunt. Reaching up with her tiny hands, she grabbed the side of the couch and manually scuttled her way ontop.
Grabbing the remote from off couch seat, the women turned around and hit the power. “Oh, looks like we have to turn up the volume…” She said non-chalantly taking a seat and peering up at the thing. “Hmm, I wonder if they’re still making new episodes of Blues Clues?”
“Blehhhh.” Scootaloo moaned, turning onto her back and laying her head down in Fluttershy’s lap. Gazing up at her aunt’s chin, she flashed a lil smile.
“Bleh?” Fluttershy questioned, breaking her gaze from the T.V and looking down at her niece. “Is everything alright? I didn’t think Diego was the kind of cartoon to make you sick.”
Scootaloo rolled her eyes and flung her arms backwards. “It’s not THAT. I’m just little tired is all.” She answered, continuing to slump on her aunt’s lap.
Reaching forward, Fluttershy experimentally gittered her fingers over her niece’s tummy. “TICKLE MONSTER!” She called out, running her hands up and down the girl’s flat tummy.
“Eh-hehehehe!” Scootaloo burst out into a fit of laughter as the slight taps and jabs to her tummy and rib cage sent her into a fit of contortions and shakes. “Hehe, staaaph-hehehe!”
“Stop?” Fluttershy giggled, continued to run her hands up and down the girl’s tummy. “Like stop what?”
Rolling onto her side, the child kicked her legs a little and continued to squirm around. “Stop de tickling-hehehe!”
“Oooh!” Fluttershy giggled, gently raising her hands from her little one’s sides. Resting them to both her sides on the couch she nodded, “THAT makes sense. See how helpful it is to articulate your sentences, baby?”
“Hehe.” Scootaloo continued to lightly giggle as she rolled back onto her back. Looking up at her aunt with a jovial smile on her face she smirked a little. “Hehe, I don’t even know what ‘art-iculate’ means”
Fluttershy smiled, reaching her hand over and running her long fingers through her niece’s prim straight cut bangs. “Articulating is explaining things in an easy to understand manner uh- Scootaloo.” Gently, she curled the girl’s hair around her pointer finger.
The child nodded affirmatively as she continued to comfortably sink into her aunt’s lap. “Heh, I know. But I’m too little to know a big girl word like that.” She smiled, lifting her hand up to her mouth and nomming it.
“Heh, well you’re not that little Scootaloo.” The women smiled, gently brushing the girl’s silk covered tummy with her big hand. “You did get awful good English grades after all.”
Rolling her eyes, a little Scootaloo continued to idly look up at her aunt’s chin. “Pleease, just because I’m good with words doesn’t mean I’m some kinda English major.” She smiled, wincing a little as the stray strand of hair her aunt was playing with fell down on her face.
“Huh, well you’re not wrong.” Fluttershy smiled, tapping the girl’s pale white forehead. “But could you please sit up please? My legs are starting to fall asleep.”
Scootaloo puckered her eyebrows a tad, then late her mouth go agape. “Oooh, sorry!” She conceded, getting on her knees and crawling to the opened space on the puffy white loveseat couch.
Standing up herself. Fluttershy took a good a few seconds to stretch her arms over her head and flex her pelvis forward a little. Receding back into her regular standing posture, she fanned her mouth with her open hand. “Oooh, oh dear.” She quietly moaned.
Gazing across the ornately cushy white carpet and at one of the clear glass windows that mounted the sugary blue wall, the women couldn’t help but grimace slightly as she watched wave after wave of the rain water crash against the side of the house. Tapping her foot, a little she gazed down at her niece, only to discover that Scootaloo was still seemingly engrossed by her Nick Jr. show.
The smile on her face warmed up a little as she questioned the girl “Say, are you hungry for a snack Scooty Booty?”
“Huh?” Scootaloo nommed her hand a little, as she gawked up at her aunt with a slightly amused expression. “Ooh, a snack? Can I have a cookie?”
Fluttershy scratched her thick pink hair and tilted her head back and forth a little. “Hmm. I dunno if a cookie is the best choice.” She tried to negotiate a little as she walked towards the doorway, “I mean, I don’t want to risk ruining your pretty dress after all.”
Crossing her arms, Scootaloo sat on her rump and sank backwards into the couch a little. “Wha? No I won’t.” she quietly whined.
“Ooh, I dunno about that Scootaloo. How about a nice apple, or banana? You like bananas right?” She asked, grabbing the door frame slightly as she looked back at her girl.
Continuing to huff, Scootaloo crossed her arms, spread her legs a little, and shook her head. “I wann cookies!” she slurred, throwing her head on the couch’s back pillow.
Smirking a little, Fluttershy took a small breath and hugged the door frame impatiently. “Scootaloo. If I give you a cookie, you’re gonna get crumbs and chocolate all over your pretty blue dress. Besides, it’s not healthy to have cookies all the time.”
“Well, I change my mind about this dress. I don’t wanna wear it anymore!” Scootaloo pouts, breaking eye contact with her aunt, she began haphazardly reaching for the zipper of her dress.
“Scootaloo, stop! You wanted to wear a dress and you’re gonna wear it. Now do you want an apple or a banana?” Fluttershy offered, watching impatiently as her niece continued reached towards her back zipper with a pathetic stretch.
Grunting a little, Scootaloo’s face went a little red as rapidly tugged down at her dresses silk covered zipper. Far too focused on pulling the metal contraption down to actually listen to the question.
Taking a deep breath, the women a sighed a little as she let go of the wall. Putting her hands on her hips, she slowly paced towards her little one, glaring down at Scootaloo who’d successfully tugged the zipper all the way down her back. “You know Scootaloo, maybe you’re right?”
“I can have a Cookie?” Scootaloo excitedly spouted, her expression lighting up a bit as began undoing her sleeves.
“No, no cookie.” Fluttershy burst the girl’s bubble, “Stand up, now!” she crassly commanded, pointing her finger at the ground right in front of her.
Scootaloo nervously swallowed as she looked up her aunt, the silky blue torso of her Sunday dress falling from her torso onto her lap. “W-wha if I don’t wanna.” She asked, anxiously.
"Then, I’ll make you stand up and you’re going to time out. Get on your feet right now!” Fluttershy dead panned as she continued to point at the cushy white carpet in front of her.
“I-it’s not fair!” Scootaloo whined, hopping off the couch and slumping her shoulders.
Without saying a word, Fluttershy crouched down on her knee and began undoing her little one’s dress, tugging the unzipped blouse along with its skirt, down to Scootaloo’s ankles.
Scootaloo looked down at her feet, lifting each of them one at a time as her aunt tapped them. “W-what are you doing?” she asked, watching as her aunt pulled the sundress off from the floor.
“What am I doing? Scootaloo, you’re acting way too immaturely to be a princess.” The women quietly scolded the girl, standing up with the dress loosely held in her arms.
“Well, what no I’m not.” Scootaloo pouted, tugging the t-shirt over the waist of her ruffed tights. “First you don’t give me a real princess dress, then you tell me I can’t have any cookies! It’s not fair.” She whined, crossing her arms again.
Fluttershy took a deep breath and turned her back to the girl. “That’s no excuse, Scootaloo. You might be playing half your age. But you know full well that you need to listen to adults when they speak to you.”
Annoyed, Scootaloo’s face turned an even darker shade of red as she frowned. “Well- well, I don’t want to be a big girl, or act like a big girl, or anything. But, I’m notta baby! I can handle a cookie!” she yelled, stamping her foot indignantly.
Rolling her eyes, Fluttershy reached forward with her hands and effortlessly lifted Scootaloo by her underarms. “Scootaloo, you could have as many cookies as you want if you were a big kid, but you’re not. Now calm down.” She said, arching the girl over the four-foot-tall crib cage.
“Mmmm!” Scootaloo whined loudly, tears flurrying in her eyes as her cheeks flushed with a temperate warmth. “I’m not actually a baby! I-I’m big I don’t even like diadees!” She cried, as she was dropped feet first inside her bed.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic Scootaloo. You’re just upset over your cookie.” Fluttershy added, before turning her back to the fussy teen. Stepping towards the door way she called out, “I’ll be back when you calm yourself down. Your binky is still in there from last night, I suggest you use it.”
Pacing diligently, Fluttershy kept a confident posture as she strided out the door and down the hall without a single ounce of her attention given to her niece’s babyish pleads.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Scootaloo whined, pathetically clinging to her crib’s cage as she meagerly hopped up and down, her feet sinking into her foam-core mattress with every bounce. She WAS a princess, even if she wasn’t dressed like a princess and she COULD handle a cookie. “Coookie! I wannnna Cooooookie!”
As her strained vocals her teary eyes forced her to stop for a second. Letting go of her crib’s bars and looked at her small feet and plopped her backside on her twin sized mattress’s foamy-surface. Angrily, she reached forward and grabbed the footies of her tights and began violently tugging at them- despite the fact her diapered butt was still planted on top of her tights’ ruffled seat.
*Riiiiiiip*
Suddenly, all her thoughts came to a halt and her sobs went silent. Quietly, she looked down at her feet, realizing the tights were still only half pulled off her bottom and that the fabric that connected the crouch to the inseam was torn. Her face turned paler and her pulse came to a halt.
Taking a deep breath, she shifted her backside left and right, gradually tugging the pair of tight off her butt, down her thighs and legs then effortlessly pull them off her feet. Throwing the white tights to the side, she laid down and crossed her arms. Staring up at her star-studded mobile, she huffed.
Watching as the purple and pink glitter-coated plastic orients dance up and down, with the sway of the decoration’s electric motor, she couldn’t help but finally noticed the ways her tears distorted her sight. “Mmmph.” She idly whined, bringing the palms up to her face and calmly wiped off her eyes.
“Scootaloo, are you okay now?” Fluttershy asked nicely, as she walked into the room. To her surprise, her niece was sprawled about her crib, wearing only her pullups and her cami.
Turning over on her tummy, Scootaloo laid her chin flat on the bed and peaked her eyes up at Fluttershy. Then nodded. “Mmmhmm.”
Crossing her arms, Fluttershy looked down at the torn ruffled tights then back at her niece’s sober expression with her eyebrow raised. The distant pitter patter of the rain getting more and more intense. “And, you tore your tights trying to get them off without my permission, correct?”
Once again, with a somewhat shameful smirk Scootaloo nodded her head. Getting up on her knees, she balanced herself with her arms place on her sides and muttered as she looked up. “Y-yes Fluttershy. I-I’m sorry.”
“Well…” Fluttershy dead panned, looking down at the shiny fiery honey-crisp apple in her right hand as she offered it to her little girl.
Reaching both hands out, Scootaloo grabbed the apple as it came over the crib cage then held it close to her chest.
Smiling coyly, Fluttershy placed both hands on her hips and looked down at her niece’s fragile expression. “Well if you were actually a little kid, you’d be getting spankings or a teaspoon of castor oil. But, because you were a big girl and apologized, I guess I’ll let you off the hook this time.”
Scootaloo continued staring up at her aunt, still a little awestruck by her seemingly happy expression. “y-you’re not mad about my tights?”
“Ooh, that?” Fluttershy smirked a little, undoing the babyproof locks that hung on each side of the crib cage. Lowering it a few feet onto the floor, she shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I’m not exactly happy about that. But it was yours after all. I guess next time you wanna wear, we’ll have to get a pair of bloomers or a onesie sewn in.” She said, offering her hand to the child.
Grabbing her aunt’s hand, Scootaloo hopped out of her bed. Looking up warmly at her aunt, she nommed her apple. Her pearly white teeth sinking into the crisp sweet fruit of the red apple as the corners of her mouth lit up just a little.
*KAH-BOOM*
A loud strike of thunder erupted over head, causing Fluttershy to shoot her head up at the ceiling.
“Eeep!” Scootaloo yelped, dropping the apple out of her right hand and lunging at her aunt’s waist, hugging onto it like her aunt was a magnet.
“Scootaloo.” The women quietly dissented, half empathetically smiling and half frowning at her niece’s cowardice. Grabbing her own blue short’s elastic, she grabbed them on either side of her waist and tugged them back up and over her thick backside again.
Scootaloo fell onto her padded bottom and stared up at her aunt with an innocent nativity to her frown. “Wha? Thunder is scawy!”
Toning down the irritation in her expression, Fluttershy reached her hand down and brushed her little one’s thick purple hair with her hand. “Ooh, you silly little monkey.” She nodded her head, “I understand storms can be scary. But, aunty Fluttershy’s house is tough- tougher than a brick house even, and there aren’t even any trees that could cause us damage.”
“But it’s louuuud!” Scootaloo moaned, crassly falling onto her backside and looking towards her nursery’s window, grimacing as the intensity of the rain’s pitter patter against the window increase.
Reaching down, the aunt picked up the partially eaten apple and leant it out to girl. “Scootaloo. You’ll be fine. But if it makes you feel any better. We could get you in your jammies.”
Taking a small breath, Scootaloo grabbed the apple with both of her hands and crossed her legs. “But, why would I do that?” she asked, curiously taking another bite out of the outfit.
“Cause lovey. Your pajamas will keep you feeling safe and warm.” Fluttershy smiled, walking over to the changing table. “Plus, I figured you might wanna colour or draw with me. Which, is totally not gonna happen if you got your pretty Sunday dress on.” She paused looking down at her niece’s silly lack of a proper outfit. Smirking a little she corrected herself, “Heh. Well, I don’t want you getting ink all over yourself anyhow.”
“Hmm, I guess you’re right.” Scootaloo agreed, laying on her loosely veiled back onto to the plush white carpet of the living room floor. Curiously, she brought the red fruit up to her mouth and nommed it one last time, before setting it down right beside her.
Staring over at the girl, Fluttershy couldn’t help but crack a small at the girl as she watched her sloppily chomp away at the fruit in her mouth “Ooh, Scootaloo.” The women quietly moaned, panning her attention back over at the changing table. Opening up one of its wooden drawers, she pulled out a new diaper.
“Ooh, Scootaloo what?” The child questioned, peering over at her aunt in the inverted way her position laying down let her.
*KAH-BOOM!*
“AHHHHHH!” Scootaloo whined, loudly. Covering her ears with her hands and frowning.
Cringing a little at the intense pitch of her niece’s shriek, Fluttershy couldn’t help but smirk a little as she pulled a new item out of Scootaloo’s wardrobe- that being a baby blue blanket sleeper with a predominately white cloud design.
Walking back over to the girl, Fluttershy got down on her knees and signaled for her little one to listen with a bit of direct eye contact and tap on her ear.
Reluctantly, Scootaloo slowly removed her palms from her ears as she glanced at her caretaker. “W-what?” She questioned, a little stirred by the increasingly erratic noise of rain that seemed to overpower the room’s ambient white noise- including the noise coming from the television. However, before she knew it her aunt’s strong womanly hands grabbed each one of her respective ankles and turned her about 90 degrees.
Manually spreading Scootaloo’s legs apart, Fluttershy continued to stare at Scootaloo right in the eye as she smiled warmly. “Listen pumpkin. I know loud noises are alarming, but there’s no need to panic.” She said, as she began nonchalantly tending to her niece’s undies.
Nodding, the child continued to blush as her body was handled like she was a flimsy over sized doll. Staring up at the ceiling, Scootaloo curiously traced the various swirl’s in the ceiling’s white speckled design. “F-Fluttershy, why aren’t you scared of storms?”
“Why aren’t I scared of storms?” Fluttershy asked, as she tugged off Scootaloo’s slightly soggy pull-up. Wanting to waste no time in-between claps of thunder, the aunt tapped Scootaloo’s hip for her to raise her bare backside. Unfolding the diaper on the fluffly white carpet, she pushed it under her niece’s tuckus and leaned forward on her knees as she folding it up in between her legs. “I mean, it’s a bit like driving – err. Riding a scooter.” She corrected herself.
“W-what do you mean by that?” Scootaloo asked, watching as her brought the two tapes from around the sides of her tummy and taped her diaper snug and shut.
Fluttershy looked down at her handy work and tugged the leg guards a little so they could properly work. “Mmm, what I mean is that after enough exposure and contemplation, living through thunder storms becomes a whole lot less scary. Kinda like using the potty.” She said tapping the front of her niece’s diaper with her pointer finger. Smiling coyly, she looked her little one in the eye and chuckled, “Heh, or in your case- reverse potty training.”
Smiling a little, a loud boom of thunder interrupted her eye contact- but not her expression. Staring in over her at her aunt, the two maintained a similar look.
“Heh, see.” Fluttershy said, breaking her eye contact to track down her niece’s pajamas. Looking to her side, she grabbed the soft baby blue micro fleece sleeper and flashed it at the girl. “I know you’re a brave girl Scootaloo. I could never be in a thunderstorm, AND have my diaper changed without fidgeting around.” She patronized.
Continuing to lock eyes with her aunt’s, her heart melted a little at the comment. Despite sensing the sarcasm, Scootaloo couldn’t help but beam ever more intensely- proudly even because Fluttershy was right; she was a brave girl.
Staring down at the silky and kind of flimsy page of her coloring book, the child ran her crayon’s rose-pink head down the surface; flooding the material’s pours with the bright colored wax. Shifting the rubber soles of her footie pajamas back and forth on the living room’s laminate wood floor, she kept her body at whatever relative distance was most comfortable to view her handiwork.
Fluttershy, who was laid back on the living room couch with her heels resting right next to her niece’s book on the coffee table, glanced over at the girl. “Heh, you really are a good color-er, aren’t you Scooty Booty?”
Smiling coyly at the pet name, the child broke her focus and turned her head to face her aunt. “Uh, I’d like to think so.” She answered, humbly.
“Heh, well I think you’re definitely a great colourer.” The women said, sitting up in her seat. Leaning towards Scootaloo’s direction a little, she draped her arm over the younger girl’s shoulder and hugged her close.
Almost instinctively, Scootaloo dropped her crayon and bent her whole body over, hugging her small arms around her aunt’s tummy.
“Awwe, someone’s a little cuddle bug too!” Fluttershy gushed, leaning in and giving the girl a greater fuller hug. As her hand traced circles on her niece’s micror-rachel covered back, she couldn’t help but feel the peculiar amount of heat permeating from her back. “Oh sweetie, you seem like you’re burning up. You don’t feel sick do you?”
Scootaloo, who had her forehead pressed against her aunt’s chest peaked her head up a little and shook it some. “Mmm, no. But I am admittedly a little toasty in my PJs”
“Ooh.” Fluttershy paused, continuing to run circles on her little one’s back with her right hand. “I guess I should have guessed that with how heavy your PJS are. Although, they are making you feel a little bit better aren’t they.”
Scootaloo thought about it for a second, a little hazy in the comfortable embrace of her aunt. Looking up at the ceiling, she could barely hear the pitter patter of rain.
“Heh, I knew being wrapped in something warm and fuzzy would help.” Fluttershy boasted, gently breaking out of the hug. Keeping on arm on her niece’s near shoulder, she continued to gently brush the soft fabric with her hand. “That being said though, I think if you’re going to keep working as hard as you are on your colouring book. You might need a refreshment.”
“A refreshment?” Scootaloo asked, puckering her lips a little. Her aunt wasn’t wrong, she hadn’t realized how dry her mouth and everything had gotten.
The aunt nodded her head a little. “Mmmhmm. I was thinking I might make you a nice baba and let you relax a little while I figure out what we’re having for dinner.”
“For dinner?” Scootaloo questioned, looking off at the room’s hanging bell clock. She puckered her lips and then looked at her aunt, “Wooah, I didn’t realize it’s been like an hour!”
Fluttershy giggled a little as she stood up from her seat and started making her way to the kitchen. “Well, time really flies by when you’re colouring in poinsettias and daffodils. Of course, I guess it helps that they’re playing a marathon of Spongebob- like they do every day.”
Staring up from a page a little, Scootaloo gazed up at the plasma screen in disbelief, as if she hadn’t been steadily listening to the re-runs ever since she made her way downstairs. Blinking, she brought her balled up fist up to her eyes and gently rubbed them. Her mouth going slightly agape as she let out a little yawn.
“Uh-oh.” Fluttershy giggled, pacing back into the room. With an amused expression on her face, she curiously tossed the frothy plastic bottle in her hand. “Are you sure you can handle this baba. You won’t go beddie bye on me, right?”
“Noooo.” Scootaloo said, pushing her crayons over a little and turning her book page shut. Hunkering her legs close to her chest, she hugged them and rested her chin on her knees. “I’m just a little dazed by how long I’ve been staring at my paper, you know.”
“Ooh I know, getting too focused on anything can get you really wound up in your own mind, you know.” Fluttershy smiled, taking a seat right next to the girl.
Keeping her form, Scootaloo leaned over, resting her head on her aunt’s shoulder. “Mmph. I’ll be honest, I didn’t really think I’d ever find myself invested in a colouring book ever again.”
The aunt opened up her left arm and craned it around her niece’s fleece covered shoulder then ran her palm up and down a little. “Oooh, truest me. I’ve definitely didn’t think I’d be in quite this situation either, but here we are.”
Scootaloo unfolded her legs and grasped onto her aunt’s left arm for support as she leaned over. “What do you mean by that?” she asked, curiously eying the plastic baba her aunt was gripping.
“Ooh, you know.” The women replied, glancing down at her niece’s goofy expression of intrigue. “Obviously, I wasn’t planning on really even having you over for long this summer. But, it’s been a blessing in disguise. It’s fun having a baby around full time who I don’t have to worry about getting into trouble.”
Shifting in her aunt’s arms just a little, the teen girl rested her head on the woman’s shoulder and reached out to grab the baba. “Hmm? What about when I go back to school in the fall? I have been known to stir up trouble at school.” Scootaloo giggled.
Leaning back in the couch a little, the woman took a deep breath. “Oooh, I dunno about that.” She mused, looking over at her niece’s scruffy bob-cut. “I’m not sure if it’s really in our best interest to send you back to school. I mean- well, you know.”:
“Know what?” Scootaloo asked, experimentally rubbing her cheek up and down the soft cotton fabric that covered her aunt’s shoulder.
Breaking her focus on her niece, the aunt glanced up at the television screen, looking at the cartoon’s bright colourful- but somewhat sunny depiction of Bikini Bottom. “Well, I just mean I don’t think you’re going to be quite mature enough to attend school when the opportunity comes.” She said, continuing to stair hazily at the screen, “I mean. You barely behave yourself even on a short leash, you haven’t picked up a clever piece of entertainment in like a week, and you seem to doze off more often now than when you were a little kid. Let alone that fact that you’ve given up on using the bathroom.”
“Huh?” Scootaloo questioned, a little off taken by her aunt’s comment. Curiously, she too stared at the overtly childish entertainment on the screen, too confuzzled with her own thoughts to pay it much mind.
Fluttershy settled her hand and leaned into her niece a little too. “I’m just saying, for your own sake I think it’d be best if you maybe were homeschooled for a little while. I’m not gonna make you, but I think I might you need a mentor, not an educator.” She paused for a little bit, continuing to sink into the couch cushion, “You are already a pretty smart girl after all and I can show you the way around a text book.”
“Hmmm…” Scootaloo sounded, sitting up straight and shaking her shoulders a little. “I-I dunno. I mean it’d be a ltitle weird being out of school.” She looked to her side over at her aunt, “I mean, you’re cool and all. But I do occasionally need to see other people my age. I don’t want to be a big baby ALL the time.”
“Heh, well I don’t know if you can really help it dear.” Fluttershy smiled, breaking her glare of the television to look over at her little one. “You’re going through about five or six diapers a day and I don’t think you’re gonna be able to do that at school unless I sign you up for some kind of special education class. But, that wouldn’t be very fun would it?”
Scootaloo blushed a little as she kicked feet, watching bemused the somewhat airy fabric brushed back and forth around her ankle. “I mean, yeah.” She conceded, then raised an eyebrow, “Wait! Who said I’m gonna be here come autumn?”
Fluttershy smirked a little at her niece’s observation. The aunt stood up from the couch and turned her back on the girl. “Oooh, no reason.” She said, trying to downplay the subject a little, “I just- I got a message earlier today that your mom abandoned her residence and that there was note stating you were with me. That’s all I know for sure.”
A little disappointed, Scootaloo slumped over a little in her lap and shrugged, “Oh, that sucks.”
“Yeah.” Fluttershy agreed, trying to keep the situation from getting too ‘heaver’. Trying to liven up the mood a little, she began to walk over to the kitchen, “Trust me, I wasn’t expecting something like that either. But, I am super happy to have you at my house!” She said vanishing briefly through the kitchen door before reemerging with another icy bottle of milk.
Faintly smiling, Scootaloos pressed her palms against her lap and experimentally ran them up and down her footie pajama’s soft material, caressing the microfleece texture with the natural divits of her fingers. “Thanks, Fluttershy.” She said, reaching up for the bottle being offered to her, “A baba would make me feel a little better.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” She said, offering her little one of the infantile container “You know Auntie Fluttershy will always be here to help and coddle you.” She cooed warmly at the child, “I’ll tell you what. If it makes you feel more at home, Auntie Fluttershy will even schedule a play date for you. How does that sound?”
Scootaloo’s eyes opened wide as she contemplated her aunt’s words. “A friend o-over here?” She mouthed, hopping onto her feet. Gawking up at the women, she threw the baba onto the couch and placed her hands on her hip, “I mean, I dunno about that. I mean I guess we’ve still got a little while until dinner and stuff. But- I mean don’t you think they’d laugh at me?”
Fluttershy giggled a little tilting her head back and forth. “Heh, maybe a lil. But, I’m sure Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle wouldn’t do anything malicious if they found out your little- uh- dilemma.”
“I dunno.” The child said, curiously running right hand down her backside as if to gauge how much her diaper stuck out in her footies. “I mean, I guess I should probably open those two up to this aspect of my life. But, I think Applebloom is gonna be in Manehatten for a month.” She said, watching as her aunt paced over to the tv stand where her gym back rested.
Reaching inside, Flutterhy scooped out Scootaloo’s old smart phone and tapped it to see if it had service- which it didn’t. Still tickled by the idea, the women reached into her own back pocket and clicked a button, igniting the backlight and her screen. “It’s up to you if you wanna do it Scootaloo.” She said, flashing the girl a perky smile, “But, truthfully speaking I do think it might help you feel a little more comfortable with yourself. Especially since it’s been a while since you’ve spoken to someone on your own level.”
Toddling over to the women, Scootaloo clung onto her aunt’s hip and looked down at the smart phone screen with a curious gaze. “I mean, I guess it would be nice to catch up on things. It’s been a while since school let out.” She said, smiling slightly, “P-plus I think it would be appropriate to get used to being a uh- baby in a way that’s not off putting.”
“Mmm, I hear that.” The women agreed, flipping her thumb curiously down her list of contacts, “I mean, I assume she won’t think any different of you. Perhaps you might look a little more little, but that doesn’t change what a likable scamp you are.” She teased.
“Yeah.” Scootaloo pouted, watching quietly as Fluttershy pressed the contact ‘Rarity’ and began the dial tone…
“Hey Rarrrrity, what’s up?”
There a brief pause, “Uhhh, nothing. You called me, dear.”
“Oh, heh. I guess you’re right.” Fluttershy giggled, glancing down at Scootaloo, “Scootaloo was wondering if you wanted to have Sweetie come over sometime this week.”
“Sweetie over at your place? Oh right, I forgot you’re fostering Scootaloo.” Rarity rambled, “I guess that’d be okay. Is Scootaloo still uh-“
Fluttershy reached her hand down and ruffled her niece’s hair, “Yeah, Scootaloo is still acting like a little kid.” She answered prematurely.
“Hmmm, how’re you going to break THAT to Sweetie?” Rarity questioned with a bemused tone of voice.
Fluttershy directed her eyes up at the ceiling as if she were contemplating an answer, “Oooh, I assume it’ll be easy. I’ll just tell Sweetie that Scootaloo wanted to see what it was like to be a little kid again and that I’m making her stick to it.”
There was a bit of a pause, then Rarity’s hesitantly tone voice came through, “A-are you sure Sweetie would really believe you?”
Shrugging her shoulders, the women looked back down at Scootaloo who reflected her own curious expression. Smiling, she tilted her head to the side, “I dunno, I mean it’s more or less the truth.”
Rarity took a small breath and sighed. “I guesssss I could drive her over there sometimes soon. Although, I think she’s gonna be at her piano practice until late tonight. You wanna have her over for dinner maybe? Or perhaps you want to take her in tomorrow?”
“Hmmm, I’ll think about it. Scootaloo and I really don’t have plans, so whatever you think will work best for you.” Fluttershy added, staring into space.
“Alrighty, will do Fluttershy. I’ll text you when I have an answer. Good bye dear.” Rarity sang jovially.
Scootaloo clung to her aunt’s waist a little, wrapping her fleece covered arms around the women’s waist. Looking up she puckered her lips a little. “Sooo?”
Fluttershy smiled kindly, “Well, it looks like your friend is coming over sometime soon. I don’t think it’s gonna be tonight, but it seems like it might be soon.”
Smiling a little, the girl squeezed her aunt just a little tighter, “Oooh, that’s exciting. I dunno how I’m gonna act though. It’s been a while since I’ve ‘been big’ per say. I don’t even know what to talk about.”
“Heh, well you don’t have to worry about ‘acting big’ Scootaloo. I’ll try not to dress you up obscenely, but you’re not getting out of diapers that easily.” The aunt giggled, rolling her shoulders as her little one loosened her embrace.
Crossing her arms, the child looked up at her aunt with a devious smile, “Well, maybe I don’t wanna act like a baby.”
Not appreciating the sass, Fluttershy similarly crossed her arms as she locked eyes with her niece. Trying to keep control over the situation she tried spoke to the girl with a temperance of a nursery school teacher, “Scootaloo. You know the rules, if you wanna be a baby you’ve got to commit. I’m willing to give you training pants for that day if you’re good, but that’s the best I can do”
“If I’m good? I don’t want Sweetie Belle seeing my vag cause I had to go in a diaper instead of in the bathroom.” Scootaloo shouted, defensively.
Closing her eyes, Fluttershy took a deep breath. Keeping her cool, she turned her back on the girl and snuck her cellphone into her running short’s back pocket. “Scootaloo, just don’t do anything stupid and I’m not gonna embarrass you in front of Sweetie.” She affirmed, as she paced over to the kitchen door.
“You will if you make me wear a diaper!” Scootaloo yelled, throwing her hands up in the air as she stomped behind her aunt.
“Scootaloo, I told you I’ll let you wear training pants as long as you’re good. You’re a big girl, but you can’t stop wearing diapers especially with how ‘naturally’ this going in your pants thing has gotten for you. Now please, drop it.”
Scootaloo stared at her aunt’s back, her face visibly flush as her mind tried to outrun the reality that she might have actually impaired herself. Staring at the pompous blue-coloured backside in front of her, she couldn’t help but feel mocked. “Hmmph!” the child sounded, grabbing the elastic of aunt’s shorts.
“Scootaloo!” the women yelled.
But it was too late.
Staring down at her bare feet, Fluttershy couldn’t help but be paralyzed at the sight of her short’s hanging around her ankles.
Scootaloo puckered her lips a little, staring perplexed at her aunt’s big perky butt. She didn’t expect her aunt to be wearing high cut panties; let alone something as unsexy as a repeating pink and turquoise butterfly pattern. Breaking out of her mindless she snickered a little, “Woooah, I had no idea you wore granny panties!”
“Scootaloo!” Fluttershy yelled, tenaciously.
Hiking her hands close to her chest, Scootaloo winced a little as she heard her name called outloud. “I-I mean uh- sorry?”
Ungracefully, Fluttershy leaned over and pulled her shorts up her legs and over her backside with a snap of their elastic. Turning around to face the child, she stared at the ceiling with a warm red hue on face. “Scootaloo, what impulsed you to do that?” she questioned, switching her attention back to her little one, “Do you know better, or are you really that daft?”
Scootaloo rolled her eyes, “Well you SAID I was a baby.”
Closing her eyes, Fluttershy took a deep breath as she contemplated just who she was dealing with. Placing her hands on her hips she looked down the girl. “Listen, Scootaloo. You’re not a baby. But I can’t let you run around in your regular undies right away because it’d be an awkward transition. Besides, that still isn’t an excuse to pants me!”
Scootaloo continued to meekly fiddle with her hands. “But, I can handle wearing big girl pants.”
“You can handle wearing big girl pants? Are you sure about that, because pulling down your auntie’s shorts sure wasn’t a very big girl thing to do.” The women objected.
The girl was quiet and shrugged her shoulders, “I mean- I think so.”
“I’ll tell you what.” Fluttershy said, pointing down at her little one’s zipper. “I’ll let you wear the training pants. But you’re not allowed to wear pants for the rest of the day- and that includes your footies.”
“Wha?” Scootaloo questioned, looking down capriciously at the footies of her pajamas. “But- what if I have to use the bathroom? Why am I being punished?”
The aunt’s eye twitched, “Scootaloo, please. Get out of your pajamas right now or I’m gonna spank you.”
Swallowing uncomfortably, the girl lifted her hand around her neck and undid the safety button. Grabbing her zipper, she began shakily tugging the stainless-steel zipper all the way down to her ankle.
“Goood.” Fluttershy nodded, crossing her arms victoriously as she watched her niece strip down to her diaper and t-shirt. “Now, be a good girl and skedaddle back to your coloring book.”
A little perplexed by her aunt’s lax punishment caused the girl to blink twice in disbelief. Staring down at her feet, she couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of her diaper quietly bulging past her tummy. Shrugging the thought, she turned he back on her aunt and toddled back to the living room keeping her eyes focused on the coffee table the whole way. It was hard enough walking with a diaper on, but the fact that there was nothing supporting her diaper short of her meek hips meant walking was ‘tricky’ to say the least.
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.
Lifting another square of the pizza up to her lips, the child leaned in a vain attempt to stop the veggies of her pizza from spilling onto her lap. Sinking her teeth into a piece, her eye twitched as she felt piece of the tomato tumble down her baby-blue t-shirt and land on her thigh.
Leaning back in her chair, Fluttershy stared up at her niece with an amorous grin as she took another bite of her own slice of pizza.
Returning the glance herself, Scootaloo peered at Fluttershy with a slightly distraught expression. “Whaaat? I’m trying to be neat.”
“Heh, is that right? Cause it seems like some baby is speaking with foodsies in her mouth.” The women jeered, lifting her cup and nonchalantly sipping the soda.
“Mmmph.” Scootaloo huffed, slumping her shoulders a little. “Flutttershy. You know what I mean though.”
Nodding, the women set her cup down again and picked up her phone. “Heh, I know Sweetie. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” She said, glancing at her phone’s clock. “I know it’s getting late and you might be getting cranky. But all you gotta do is finish your apple sauce and I’ll get you tucked in for bed.”
Puckering her eyebrows, a little, Scootaloo winced a little as she popped open the aluminum tab of her applesauce. Glancing at the inside of the mush filled plastic cup, she whined, “What do you mean that I hafta get tucked in? It’s like eight!”
Continuing to cycle through her text messages, the women continued to stand her ground. “Ah ah, no back talking your aunt, baby. Fluttershy needs some work done and she doesn’t want to have to worry about her baby getting into some shenanigans.”
Ignoring her aunt’s response, Scootaloo reached her right hand forward and curiously scooped up a good part of her apple sauce. Bringing her hand close to mouth, she licked her hand from the base of her palm all the way up to her finger tips. All the while, a good amount of the orangey sludge dripped onto her chest and tummy.
However, it at least didn’t taste too bad.
“Heh.” Fluttershy stifled a laugh, watching as her niece seemingly gave up on trying to act neat. Of course, she couldn’t blame her for being a little sloppy. “Oooh, that’s a cute shot.” She cheered, bringing up her camera and taking picture of her niece licking the sauce off her wrist.
A little self-consciously, Scootaloo wiped whatever remained on her hand onto her shirt; it wasn’t like there was much salvaging she could do by this point anyway.
Taking her niece’s lead, Fluttershy walked over and began tending to the girl. With a napkin in her hand, she leaned in and began cleaning up Scootaloo’s face. “Oooh, such a clever girl.” She said, wiping the white square of paper from on corner of her niece’s lips to the other, “Such a big girl eating all by herself. Aunty Fluttershy is so proud.” She cooed, playfully.
“Mmmm.” Scootaloo moaned, turning her head from side to side as her face was prodded with the napkin.
“Heh, that’s good.” Fluttershy smiled, setting the napkin down on the highchair’s big white tray. “Come on Scooty Booty, raise your arms up big and tall like you’re trying to scare a bear!” She encouraged, leaning closer to the girl and raising her own arms in the air. “Raawr!”
Perking up a bit, the girl lunged forward and let out her own, “Rawr” as she threw her hands up in the air.
“Hehe, oooh. Such a fierce little cub.” The women called out, grabbing the base of her little one’s t-shirt and yanking it off her body with a single quick swoop. Turning it inside out, she offered it back to the girl. “Here. Be a big girl for your aunt and clean up your paws, silly.”
Contently, Scootaloo leaned back in her highchair, sinking into the cushions as her aunt began to similarly clean up her tray and what not. Wrapping the fabric in-between her fingers, she squeezed hard like it were a stress ball, before wiping her palm and back of her hand.
Fluttershy meanwhile grabbed tossed the paper plate with vegetable bits into the trash bin and grabbed one of the folded white washcloths that she kept by the sink. Walking back over to the highchair, she disesambed the tray and wiped down her little one’s lap. “Heh, sucha messy eater.”
“It’s not my fault you didn’t give me a spoon!” Scootaloo retorted, watching as her aunt wiped off the apple sauce like it were dust on a shelf. Truth be told, she hated the feeling of water on her skin; especially cold water.
“Heh. Oh hush.” Fluttershy said, resting the rag on one of the highchair’s arm rests, then offered her hands to the girl.
Examining her aunt’s body language, Scootaloo stood up a little on the highchair’s step stool then leaned into Fluttershy’s embrace, wrapping her tiny hands around her aunt’s neck as she was brought into a cradle.
Acting in kind, Fluttershy reached one hand underneath her little one’s saggy diapered bottom for support and used her other hand to support her back. “Oooh, that’a girl.” She said, running her soft warm palm up and down her little one’s considerably cold and unpostured back.
Sinking into her embrace, Scootaloo submissively rested her cheek on Fluttershy’s shoulder as she hushed her breaths.
“Awwwh, is some little baby tired?” Fluttershy cooed,
“Mmmhmm.” Scootaloo moaned as she sank her aunt’s embrace. Lazily, she let her temple sink against her aunt’s soft but somewhat firm tricep and closed her eyes.
Smirking a little, Fluttershy continued pace towards her little one’s room.
***
“Goooooodmorning Scooty Booty!” Fluttershy exclaimed, grabbing onto the rail of her little one’s crib and looming over her like an eager dog. Reaching her right arm in, she playfully brushed Scootaloo’s bangs to the side. “You needa wake up dear. We’ve got a big day planned.”
“Huhh? What do you mean we’ve got big plans?” Scootaloo moaned, throwing her arms back and stretching. Still too dazed by the warmth of her blankets and white stuffed rabbit to pay much mind to waking up.
A little sheepishly, Fluttershy began to lower the one collapsible wall of the white crib. “Ooh, why that’s something for a grownup like me to worry about. Trust me, it’s no big deal.” She said, before raising the gate right back up.
***
“Gooooodmorning grownup!” Fluttershy giggled, stepping into the room and quietly shutting the door behind her.
“H-Huh?” Scootaloo questioned, buckling her knees a bit as she rolled onto her side. Still enveloped in the warmth of her flamingo colored comforter, Scootaloo simply readjusted a tad as hugged her stuffed rabit even tighter for warmth, “It’s sooooo early. What’s got you all excited.”
With a big grin on her face, Fluttershy paced up to her little one’s crib. “Well, I invited your little friend Sweetie over here and as it turns out- according to Rarity at least- she’s super fascinated in working the medical field just like me!” she said, continuing to lower the gates of the white crib. “Of course, I can’t teach her a whole lot. But, I was think she might be able to help me take care of a certain special baby.”
Taking a breath, Scootaloo opened her eyes and glared up at the women. “Lemme guess, I’m the baby.” She questioned, continuing to hug her bunny as she sat up on her mattress. Wincing a bit as a wet sensation crept up her backside a little.
“Heh, pretty much. Now she knows that I’m giving you the ‘little’ treatment right now- I told Rarity to explain it to her before she stopped by this morning. BUT, all I told her is that you’ve been helping me get used to taking care of little kids again.” The women said, reaching her hand out and ruffling her niece’s hair a little, “If you aren’t comfortable with her knowing about your diapers and baby treatment, I totally understand
Still occupied with rubbing the sand out of her eyes, Scootaloo took another big sigh, “Ooooh, I don’t really care, Fluttershy.” Setting her fluffy bunny on one of her crib sheet’s many glitzy star graphic. Tossing her comforter aside, she rather half-heartedly hopped onto her floor; the landing causing her already saggy diaper to droop further down her waist.
“Heh, okay. Lemme go grab your friend, lovey butt.” Fluttershy said, turning back and eagerly skipping to the door in excitement.
Scootaloo meanwhile, kept her lips puckered as she watched her aunt prance away. Taking particular note of her plain blue jeans, white t-shirt, and brown canvas jacket. Curious, she wondered if she was gonna have breakfast somewhere special this morning. Not particularly mindful of her situation, the girl sighed again as she nonchalantly tugged her diaper’s elastic waist back up.
Suddenly, a girl adorned in a fairly elegant white and violet spring dress popped through the nursery door, with her arms sprawled wide. “Scootaloo!” She exclaimed, rather taken away by the incredibly complex layout of the room. Looking down and focusing on her friend however, she stifled a snicker, “Ooh, there you are.”
Rather ‘stuck’ because of the awkward mess holding down the seat of her diaper, Scootaloo held both her hands close to her chest, shriveling a bit like a dead flower. Looking up at her friend, who was surprisingly taller than her, she blushed, “H-Hi. I see, Fluttershy wasted no time getting you hyped. Heh.”
“Heh, she told me you were still feeling a sleepy and everything and that she always let you sleep in until at least eight in the morning.” Sweetie said, as she continued to approach her friend. Crouching down a bit, she leaned in and squeezed the girl.
A little offtaken by her friend’s busty chest, Scootaloo froze with her hands up in the air as she was locked into the air. “Gah- yeahh.” She said, weakly hanging her arms around Sweetie’s midriff, “F-Fluttershy is a tad picky about my nap time and stuff.”
Smiling kindly at the scene, Fluttershy waited patiently for the hug to breakup before adding her own two cents, “Yeah. Thankfully for me, Scootaloo is sucha cutie patootie angel butt.”
“I can tell.” Sweetie replied, still a little amused by her firend’s ‘outfit’. Looking down, she giggled a tad, “That’s definitely not like your regular pop-punk look. It’s less Hot Topic and a little more Baby Gap.”
Intervening a tad, Fluttershy walked up to her niece, picked her up, and held her gently against her hip. “Heh, that’s not entirely off from the truth. Scootaloo does kike to alternate back to her big girl clothes when we have appointments or have to do school stuff. But, she’s pretty dedicated to her method acting when she gets a chance.” She clarified, making up the excuse on the spot.
Her mouth slightly agape, Scootaloo let a small grin overtake her face as she leaned her head up against her aunt’s shoulder. “Y-yeah, what Fluttershy said. She’s been super kind letting me move in and pretending to be a baby has been a bit of fun.”
“Uh-huh.” Fluttershy agreed with her niece, passively stroking her fingers through Scootaloo’s pink lockes of hair. Smiling warmly, she began walking the girl over to the changing table, “In case you were wondering, I wanted to get back into the habit of baby-sitting and taking care of people- much like yourself, Sweetie Belle. But, now that I’m looking after Scootaloo I figure it’d be a good way for her to relax and whatnot.”
“Ehhhh, I guess I can understand that.” Sweetie Belle said, briskfully skipping over to the table. Puckering her lips, a little, she looked down at the table then at the women. “Ooooh, is this like a changing table. Like, for diapers?”
Fluttershy helped her little one gently lay on her back, then began opening drawers. “Uh-huh. If you want pointers on changing a diaper, I guess now is time to do it.” She said, then looked over at Scootaloo. “Is it okay for Sweetie Belle to help change your diadee?”
“Mmmmph.” Scootaloo fussed, covering her face with both her hands before she ran them down her face, then responded in a sardonic manner, “Yeah, it’s okay. Just don’t take any photographs.”
Nodding, the women stepped to the side of the changing table and jestered with her hand for Sweetie Belle to take her place. “Okay, I know this might be a little awkward at first, but if you can change one person’s diaper. You’ll be able to change anybody’s diaper- well, I guess maybe not if they’re wearing cloth.” She shook her head, “Anyway, the first thing you’re gonna have to do when changing a diaper is undoing the tabs, okay?”
“Okay, so like this?” Sweetie Belle said, leaning grabbing the textured tapes of Scootaloo’s Pampers. Then, glanced back at the women for confirmation.
“Yeah, just like that!” Fluttershy said clapping her hands nicely. “Now, what you’re going to do is pull back on the tabs. Then, when the diaper comes undone, you’re going if her legs up by the angles and slide the diaper out. Once you do that I’ll show you how to ball it up.” She said, casually grabbing a spare star speckled soft rattle and handing it over to Scootaloo. “Here baby, hold onto this.”
Smirking a tad, Scootaloo kept her eyes glued to the toy, curiously gripping the fabric bulb with her right hand as she continued to phase out the ‘grownups’ words. She twirled it around, occasionally giving it a hard shake to test the balance of beads inside the bulb part.
“Heh, yep. Then you just fold the diapers around the front annnnnnd, you’re done!” Fluttershy cheered in sink with Sweetie Belle’s actions.
“Nice!” Sweetie exclaimed. Leaning forward, she grabbed her little friend by the underarms and hoisted her up, “Oooh, come on Scootaloo. We needa get you dressed.” She said, setting the girl up right on her diapered backside.
Breaking out of her trans, Scootaloo swung her legs over the side of changing table and hopped feet first onto the ground. Looking up at Scootaloo, she giggled, “Hehe, seeee. My patience is why I’m the best baby ever.”
Smiling herself, Sweetie ruffled her friend’s hair, “Heh, you’re a definitely seem a lot sillier now. Do you wanna go pick out a fancy outfit? I bet I could find you something super cute to wear!” She said, jumping the gun on getting a nice outfit picked out.
“Oh, heh. The closet is actually over there.” Fluttershy smiled, pointing towards the spare wardobe on the opposite side of the room. “I guess I’ll give you time to catch up. When you two are ready, come downstairs. I’m planning on taking you two shopping!”
“Okee.” Scootaloo said, waving a hand at her aunt. Skipping her way over to the wardobe, she stood up on her tippy toes and curiously poked the back
Sweetie Belle, who’d began sorting through the Scootaloo’s various babyish and not so babyish clothes, turned around with a similarly happy grin on her face. “Oooh, heyyy. I’m sorry Fluttershy interrupted you ealier” She cooed, getting low and giving the girl another big hug, “How have you been?”
Reaching up, Scootaloo hugged her friend the best she could. “I’ve been good.” She said before stepping back and planted her freshly pampered backside on the floor. “Well, honestly it’s been pretty odd around here. Like, being babied is comfortable and all but being treated like a preschooler is a little bit frustrating sometimes.”
“Hmm?” Sweetie Belle yawned, stretching her arms towards the ground like cat. “I mean, have you considered telling her to find a real baby or something?”
“Nah.” The smaller of the two teens answered, quite contently as she kicked her feet. “Being a little kid again has its benefits. I still will probably hafta do homework and stuff like that when school gets back in session, but until then I’m pretty content with Fluttershy pampering me with gifts and fancy toys and stuff.”
Smirking a little, Sweetie Belle placed her hands on her hips, “Well, don’t you miss doing fun teen things though? Like, I haven’t seen you post stuff on snap chat in like a week.”
Laying down, Scootaloo stared up at her white speckled ceiling and shrugged her shoulders, “Eh, it’s just a kinda unique experience being a little kid again you know. It’s not like Fluttershy took away my cell phone or anything. I’ve just been indulging enough in her little game that I haven’t really thought about my responsibilities and stuff.”
“Hmm, sounds pretty nice. Kinda like one of those weeks at the spa Rarity likes to take.” Sweetie said, going turning around to attend to the wardrobe again. Digging inside, she began sorting through the various coat hangers, looking for just the right outfit.
“A week?” Scootaloo said, slowly sitting back up. Getting on her knees, she shakily stood up and tugged on the elastic leg guard of her diaper, “Isn’t that a looooong spa trip?” she asked, waking over the girl and poking her shoulder again.
Pulling a piece of clothing right off its hamper, Sweetie Belle took a 180 degree turn and presented it to the girl, “Oooh, look at this thing. Isn’t it nice?” she asked, flashing a rather cutesy sun suit at the girl.
“Heh, well that would be pretty darn cute on me.” Scootaloo giggled, batting it’s soft polestar fabric with her hand. “See, this is part of the reason I like acting like a baby. Not everyone can pulled off ruffled panties, but with a full head of hair and the right lighting, I look adorable in it.” She boasted, quiet proudly.
Giggling at her friend’s comment, Sweetie Belle handed it over to the girl. “Well, I think a flowery pastel romper would look just as good on me, but you are pretty cute in your little git up.” She complimented, before posing the question, “You need any help getting dressed?”
Pulling the last strap of Scootaloo’s pink denim romper over her shoulder, Sweetie Belle fastened its hook. “Oooh, Scoots. You’re like the world’s best American Girl doll.” She said, taking a step back to admire her handiwork.
Scootaloo, equally as curious to know how she looked. Glancing down, her eyes were immediately drawn to the alternating flat colored animal designs, scattered across her chest and branching out to her flared sleeves. Huffing, she couldn’t help but notice how, even with the added secrecy of her onesie and shortalls, her pampers still managed to distort her waistline.
“Heh, is there something wrong with your outfit, Scoots?” Sweetie Belle questioned, as she paced over to towards the nursery door, “Personally, I don’t think you’ve ever looked better!”
Looking up, Scootaloo awkwardly fumbled forward to catch up with her friend. “Wait, what do you mean I’ve never looked better! Are you making fun of me?”
“Heh, of course not Scoots.” Sweetie Belle replied, slowing down a bit as she and her friend approached the stair case. Gripping the hand rail, she began her descent, “All I was saying is that outfit looks cute on you; it matches your aesthetic.”
A little steamed, Scootaloo puckered her eyebrows as she continued her cycle of stepping down with her right leg, balancing herself, and stepping down again with her right leg. “No it doesn’t. There’s no way this is my best aesthetic!” she added doing a rather ungraceful hop with both feet onto the living room’s hard wood floor.
Startled by the tempered ‘thud’ noise, Fluttershy let go of her stroller’s handle bars and turned her attention over to the kids. “Huh, are you guys alright?” she questioned.
A little flustered, Scootaloo looked over at her aunt with a slight look of desperation and bellowed, “Fluttershy! You don’t think this is my best look, do you?”
“Huh, ummm- excuse me?” The aunt questioned, towering over the two as she slid her phone into her back pocket. Glancing over at Sweetie Belle, she asked the girl, “What does she mean by that?” as if she couldn’t get the context from her niece.
“Scootaloo is just being a worry butt.” Sweetie Belle giggled, as she stepped passed the caretaker. Walking over to the doormat, she began sliding her bare feet into her oak-coloured sandals and grabbed her bag from the door. Turning around, she elaborated more on that thought, “Basically, I complimented Scootaloo on how cute she looks in her little baby outfit and she says she’s looked better in other stuff.”
Smiling, Fluttershy glanced down at her little one and ruffled her head, “Ooh, that’s silly Scootaloo. Between your baby face, bob-cut, and stubby legs, the baby look does look really good on you.”
“Does not!” Scootaloo whined, stomping her foot defiantly on the ground.
“Awh, I think the baby is getting cranky.” Sweetie Belle giggled, draping her Ray Bans over her face. “I think she might need a snack or something. Especially since we skipped breakfast.”
Scootaloo meanwhile shook her head, stepping over to the door. Huffing, she planted her cushy seat on the hard wood floor and began slipping her feet into her trainers, going as far as to strap them on by herself.
“Heh, she does seem a little grumpy.” Fluttershy giggled, glancing over at Sweetie belle with a slight smirk on her face, “Of course, someone hasn’t gone poopy in about a day. So that might be why.”
“Fluttershy!” The child yelled as her cheeks flared a bright red.
Chuckling at the little one’s sentiment, she walked over to the girl picking her up by the underarms and cradling her up against her chest. “Awwh, it’s okay Scootaloo. I’m sure if you need to go potty, your aunt or I can walk take you to the bathroom.” She cooed loudly, as she patted her friend’s ballooned backside.
“Mmph.” Scootaloo sounded, burying her head in her friend’s shoulder. Resisting her urge to fuss more.
Draping her niece’s diaper bag over her shoulder, the aunt looked over at the other caretaker, “Okay, I’ve got her bag andher stroller in the back of the car. You shut off all the lights upstairs, right?”
Nodding, Sweetie continued to casually carry her friend as she encroached on the door. “Yeah, I do. But do you think we’re going to need the stroller? I mean, I think the Riverview Mall have trollies with seats.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure the they do, but only in certain department stores. Scootaloo’s diaper bag doesn’t take up a whole lot of room in the undercarriage, so it’ll make it easier to visit multiple spots.” She said, stepping out onto her walkway. The sun beaming down hard on her face, she covered her forehead with forearm as she walked over to her aunt’s car.
Breathing in the fresh spring air, Sweetie Belle bypassed the walkway instead walking her through the yard’s fresh dew-covered morning grass. Approaching the backdoor, of her car, she kept one arm underneath the little one’s backside as she swung the door open.
Scootaloo, knowing the routine well enough, cooperated in climbing out of her friend’s arms and began awkwardly maneuvering into the backseat. “Sweetie, I don’t hafta use the car seat, I-I’m big enough to sit regularly.”
Sweetie Belle, rather indifferent about her friend’s complaint, waited a second for the girl’s aunt to climb into the driver seat seat before popping the question, “Fluttershy, do I need to put Scootaloo’s butt in a car seat?”
“Heh, well kinda.” Fluttershy replied, shoving the diaper bag onto the passenger-side floor as she shut the door behind her. Turning her body a bit, she grabbed the front seat and focused her attention to the two, “Scootaloo is about 120 cm and 30 kg give or take. So, yes. Legally speaking, she needs to be in the booster seat!”
“Fluttershy!” Scootaloo whined loudly, as if her aunt was revealing some kind of buriedsecret about her size.
Rolling her eyes, Sweetie Belle tapped her friend’s shoulder. “Come on Scoots, I know it’s not very glamourous, but it’ll keep you safe in case of an accident.” She said, backing off for just long enough for Scootaloo to climb onto the seat herself. With a smirk on her face, she leaned back in and began assembling the harness again, “Not that we’re gonna get in a crash, right Fluttershy?”
“Heh, trust me Sweetie Belle, once you learn to drive, it becomes second nature. Right?” Fluttershy responded, resting her head back on the head rest.
“Mmmhmm.” She said, firmly connecting the last piece of the carseat’s harness before giving it a light tug. “Comfy Scootaloo?” she asked, smiling warmly at the child.
A little off taken by her friend’s question, Scootaloo stared blankly for a second before giving her a slight head nod.
“Good.” Sweetie Belle commented, stepping back and gently shutting the passenger door.
Scootaloo, leaned forward in the minimal way her car seat allowed her and asked, “Wait, where are we going again?”
“We’re going to the Mall, dear.” Fluttershy said, sticking her key into the ignition, and turning it on. Looking the rearview mirror, she smiled, “If you’re reeeealy good for Sweetie and I, I’ll even let you buy a biiiig stuffie.”
Puckering her lips a little, Scootaloo raised an eyebrow, “What if I’m only pretty good?”
Turning her head to stare out the back of her Tesla’s rearview window, Fluttershy jested, “Then, you’re only get a regular stuffie.”
“Awwh.” Scootaloo sighed,slumping her shoulders down in a melodramatically upset manner. “But, I wanna big stuffed animal.”
Turning around to comfortthe child herself, Sweetie Belle gave her friend a smile, “Well, all you needa do is behave Scootaloo. You’re always good for you aunt, right?”
The instant those words were spoken, Fluttershy smirked coyly.
“Yeah.” The child nodded in a bobblehead like manner, “I try to be good. I eat all my food, I sit still when Fluttershy tells me to” she said, lifting up her hand and striking up her fingers, “I don’t swear, I try to be quiet during nap time, and I sometimes even do my shoes by myself.”
“Wow!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed in a faux enthusiastic tone, “You really ARE a good girl. Right, Fluttershy?”
“Heh, right.”Fluttershy answered, excited, “She honestly is a happy bubbly girl, like 90% of the time.”
Scootaloo passively nodded her head, as she glanced down at the trainers. Interested by the pink gummy material protruding around the ankle of the shoe. She half-heartedly leaned forward again, grabbing her right foot with her hand and experimentallysquished it with her thumb.
Nodding in agreement, Sweetie leaned back in her seat and stretched a little. “Ooooh- I can tell Scootaloo is definitely a lot sillier than she used to be. Honestly, I really do like her look- even if it is more of a costume.”
Fluttershy glanced into the rear-view mirror to check on her baby and saw that Scootaloo was still very much enamored with her shoes. She then focused back on the road ahead of her. “Yeah. Honestly, she is really good at the whole method acting thing. For someone who never grew up with any siblings, she does make a great baby- err, preschooler.”
“Well, according to my parents, early childhood tends to be the funniest of parenthood.” The teenager replied, quietly adjusting her floral covered skirt. Glancing over at the womandriving the car, she rested her hand nicely on her lap, “I guess it makes sense cause everything is so new and unique for the kid and for the grownups, every success the kid has feels like a great leap forward.”
Smiling warmly, Fluttershy continued to keep her eyes fixed on the road. “Oh, I know Sweetie Belle. That’s kind of thebenefit for Scootaloo and I doing this. While I don’t think either of us can quite capture the magic of a real mommy/daughter relationship. It does give us and excuse to bond and have fun.”
“Heh, my parents would’ve just taken me to a restaurant or store.” The teenager joked.
Shrugging her shoulders, Fluttershy replied. “Well I already had a bunch of baby stuff and Scootaloo didn’t seem to mind the idea. Besides, it does give her an extra opportunity to experience something she won’t really be able to when she’s older.”
Sweetie continued to sardonically ramble, “Well I know she’s probably going to grow at least a couple of inches soon. But, I mean. What’s really stopping her or any other grown up from dressing up like a baby and pretending to be one?”
“Hmm?” Fluttershy questioned, glancing over at Sweetie for a single moment. “Well, to answer your question- and pardon me if I ramble- but kids quit dressing as babies around three years old for practical reason.You know, big kids don’t wear onesies, footie pajamas, rompers, doll dresses or even ruffled bloomers because all those things are really just fancy ways of concealing the fact that a child is wearing a diaper; especially a ‘full’ diaper”
Pausing for a moment, the womanswitched on her right blinker and proceeded to merge onto the highway. “Anyhow, As I was saying, certain pieces types of clothing- much like play things like tricycles, harnessed swings, and strollers- are meant to crutches that little kids ditch when they progress throughtheir childhood. While there are late bloomers that might hold onto that kind of stuff into their preschool years, they’ll have to ditch that stuff eventually because companies simply don’t want kids to be too comfortable being needy. It’s part of the reason why Pampers and Huggies don’t dabble in big kid diapers.”
“But don’t they make those Goodnites that are supposed be like ‘real underwear’ but are basically just diapers for bedwetters?” Sweetie Belle interjected suddenly.
“Uh, yeah. But the key in that is that Goodnites are supposed to be real underwear. My focal point is that clothiers, toy manufactures, and diaper companies all make products with certain age groups in mind; products that are meant to reflect their maturity levels.” Fluttershy said looked at the rearview mirror and saw an image of her little one gawking unknowingly out the passenger window in a trance-like stance.
Raising an eyebrow, Sweetie Belle looked over, “Annnnd?”
Taking a deep breath, Fluttershy smiled in a kind manner. “Well, my point is that once you hit a certain mind set, err, maturity level. Certain somestuff becomes boring.” She said briefly glancing over at the teenager again, “Teenagers and adults could try to dress like big babies, suck dummies, and play with baby toys. But most of the actual baby stuff that was available to them as little babies are too small for them to use as grownups.Not to mention, even if that baby stuff were available to them as adults, most of it is farrr too underwhelming to stimulate a person who’s outgrown that stage in their life. I mean, if I were to give you Scootaloo’s rattle, you’d probably feel bored or awkward; not enamored.”
“Soo, what you’re saying is that once the feeling of babyhood or childhood is gone, it’s gone for good?” Sweetie Belle said, watching as the dense forestry that enveloped the interstate dissipated and the seemingly endless rolling pear colored hills of Sweet Apple Acres were revealed. In the distance she could see the skyscrapers of the dense metropolitan area that was Canterlot; but it was still quite some waysaway. It’d be a while until they got to the mall.
“No, not at all Sweetie Belle.” Fluttershy cooed, reaching left hand over and lightly ruffling the girl’s hair. “I know you’re fairly old and I’m sure there are things you simply wouldn’t do anymore. You wouldn’t ride a tricycle, you wouldn’t spend all your day coloring in pages of a book, and if I told you that you had to wear a diaper in my house you’d probably scoff at me.”
“Exactly, once you’ve grown out of something you can’t enjoy it anymore.” Sweetie Belle confidently spoke.
“Yes. But, the other part of that is just because you’ve outgrown certain someparts of your life doesn’t necessarily mean that similar feelings aren’t still enjoyable or okay to have. You might blush at the idea of riding a tricycle. But riding a bike- or hell- driving a car would be super exciting for you. You’d be super embarrassed if your mom coddled by picking you up and patting your butt until you calmed down. But you’d still appreciate the affection if all she gave you was a hug.” Fluttershy articulated stretching her neck a bit.
“Well, what if an adult wanted to wear diapers and act like a baby?” Sweetie Belle questioned, tilting her head to the side curiously, “How would that play into everything you’ve said.”
Taking a deep breath, Fluttershy shrugged her shoulders a little. “Well. I suppose an adult trying to act like a baby was trying to chase a feeling. I couldn’t see playing around with baby toys or spending all day watching baby TV very interesting myself. But I’m sure to some people it’d be pretty novel.” She said, glancing back into the rearview mirror once again before focusing her attention on the road ahead of her. “Why, did YOU want to be babied by me too? I do have plenty of diapers, footie pajamas, and bottles to go around.” She sang teasingly.
Blushing perfusely, Sweetie dramatically shook her head. “Heh, no no no. I’m quite content BEING the baby sitter.” She said, glancing into the rearview mirror herself at the little girl who was quite visibly dozing off, “That being said. Do you think Scootaloo is- well- trying to chase a feeling.”
Grinning a tad, Fluttershy giggled. “Haha, no. As I said earlier, what’s too immature for some people to enjoy might be really fascinating for younger people; especially kids.”
“A-are you saying that Scootaloo might actually be super young- o-or are you saying that Scootaloo might be ‘special’.” Sweetie Belle questioned, making the quotation marks with her fingers.
Giggling a little awkwardly, Fluttershy tilted her head to the side as if to get closer to the girl. “No, Scootaloo is plenty book smart and stuff. Put it this way, you know how you’re probably starting to notice boys or maybe even girls you think are attractive. You know, people you want to date?”
A little off takenby the woman’s comment, Sweetie Belle simply nodded her head, “Mmmhmm.”
“Well, Scootaloo isn’t.” Fluttershy said, returning her head back into the proper position on her head rest. “I don’t have an exact reason why Scootaloo seems so physically stunted; probably a low estrogen level. But, between her size, her emotional needs, and her hobbies, she seems really happy to reliveher wonder years- err, diaper days.”
“Hmm? What about her other friends and everything? I mean, I know she’s only been living at your place for a little while. But, she’s seemed to pretty dormant on Twitter and Tumblr.” Sweetie Said, grabbing her purse and setting it on her lap so she could dig for her phone.
Nodding, Fluttershy shrugged her shoulders again. “Like I said, Sweetie. Scootaloo is more concerned about getting attention from me than she is socializing with her peers.” She said, squinting her left eye a bit, “She’ll crawl into bed with me for naps, she’ll do things so that I’ll have to feed her, and just the other day she complimented my butt.”
“Hehe, oh man.” Sweetie snickered, amused by the woman’s sentiments, “I mean, that seems like some kind of Freud Electra-complex stuff right there. You don’t think she’s- you know- attracted to you right?”
Rolling her eyes, Fluttershy snickered herself. “Heh, well for one- Freud was quack. Also, I’m sure Scootaloo doesn’t have a little crush on me or something.” She said, reaching her out to turn on the AC, “If the more accurate, humanistic personality theory has taught me anything. I think this is probably the first time since her father died that she’s been able to just be herself without some kind of conditional love hanging over her shoulder. I mean, the fact that she can walk around with a load in her pants and still be told she’s the cutest thing in the world has to be liberating for her.”
Smiling warmly, Sweetie Belle placed her hand on her chin, “You know. I guess that makes sense. Although, if she’s really a baby at heart, why do you think she fusses about being babied around me?”
“Oh, trust me.” Fluttershy said, cranking the AC dial up just slightly higher. Nearing the off ramp to Canterlot, she answered the girl. “When we wake her up for lunch, just keep treating her like a real baby. If she can be comfortable as a baby girl around her friends, then she’ll be a lot more open with you. Got it?”
“Scootaloo, it’s time you get up.” Sweetie Belle whispered, as she unbuckled the carseat’s harness, “You’re an awful heavy sleeper aren’t you?”
Balling her fist up, the younger of the two teens rubbed her eyes and yawned, “Ooooh. Only a little.” Taking a deep breath, she turned around in car seat and climbed down. However, when she turned to jump out the car door, she was interrupted by her friend.
“Here Scoots, let me help you.” Sweetie Belle insisted grabbing onto friend by the underarms and hoisting her into a hug, “Wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my sides.”
Following her friend’s lead, Scootaloo leaned into the other girl’s embrace and buckled her knees tightly around her hips.
Sweetie Belle reached down, and used both her hands to support Scootaloo’s butt. Feeling her palms sink passively into the stressed denim material of the romper, she bent back just a bit to balance herself.
“Heh, there you are.” Fluttershy cheered as she finished unlocking the front two wheels of the stroller. Standing up, she placed her hands on her hips and smiled, “Do want help getting Scoots into the pram, or do you got it?”
“Yeah, I think I’ve got it.” She said, getting close enough to the stroller to hold Sweetie right over the seat. “Okay Scoots, time to climb down. .”
Looking down at the seat for just a second, she experimently let her left foot dangle- eventually planting it down once she had the right sense of how thick the stroller’s padding was. Setting down her right foot, she squatted down on the seat and began adjusting herself, “You know, it would’ve been easy to just remove the tray and let me climb in that way.” She said sitting her diapered butt down and shimmying her legs underneath the tray.
“Hehe, sucha a clever baby.” Fluttershy complimented, as she steadied the device by grabbing onto it’s two handles. Taking a back seat to the affair, she watched as her helper pulled the harness over Scootaloo’s shoulders and buckled it.
“Well, you’re welcome anyway.” Sweetie smirked, curiously tugging on the loose straps of the stroller “Is the harness supposed to be this loose?” she questioned, standing up.
Nodding, the women continued to experimentally push the stoller forwards and draw it back. “Heh, yeah. I’m sure Scootaloo should be good.” She said as she began idly pushing the girl down the parking lot. “I haven’t actually taken her out in the stroller yet. So, it’s probably still adjusted for the last kid I babysat for, way back when.”
“Really? Aren’t most special need strollers a little more- uh, big?” Sweetie Belle questioned, doing a little skip run to catch up with the women. Covering her forehead with her forearm, she continued to squint as she followed the women.
Scootaloo, in a rather blank state of mind staired down at her loosely holstered tummy as the dry heat beat down on her. Between the two layers of shirts and the stroller’s black nylon material, she was beginning to feel a little toasty. In an attempt to get her exposed calves off the warm fabric, the girl began experimentally lifting her legs out a little.
“Yeah.” Fluttershy said, lowering the sunglasses from her hair onto her nose. Looking back briefly at Sweetie, she smirked. “Here, either hold my hand or grab onto the stroller. Celestia knows the drivers are probably having as much time seeing us we are.”
Blushing a bit at the remark, Sweetie Belle walked forward a bit and grabbed the stroller. Looking down she jumped a bit. “Ooh shoot, sorry baby.” She said, grabbing the stroller’s sky blue awning and yanking it forward; shrouding Scootaloo in a faint layer of shade.
A little alarmed by the change in lighting, Scootaloo puckered her lips a bit as she looked up. To her surprise, the ceiling of stroller had a glittery white star pattern on it. “Wooooooah, pretty.” She thought to herself. Leaning back in her seat, she stuck the tip of her thumb in her mouth and began curiously chewing it
“Heh, it’s fine.” Fluttershy said, taking a deep breath as she continued down the parking lot. Looking to her side for a split second she smiled, “For the record, this isn’t actually one of my medical strollers. This is actually just a regular kid stroller I got from a supermarket back in the day for taking Scootaloo and some of the other babs in my life to the aquarium, Funland, and really anywhere where little feet get tired.
“Oh?” Sweetie Belle sounded, continuing to mosey along as she looked down at the contraption. “Well, that’s pretty neat that she hasn’t quite outgrown it yet.”
Nodding her head in agreement, the women continued to arch the stroller over the heightend asphalt of the shopping center’s walkway. “Heh, well contrary to the somewhat loose harness, she is starting to get a bit tall for the thing. But, as long as her feet rest comfortably on the footrest, I’d prefer to use it over one of the ‘other’ strollers. Thankfully for me, she’s a skinny girl.”
Letting go of the stroller’s handle, the teenager brushed her long curly hair out of her face a bit as the mall’s concrete awning provided her some much needed shade. “I guess that makes sense. Is the medical stroller harder to use?” She said, running forward a bit to grab the mall’s big glass door.
Waiting a hot second for Sweetie Belle to open the door, she nodded again. “Heh, ooh yes.” She said, pushing the stroller inside and resting as the child ran to open the next door. “Not only is the medical stroller harder to transport because it’s so tall. But it’s also way more conspicuous for causal use, especially if I need to sell the fact that Scootaloo young enough for daycare.”
“Day care?” Sweetie Belle exclaimed as the women passed her, “I thought we were going shopping.” She questioned, following from behind. Stepping inside the building, she stared up in awe of the Celestial Mall’s (Right name???) Shopping Mall’s gigantic high-rise chandelier laced roof. All around her, kiosks with elbaroate window displays themed with coffee, jewelry, shoes, clothing, and a plethora of other things crowded the walls.
“Heh, well not like preschool daycare. I just mean mall daycare. You know, so we can have a moment of quiet while we grab lunch.” Fluttershy answered the girl, walking down the beautiful black and white marble tiles of the mall. Looking to her side, she smiled, “I just figured it’d give Scootaloo a little chance to get used to being babied by other people in case I ever need to hire a sitter. Besides, I know the women who owns this mall’s daycare and I know she’ll be good to Scootaloo. Right, Scootaloo?” She finished her statement, bending over so her little one could hear her.”
“Oh, um. Right?” Scootaloo answered, too enamored by the elaborate store displays to pay attention to her aunt’s words. Unaware of what was going on, she watched passively as she was pushed closer and closer to a storefront with a colorful storefront that read, “Sunny Days Daycare”. Looking to the right, she staired in awe at a colorful kid filled gymnasium filled with toys, sportswear, and kids. To her dismay however, the minute she passed that display window, she felt the stroller make an immediate right turn into an open-ended office room.
With a smile on her face, Fluttershy continued to causally push the stroller into an office like room, with an array of colorful cubbies and hooks lining the left side of the room. Moving the stroller over to the right side of the room, she parked it in-between two other strollers and smiled “Sweetie Belle, would you like to help get Scootaloo out of her seat while I get her checked in?”
“Of course!” Sweetie Belle cheered, excited to have another opportunity to prove her caretaker prowess.
Scootaloo, who was still awestruck by where they were stared at her friend with a somewhat annoyed expression on her face. “Wait? I’m spending the day in a daycare? I thought we were going shopping?” she said, watching as the Velcro of her harness’s safety flap was undone with a loud *Fffffft*.
Not minding the two kids any attention, Fluttershy continued pacing over the office desk. “Hehe, don’t mind her, she’s just a little hungry and groggy.” She said to her friend, Elle as she picked up a pen from a mesh cup.
“Heh, she’s probably just upset cause of the heat.” Elle, said folding her arms on the table and leaning in a bit. Combing her dark gray hair to side, she reached over to her right and pulled out a sign-in paper for Fluttershy, “It isn’t too bad inside the mall, but outside- especially with all that asphalt- I couldn’t even imagine how hot it must be.
Nodding, Fluttershy began stenciling in some of Scootaloo’s personal information. “Ooh, I know. It’s part of the reason I brought the stroller. We’re going shopping after lunch and I didn’t want to make my bigger girl to pass out, trying to carry her goodies to the car.”
Watching as Sweetie Belle hoisted the little out of her stroller and sat her feet first on the hardwood floor, Elle smirked. “Oh my, is the big one excited to join the playroom today?”
Caught off guard by the woman’s statement, Sweetie glanced over at the desk “What me? No, I’m fourteen.” She said, answering for Fluttershy.
“Hehe, I’m just joking. Don’t worry honey, we don’t take anyone over twelve.” Elle smiled, continuing to glance at Fluttershy’s hand as she signed the form. “The little one doesn’t have any dairy or nut allergies, right?”
Shaking her head, Fluttershy continued to finish up the document with her own signature. Pulling her credit card out of her smartphone case, she handed it and the paper to the lady. “No, Scootaloo is fine to eat anything you’ve got.”
“Okay good, Jenny was just getting ready to make lunch for the little ones.” Elle said, stamping the document and setting it next to her desktop. Walking over the left door, she gave it three knocks. “Jennny, you’ve got another girl.”
Scootaloo stared at the right door with a curious expression on herself. In her mind, she was a little anxious about wearing a diaper around so many other kids; especially with how much preassure she could feel mounting in her tummy. Still, she could probably get away with asking to use the bathroom first. Not to mention, the play room did seem pretty fun from what she saw.
“Hello!” A woman sang, gently opening the left door of the room and looking at the lobby.
“Huh?” Scootaloo questioned, jerking her head to the side, caught off guard by woman’s apperence. Rather than a formal teacher uniform. This woman wore white sneakers, black jeans, a light blue t-shirt, and a white apron seemingly filled with crayons, wet wipes, and a bunch of other stuff.Glancing up, she watched as the mystery women and her aunt encroached on her.
Smiling, Fluttershy knelt down to get on Scootaloo’s level. Placing her hand on the child’s shoulder, she looked her in the eye. “Scootaloo, this is Jenny. She’ll be your babysitter for the next hour or so, okay?”
Watching the golden eye women get on her level, Scootaloo’s tummy rumbled quite drastically. “H-hello.” She said, her knees buckling quite dramatically.
“Awh, hello Scootaloo.” The women said, reaching her hand out and grabbing the little one’s hand. “My name is Jenny Loveless. But, you can call me Jenny. I promise you that you, I, and will have lots of yummy food and fun today. That sounds good doesn’t it?”
“Uh, uh-huh!” Scootaloo nodded shyly, a small but sheepish grin on her face.
“Hehe, that a girl.” Fluttershy smiled, smootching the girl on the cheek before standing up. “Sweetie Belle and I will be back in a jiffy alright. Have fun.” She said, ruffling her little one’s hair before setting off.
Smiling warmly as Fluttershy walked away, Jenny smiled. “Come on Scootaloo, Let me introduce you to the playroom.”
Following her caretaker’s lead, Scootaloo awkwardly waddled forward. Looking up, she noticed how similar Jenny’s pixie cutt hair was to her own.
“Alright, here we are Scoots. It’s pretty calm in here today, but you’ve still got two other friends to play with. Be quiet though, cause it’s still nap time.” She said, gently opening the room’s sticker-plastered door.
Continuing to follow the women in, the anticipation she’d created for basketball court playroom was shattered the second she saw what was through the doorway. Despite the room’s equally as massive size, the floor was plush. The basket balls were replaced for much softer bigger rubber ones. The towering indoor playset and swings were replaced for a single plastic slide, a playpen, a cubbie full of plush toys, and a multitude of baby swings and baby bouncers. In fact, with the exception of a microwave, fridge, and a some food preparation equipment; the entirety of room was very evidently a nursery meant to accommodate children a fraction of her age.
“Hmm, well before I wake up the other babies. Let me check something.” She said, gently shutting the door and locking it. Crouching down on Scootaloo’s level she smiled, “So, obviously you’re new to this place. So, is there anything you can tell me about yourself so I can know you a bit better.?” she questioned.
“Oh, um. Well, my name is Scootaloo. I’m Fluttershy’s niece, I like drawing and coloring. My favorite bird is a blue jay, and oh- um, I really like fruit ” Scootaloo answered, nervously rubbing her arm a bit.
“Heh, woow. I didn’t know Fluttershy had a niece, especially one with such a cool name” Jenny complimented. Folding her arms for balance, “You know, I’m a big fan of fruit myself. What kinda fruits do you like?” She asked, bemusing the girl.
“Oh, um. I like cherries, and bananas, and apples, and um-uh, oranges.” Scootaloo said, counting the number of fruits she listed on her hand.
“Wow, you know some big words!” Jenny complimented again, a little surprised by the girl’s vocabulary. Glancing down at the girl’s Velcro sneakers, she smiled “Why, you are you in first grade right now?”
Scootaloo stuck her tongue out for a little bit then shook her head.
“Hmm, so you’re not in the first grade.” Jenny smirked a bit. Tilting her head to the side, she speculated, “Ooh, does Fluttershy help you with your reading? Cause it seems like you have a gift!”
“Mmmhmm!” Scootaloo nodded, kicking grinding her right foot on the room’s white carpet a bit. “Flutteshy says that I’m a good reader for my age.” She articulated, before a loud grumble from her tummy stole her own attention.
Hearing the rather loud girrgily noise, Jenny covered her mouth with her palm. “Hehe, oh dear. You’re probably a little hungry, aren’t you?” She questioned, looking back at the massive green analog clock hanging on the nursery’s side wall. “I suppose it is about time for lunch. Wanna meet the other two children.”
Smiling uneasily as she felt a knot loosen in her stomach, Scootaloo nodded her head. “Sure, I could eat something.”
“Heh, well I hope you wouldn’t eat the other kids. But, I guess you can if you’re hungry enough” Jenny giggled as she walked over to the room’s napping corner. Reaching into one of the nursery’s few cots, she hoisted a girl not older than three years of age out of her crib. “Good morning Tai, how’d Jenny’s favorite baby?” she cooed, coddling the girl fondly.
Scootaloo, who was still standing idly by the doorway, gazed nostalgically at the scene of the toddler held close to the lady’s chest.
Walking up to the room’s other resident, Jenny stuck out her foot and lightly kicked a much bigger boy’s butt. “Comet, honey, it’s time for lunch.” She said, continuing to stand idly over the boy. Planting a tiny kiss on the still hazy toddler’s forehead, she smirked, “I know you didn’t really fall asleep. I promise I won’t make you eat any veggies for lunch.”
“No Veggies?” Comet exclaimed, excitedly springing to life on his sleeping matt. Unlike his nursery compatriot who was dawned in nothing but a diaper, a plain butterfly covered onesie, and a pink pacifier. He was well dressed in a pair of boyish kachi shorts and blue spider clip-art shirt. Glancing curiously at the doorway, he smiled, “Oooh, another person.”
Scootaloo, stared over at the child the same way a deer caught in the headlights would. Folding her arms nervously over her already unruly tummy she smirked, “H-hiya.”
“Heh, you can go take a seat at the big kid table alongside Comet. I’ve gotta get the baby here into her highchair.” Jenny said, walking over to the room’s lone dining area- a massive blue plastic dining table with four multicolored plastic stoles and three rainbow confetti colored highchairs surrounding the main table’s outer banks.
“Hehe, don’t be so shy.” Comet said, combing his messy locks over his head. Skipping over to the dining room table, he chose a red seated plastic seat on the far side of the table. “What’s your favorite color? I haven’t seen you before, you seem new here. My mommy works at the jewelry store across the mall so I’m here every day.”
“Uh, blue?” Scootaloo said, trying her best to mask her waddle as she went over to the table. Grabbing onto the rim of the table, she kept a hold of it as she ungracefully planted her bottom onto the hard plastic seat.
“Hehe, you walk weird.” Comet giggled, playfully kicking his feet as he looked incipiently for his teacher.
Jenny, who was just finishing buckling up the youngest of the three turned back a little unamused. “Comet, quiet. Scootaloo walks perfectly fine.” Grabbing a cutesy sky-blue bib out of her apron pocket, she leaned in and began fastening it around Tai’s neck. “All people learn different skills at different times. Scootaloo might not be the best runner, but she is very good with words.”
Smirking a bit, Scootaloo continued to uncomfortably rock from side to side in her seat, genuinely a little flustered by her situation. “I-um.” Was all she managed to mutter before her mouth went agape. To her horror, rather than passing gas like she wanted. She felt the straining tension in her tummy flush- followed by an uncomfortably hot senseation eveloping the seat of her diaper.
“Hmm?” Comet questioned, before glancing over at the room’s sole caretaker. To his delight, he watched as Jenny approached the table with two plates equal parts PBJ sandwich and appleslices.
“Okay- so who had the PBJ and who had the PBJ?” She joked, bending over to set the plates on the table. However, the second she caught wind of the eldest child’s ‘accident’ her expression turned inquistical and a little grossed out. “O-oh my. D-do you needa potty break, uh, Scootaloo?”
Looking up at the women, she offered her hand.
“Oh, hehe. Of course.” Jenny nodded, grabbing the child’s hand then turned to face the. “Alright, Comet. If anything comes up just holler.” She said, turning her head back briefly, “Also, don’t eat Scootaloo’s PBJ. I’ve got another one if you’re hungry.”
Hopping off of her seat, Scootaloo vainly attempted to walk properly, as if there wasn’t a load weighing down the seat of her pants
“Okay Scootaloo, I’m not mad, I’m not gonna judge, but do you really have to use the potty. Or, do you need a whole new pair of panties?” Jenny questioned in the quietest tone she could as she walked to the nursery’s lone bathroom.
Scootaloo, who was busy watching her sneakers crush the room’s carpet as she treaded on it, nonchalantly answered, “Umm, I don’t wear panties.”
Stopping just a few steps short of the bathroom, Jenny staired at the unisex bathroom sign in disbelief. Letting go of Scootaloo’s hand, she turned to face the girl and crouched down a bit. “Scootaloo, are you potty training right now?”
Stairing at the woman in a blank, flustered expression, Scootaloo shook her head.
“Oh dear.” Jenny, muttered behind her breath. Wrapping one hand on her chin, she placed her other hand on her hip and asked the girl “Well, I bet that you don’t like being a little stinky pants do you? Stinky pants are no fun!”
Unaware of the women’s confusion, the child played along. “No, stinky pants are really bad AND icky! I don’t like the way it feels when I sit down.”
“Well, I agree! You can’t sit down for nom noms if you bum is all dirty and covered in tat.” She agreed, reaching her arms out and grabbing the child by the underarms. Hoisting her up in the air, she playfully exclaimed, “Wooooh!”
“Hehe!” Scootaloo giggled, her expression lighting up at Jenny’s sudden playfulness. To her surprise, she found herself planted on a foam mat of sorts. Unlike her changing table at home, this one seemed a little bit smaller, but still just big enough to accommodate her. Minding her surroundings, she laid her back so her head were rested nicely on the thing’s pillow.
Continuing to put up a happy façade, Jenny commented, “Ooh, my. I didn’t notice those poppers earlier.” She said, experimentally unfastening them. Swallowing a little uncomfortably due to the smell and un texture of the outfit she smirked, “I-uh. I think someone might have done a doosy in her pants.”
“Hehe, doosy-woosie.” Scootaloo giggled, kicking her feetsies just slightly as the teacher continued to unfasten her outfit.
Grabbing her stack of wet wipes from the lower cubbie, she pulled one out of it’s pack and used it to undo the denim shortall’s buttons until all of them were undone. And, just as she thought, it was a blow out.
“Hehe, doosy-woosie indeed.” Jenny agreed, continuing to do the same thing with every button of the child’s formerly white onesie until the diaper itself was expose, “Well, I think this outfit is toast.” she commented, bemused by the condition of piece.
Fairly comfortable with the situation at hand, Scootaloo staired up longingly at the tropical-styled mobile as it flew over head. “Ooh, a palm tree? I’ve always wanted to go to the beach.” She excitedly exclaimed.”
Holding back the temptation to pinch her nose, Jenny nodded her head passively. “Oooh, I bet you would honey. Beaches are super-duper fun places to be.” She said, as she began to untape the child’s diaper. “You’ve never been to one?” She asked, attempting to maintain her patience.
“Nope, not that I remember anyway.” Scootaloo answered, looking down at her tummy as she watched her caretaker work her magic. “ I used to do fun stuff with my mommy and daddy. But when my daddy died we kinda quit doing stuff like that”
Jenny pushed a fresh nappy underneath her little one’s bottom, and stopped with her palms rested downwards on the tapes. “I-I’m sorry to hear that.” She said a little more sincerely.
“I-It’s fine.” Scootaloo said, vainly swatting her hand in the air as if to reach for the palm tree. “I mean, Fluttershy wants to lots of fun stuff you know.”
Warming her expression a bit, Jenny took a deep breath as she taped the babyish nappy snuggly around her little one’s bare bum. “Oooh, Scootaloo. I know that things might be going rough in your family right now- why it seems that you’re not even living with your mommy right now. But, I promise you, you still have so much fun and excitement to look forward to.”
“Hmm?” Scootaloo questioned, breaking her focus away from the mobile hanging over her head. Glancing down at her tummy, she watched as the woman tugged the fabric around her waist.
“Pumpkin, I’m gonna need you to lift your butt up for just a sec while I get these icky clothes off you.” She said, patting the front of the girl’s nappy.
Following the woman’s lead, Scootaloo spread her legs and contorted her waist up. “Her and I do fun stuff sometimes, but I don’t know if I wanna go to the beach dressed all like a baby. I mean, what if someone sees me” She answered, earnestly.
Rolling the flap of her onesie and the lower half of her denim romper into a fold, she began tugging to the two articles of clothing up the girl’s back. “Well, trust me, unless you’re doing something to garner attention, no one is gonna care if you’re dressed as a baby or not, Scootaloo. How old are you anyway, six, eight?”
Swallowing a bit, Scootaloo winced, “I’m four- I mean, seven.”
“Seven years old and still in diapers.” Jenny sounded with a melodramatic ‘tsk’. Continuing to arch the remaining fabric off the little one’s shoulders, she left Scootaloo laying back on the mat in nothing but her baby diaper. “I’m a little curious. Do you have issues using the potty or did you ask to wear diaper again?” She asked, folding the clothes into a nice ball.
Sitting up, she brought her thighs close to her chest. “Y-yeah, I asked to wear diapers and stuff a while ago.” She muttered, hiding her increasingly rosey face behind her knees.
“Mmm, is that so?” Jenny said, keeping her one hand close to her side as she reached out with the other one, “Well, that’s nothing to be ashamed of dear. It’s perfectly natural for little ones to cling to their babyhood; especially when they lose someone as important as their mommy or daddy. Do you feel more comfortable wearing diapers?”
The instant Scootaloo felt Jenny’s warm hand on her back, she felt herself shrink to half her size. “W-what do you care? Y-you’re just a stranger!” She retorted, half choked on her anxiety.
Jenny continued to run her palm up and down her little one’s back, “I care because I’m a nice teacher and wanna help all the little ones who come into this nursery be the best person they can be. ” She answered, slowing the motion of her hand as she graced her hand down the girl’s bare shoulder blade.
Scootaloo began slowly leaning back against the woman’s hand. Taking a deep breath, she nodded, “Y-yeah, they make me feel more comfortable.”
“Awh. Well that’s okay dear, it’s alright to hold onto that stuff if it makes you feel secure.” Jenny said, stopping her hand at the lower back, “Everyone needs to feel secure being themselves. But, diapers, bonnets, and binkies aren’t the best thing for a big girl to hold onto ”
Snapping out of her own emotional stupor, the rosy cheeked girl folded her feet together and looked over at Jenny from the side, “Trust me, I know, but that kinda stuff makes me feel comfortable. Plus, I like looking cute/ ”
“Well, Scootaloo. You’re your own person and at the end of the day you should do what makes you happy.” The woman said, taking her hand off for the girl. “But, another big part about being a person is growing and learning how to adopt to the world. Why-“ She paused for a brief second to pull out a rather bulky chipped pink pacifier covered in a glittery butterflies, “You see this dummy?”
“Y-yeah.” Scootaloo said, unfolding her legs just a little as she glanced at the woman’s hand.
Smiling, she held it high in the air. “I slept with every night until I turned five.” She said, holding it out to the girl in front of her, “If it were up to me, I would’ve kept it.”
Leaning in a bit closer, Scootaloo tilted her head to the side, “R-really?”
“Really!.” She said, taking the extra step to put the pacifier in the girl’s hand. “I climb into my bed every night at nine, my mommy would tuck me in, and then I’d asked her to give me my dummy; she kept it in her nightstand during the days so I wouldn’t lose it.”
Scootaloo, glanced down at the pacifier in her hand and gripped it tightly, wrapping her little fingers around it’s plastic shield, “W-why did you let go of it?”
“Oh honey.” Jenny said, reaching her hand out again and setting it on the girl’s shoulder. “Well, one day I had a couple of friends from class over for a sleepover and I had to make the choice over whether or not I wanted to hold onto my binky and make a fool of myself in front of all of my friends. Or, do what I did and ditched the thing that made me feel safe so I could focus on having fun with my frineds”. She said, letting her hand off the girl. “What I’m saying is don’t think giving up diapers and dummies and onesie will make you feel uncomfortable forever. All those things are designed to make little ones as relaxed as possible. But, sometimes experiencing the most wonderful and fun things in life require you break away from the things that make you feel the most safe. You know, put your will against the world, if you would.”
Scootaloo continued to quietly breath, staring passively at the cartoon covered diaper buldging awkwardly in-between her legs. “B-But I-I don’t wanna give up my stuff yet. I-I’m still not read” She whined, stairing back up at the woman with an uneasy expression on her face.
Smiling sympathetically, Jenny cooed, “Awwh, honey. It’s not like you have to give up your baby stuff anytime soon, I just wanted you to consider whether or not you really need them to have fun.” She said, gesturing for the girl to give back the tattered pacifier. “Deciding to give them up is a choice for you and your aunt to make.”
“I-I guess I can talk to Fluttershy about it.” Scootaloo confessed, as she lifted the pacifier up by it’s ring.
“That’a girl.” Jenny encouraged, grabbing the old pacifier and tucking it back into her apron “Now, normally I would let someone your age go right back to the table and sit down. Buuuut, I’ve got a strict policy on diaper dependent kids eating unsupervised. I hope you understand.”
Her expression perking a bit, she scooted her butt closer to the edge of the changing table and swung her legs off the side. “R-really? Wait, but what about clothes?”
“Heh, well I might have a t-shirt or something in lost in found. But, Fluttershy didn’t pack an extra change of shorts for you and I don’t have any. So, it looks like you’re gonna to be rocking your diapers.” Jenny answered, walking over to a lone bin underneath the changing table.
Smirking a bit, Scootaloo looked at the cartoonish print of her pampers than up at the other two kids in the room. “Hmm, this room is a lot smaller than I thought.” She said, setting her hands in her lap.
Picking up a baby blue t-shirt with an easter-like bunny print on it, Jenny smiled, “Heh, isn’t it. Trust me, a lot smaller than the bigger you get.”
With a delighted expression on her face, Sweetie lifted her ham sandwich right up to her mouth and nommed it. Looking up at her booth’s hanging light fixture, she glanced up and couldn’t help but notice its ornate tiger-eye shaded glass exterior.
“Heh, I told you this was a nice place to eat.” Fluttershy smiled, bringing a clear plastic cup filled with frosted coffee to her mouth. Taking a small sip, she leaned back in her seat a little.
Swallowing her bite, Sweetie looked over the woman and exclaimed, “Believe it or not, but I’ve actually never been to a coffee shop. Like, Rarity gets coffee all the time, but she’s never taken me to a coffee place.”
Continuing to lightly sip on her drink, Fluttershy smiled a little at the girl’s statement. “Well even though coffee- or frappes in my case- are healthier than regular soft drinks or juices, it’s still not the best thing for a person to drink. Especially if it has a blast of expresso or something. In fact, I only really drink coffee on days where I feel like I’ll need the energy.”
“But I thought you said you drank coffee every morning.” Sweetie questioned, taking another bite of her sandwich.
“Heh, bingo.” Fluttershy answered, with a wink.
Smiling at the woman’s cleverness, she put the sandwich back down on her plate and giggled. Wiping the few crumbs off her violet skirt, she questioned, “I guess I should ask in case I ever end up babysitting for you.” She said, looking over at the woman, “Do you let Scootaloo drink soda at all?”
“Hmm.” Fluttershy mused, brushing her hair off to the side. “Well, yes I do let Scootaloo drink soda. Although, not more than a can a day. Considering how much fruit she has a day, I really try not to overdo it with sugary drinks and stuff.”
“Huh? Why can’t she have soda if she has fruit? I mean, is she, like, diabetic or something? She definitely isn’t fat.” Sweetie exclaimed, grabbing a hold of her strawberry smoothie.
Leaning forward a bit, Fluttershy reached over and grabbed a white packet out a small metal basket on the table. Holding it up in the air with a pinch, she questioned the girl, “Well, you see this right?”
Sweetie Belle nodded.
“Well, each of these packets probably contain about 3 grams of sugar. Your average can of soda has about 10 of these.” She says, picking out additional packets with her free hand and setting all of them on the table.
Puckering her lips a bit, Sweetie Belle nodded again.
Smiling, Fluttershy continued her preaching: “Well, the recommended amount of sugar for a woman my size is about 30 grams.” She said, holding back three of the white packets. “As you can see, even a single soda can for me is too much. You can imagine how bad one of those sodas is for a girl Scootaloo’s size.”
“Yeah, but like- why is sugar bad?” Sweetie asked, continuing to sip her smoothie.
“Well, an excess of sugar isn’t going to be life threatening or anything. But, too much of it in a person’s diet, even for an active girl like Scootaloo, can overwhelm their liver and cause things like poor digestion, fatigue, weight gain, and can mess up their sleep schedule.” Fluttershy said, picking up all the packets and sticking them back into the basket.
Nodding halfheartedly, Sweetie Belle raised an eyebrow, “Huh. Well, thanks for the lesson I-uh- guess.” She said, continuing to sip on her smoothie.
Blushing a little, Fluttershy folded her arms and leaned on the table. “Sorry if that was a bit much, Sweetie. I just thought I’d give you some context. I don’t think enough people know how delicate sugar consumption is.”
“Heh, it’s fine, Fluttershy.” Sweetie Belle empathized, reaching out a hand and patting the woman’s arm, “If I knew as much about health and stuff as you do, I’d probably talk everybody’s ear off about it as well.”
“Mmmhmm. I’m sure you’re a little geeky about something yourself.” The woman replied, tilting her head to the side quietly, “I know you want to get into babysitting, but what kind of thing do you want to do for a living. Or, do you know yet?”
Leaning back a bit, Sweetie shrugged her shoulders. “I was thinking I might get into teaching, you know? I just like the idea of helping kids get into reading and writing as much as I am.”
With a warm expression on her face, Fluttershy leaned her head in and gushed. “Right? I mean, I can’t really say for certain because I’ve always been more of a nanny than a teacher. But, there really is something special about broadening people’s perspectives.”
“Hehe, yeah. I’ve only babysat for my neighbor friend a couple of times. But, the older I get, the more willing my parents are to have me babysit for other people.” Sweetie exclaimed, kicking her feet excitedly under the table, “I’m hoping to do it as a part time job once I turn fifteen!”
“Well that’s good, it’s always nice to have goals.” Fluttershy answered, picking up her frosted coffee again. Leaning on the ornate wooden booth, she told the girl: “You know, I don’t know how much longer Scootaloo will go through this ‘baby’ phase she’s going through. But, I trust you enough to keep things confidential if you want to babysit her. Why, I’ll even pay you.”
Bringing her knees together, Sweetie Belle’s mouth went agape, “Really? Like, in the future?”
Flinching a little at the sudden burst in volume, Fluttershy nodded her head. “Mmmhmm. I’m usually pretty content with taking care of her. But, I’m sure I’ll want a night off or something eventually. She might act like a baby, but I’m sure she can dial it down a bit for a night if she has to.”
“Hehe, right.” Sweetie Belle replied, grabbing the smoothie with both of her hands, “You think we should go to pick her up?”
“Yeah, I suppose so.” Fluttershy replied, scooting over to the end of the booth. Standing up, she stretched her arms up in the air and yawned.
***
“Alright Scoots, lift your arms big and tall.” Jenny encouraged, holding the base of the t-shirt open with her hands. Smiling kindly, she leaned in draping it over the girl’s head and shoulders.
A little off-taken by the actions, Scootaloo watched as her vision of the ceiling was eclipsed by a shroud of blue cotton. “Eep!” she exclaimed, feeling as the fabric was tugged over her head, followed by the tactile sensation of Jenny adjusting her arms so that they were pressed up against her chest.
“Okay, now just spread your arms out through the arm holes like a big girl!” The woman cooed eagerly shaking both her hands like she was holding onto a pair of maracas.
Internally rolling her eyes, Scootaloo kept her lips pursed as she pushed outwards with her hands; effortlessly slipping her hand through the t-shirt’s open holes.
Clapping her hands, Jenny stood back up and cheered, “Woohoo! Go Scootaloo. Who’s a big girl?”
“M-meee.” Scootaloo moaned in a halfhearted manner as she tugged down on her new bunny printed t-shirt.”
Continuing to idly pace forward, the silver haired woman gestured with her hand for the girl to move forward. “Come on Scoots, we need to get lunch started. We’re already behind schedule.”
Looking up at the woman who seemed to tower over her even more so than before, she awkwardly dawdled forward, a little unfarmilar with the prospect of walking in her shoes with no trousers. Looking down at her cartoon printed trainers, she watched as her rubbery shoes mushed down the plush white carpet beneath her.
Treading over the lone colourful foam matt that sat underneath the room’s ‘playground’, Scootaloo finally made her way to the lunch table she’d abandoned earlier. Smiling shyly at Comet, she leaned over on the stale plastic table and sat down.
“Uhhhh.” Comet sounded, smirking deviously as he watched Jenny stare down at the girl with a puzzled expression on her face and her hands on her hips. All the while, Scootaloo fought to figure out what he was smiling about.
Glancing over at the snarky boy, then down at Scootaloo’s bob-cut covered head, Jenny sighed. Reaching down, she placed her hand on the girl’s shoulder, “Scootaloo, you have to get up. That’s not your seat.”
Still flustered by the boy’s expression, Scootaloo’s mouth went slightly agape as she looked back at the woman.
Keeping a stern but sympathetic expression on her face, she kept a hand planted on the girl’s shoulder as she told her, “Scootaloo. I know I didn’t mention it earlier, but the lunch table is only for big boys and girls. You’re not a big girl.”
“B-but I was sitting here earlier.” Scootaloo whined, her hands still clung to the corner of the big blue plastic table; as if the approval from Comet really meant something.
Smiling passively, she glanced briefly over the Comet’s amused expression then back down at the girl’s glossy eyes. “Ooh, honey. That was before you make an uh-oh in your pants and I found out you were just a big baby.” She cooed, reaching down and grabbing the girl by the underarms.
Feeling the woman’s hand grasp around her sides, the young girl couldn’t help but passively kick her legs in a vain defiance. “B-buh I’m notta baby. I-I can talk!”
“Well that’s cute dear.” Jenny cooed, as she continued to effortlessly lift the girl in the air. Bringing her over to the highchair adjacent to the room’s ‘other baby’, she set her inside.
Sinking back into the highchair’s plush rainbow speckled white padding, she couldn’t help but keep her hands passively held against her chest as she stared at the woman.
Reaching behind the contraption’s sizable plastic tray, she pulled the bottom part of the harness up and began pulling the one of the straps over the little one’s shoulders. “Scoots, I know you’re very book smart. But, I have rules against letting kids who haven’t begun potty trained eat at the big kid table.” She stated, pulling the second strap of the harness over the girl’s shoulder, “It’s nothing against you, I just don’t want to be unfair to someone like Comet who had to wait a loooong time to sit at the big kid table.”
“Heyy!” Comet whine, glaring at the teacher.
“Hehe, as I was saying.” Jenny said, stopping for just a second to give the highchair’s white nylon an experimental tug, “I just don’t want you eating unsupervised is all” She argued, playfully ruffling the girl’s hair before departing.
She watched, disappointed as her caretaker left for the room’s lone refrigerator, she crossed her arms and pouted. Sitting in the same contraption as the room’s resident two-year-old, she couldn’t help but feel a little too little.
Unaware of the child’s mood, Jenny continued to fetch lunch for the remaining children. Shutting the fridge behind her, she walked right by Comet and approached the little ones with identical plastic green plates.
Tai, being a happy toddler, bounced up and down excitedly at the sight of her lunch. Not only was Jenny approaching her with a big grin, but she also had food.
Scootaloo on the other hand held a much saltier expression on her face, still a little too annoyed about the patronization to accept her fate. “B-but I want my sandwich!” She whined, looking down at the plate, noticing a compartment of dry cereal, pink grapes, and a slurry of applesauce.
“Jeennnnnny! Do I have to wait on the babies to eat?” Comet exclaimed, slumping in his seat dramatically, not particularly happy to have to sit any longer than he needed to.
“Babies? I’m not a baby!” Scootaloo whined, leaning in on her highchair tray and shooting the boy an annoying glare.
Jenny, who’d just set down the plates and two rubber tipped spoons smirked. “Shhh, don’t-“
“Not a baby? What kind of big kid wears diapers and poops her pants?” Comet snarkily replied, leaning onto the big blue table, resting his chin on both his hands.
Snapping her head back a bit, Jenny glared at the little boy, “Comet, you know better than to be mean like that. Now say you’re sorry.”
Rolling his eyes, Comet muttered, “Fine, I’m sorry.”
Not wanting the situation to escalate any more, Jenny nodded a little. “Good, you’re excused. Just don’t get into anything, or I’ll have you in one of these highchairs next.
Tai, who couldn’t care less drooled a bit reaching down with her hand and grabbing a fistful of cereal with her hand. Bringing it to her mouth, she threw it in her mouth and quietly nommed it, savoring its dull sweet flavor. Staring passively in front of her, she watched as Comet scurried away to the room’s playset.
Glancing at Scootaloo, Jenny set her spoon down into the sauce and quietly grabbed a second sky-blue apron for her. In a somewhat devious manner, she smiled at the child and began fastening the piece around her neck. “You know, for being the oldest kid here, you definitely are the fussiest. Why, if you’re gonna be a big baby, why not have fun like little Tai here?”
“Caaaaause.” Scootaloo groaned staring at the woman face to face with a slightly perplexed expression on her face.
“Cause you wanna be a little fussing butt?” Jenny asserted, backing off a little as she finished dressing Scootaloo in her bib.
Continuing to grab onto the highchair’s plastic chair, she whined, “Nooo! I just don’t wanna be compared to a little baby! I-I’m still a big girl!”
Covering her mouth in a melodramatic manner, Jenny masked her smile, enjoying her opportunity to toy with the girl. “Huh? But, Tai is sucha good girl. Isn’t that right, Tai?” she questioned, looking towards the toddler’s direction.
Seeing the woman’s perky golden eyes again, Tai stuck out her tongue a bit and loosely clapped her hands.
Blushing a little bit more, Scootaloo sank into her seat as she fought to keep her seldom expression.
“Mmm. Well, we need to get this show on the road anyway.” Jenny said, scooping up some of the cereal. Smiling warmly, she cooed, “Come on honey, here comes the plaaaaane.”
“Mmmmm.” Scootaloo continues to lightly whined, tightening the intensity on her lips as the spoon moves closer and closer to her mouth. All the while, Jenny never dropped her optimistic expression.
Continuing to move the spoon back and forth, she smirked, “Oh, come on Scoots. I know that you can understand me. Please try it, for me?”
Scootaloo shook her head.
Tilting her head to the side, Jenny attempted to empathize with the girl. Tilting down the spoon, she poured the cereal back into its compartment and pointed it down at the applesauce. “Do you want any applesauce? Maybe grapes? I know you like fruit.”
“Mmmmm!” Scootaloo continued to fuss, tucking her hands into her lap.
Attempting not to sound too frustrated, Jenny raised an eyebrow and offered the spoon to the girl. “Do YOU wanna feed yourself?”
Once again, Scootaloo shook her head in the vain hope that she’d be able to argue her way out of her highchair.
“Honey, you need to eat something.” Jenny argued, putting the spoon back down and placing her hands on her hips. Tightening her expression, she threatened, “If you don’t. Then I’m going to grab a bottle from the fridge, we’re going to go sit in the rocking chair in the story book area, and you’re going to sit on my lap until you finish it. Understood?”
Frowning a little, Scootaloo huffed a little and nodded, “O-okay. I-I’ll eat.”
Perking up her expression a bit, Jenny loosened her posture and nodded, “Good girl. Now, hurry up, little Tai here is almost done and she’s gonna be fussy if she doesn’t leave soon.”
Reluctantly, Scootaloo reached down with her little hand, gripping the spoon in a lack-luster manner. Dipping the rubber tipped utensil into the applesauce, she brought it up to her lips and passively nommed it. To her delight, it was surprisingly sweet and fresh tasting; despite clearly being on the plate for quite some time.
The caretaker continued to watch the girl with her arms crossed, admiring Scootaloo’s struggle not to grin at the taste. “See, doesn’t that taste super-duper good Scoots? Why, it seems like some little girl looooves her applesauce.”
Continuing to quietly spoon the apple puree, Scootaloo’s expression melted into a bit of a flustered grin.
“Awwh, she DOES love her applesauce, doesn’t she?” The woman continued to coo, confident that she had broken down Scootaloo’s stubbornness. Placing a single hand on her hip and the other on her chin, she teased the girl, “Why, I bet you were just being shy weren’t you?”
Scootaloo, who had just about finished the applesauce given to her, gently nodded as her stubborn facade crumbled underneath the tone of her caretaker’s voice. Smiling sheepishly, she picked up a few grapes with a clenched fist and pressed them sloppily up against her mouth.
“Hehe, see. I knew I was dealing with a big baby bumpkin.” Jenny teased, satisfied to see her little one eagerly dig into her food. Turning away from Scootaloo, she walked back over to the kitchen area and began sorting through its cabinets.
Skipping the dry cereal on her plate, Scootaloo reached right for the dozen or so grapes clustered on her plate. Pinching a few of them with her hand, she brought them up to her mouth and opened it as wide as possible. Much to her surprise, Jenny had dispersed. Looking around the room, she eventually spotted her caretaker spooning the contents of a big blue tin into something she could quite see.
Ignoring the woman, she turned her attention elsewhere as she began bringing another few grapes to her mouth. Focusing on the toddler in the highchair to her left, she couldn’t help but beam at how equally slobbish-ly she was eating her food. Biting down on the grapes in her mouth, she couldn’t help but bask in their overbearing sweetness; letting the excess juices run down her chin and stain her bib.
Looking over at the much older old, Tai couldn’t help but reflect her unruly grin. “Siwwy!” she cheered, pointing at the girl.
Scootaloo smirked in a bit of a slaphappy manner. Looking down at diaper underneath her loosely fastened vynil harness, she began giggling. “I siwwy baby!”
“Siwwy baby!” Tai giggled, clapping her hands in an uncoordinated manner.
Sticking her tongue out just slightly, Scootaloo brought the last of the grapes up to her mouth and began quietly chewing; letting the juice continue to drip all over her bib and diaper. Smiling, she glanced down as she dirtied the few clothes she had and giggled, “Hehe, Siwwy baby.”
“Siwwy baby. More like messy baby.” Jenny replied, setting her new items onto the room’s one empty highchair. Walking over to Tai, she ruffled her hair. “I’m glad to see you’re getting along though. Why, it sounds like Tai learned a new word.” She said, smiling at the little girl.
Responding in her regular jovially enthralled manner, Tai nodded her head and clapped her hands.
Amused at Tai’s giddiness, a quick turn of the head revealed her caretaker standing with two very cutesy bottles in her hand. Holding out her hand, Scootaloo smiled sheepishly as she grabbed hers.
“Babies under three always receive a baba after their meal. After all, nutrients are important for young girls.” Jenny stated, turning and handing Tai her bottle.
Holding the lukewarm bottle of formula in her two hands, she brought it up to her lips and nommed it’s top. She kept her eyes planted on the bottle as she suckled on it, contently. Unlike the type she’d had before, this one surprisingly had a slight vitamin taste to it. Almost like it’s typical milk flavoring were mixed with a cherry.
to her side, she watched as the little girl right next took the bottle with a far more ‘excited’ approach by holding the thing straight up in the air and drinking it like a hamster.
*Knock knock knock*
“Ooh, Scootaloo. I think your aunty might be here.” Jenny said, walking over to the door.
Scootaloo glanced over at the white school like door as it was cracked open, revealing her aunt standing with her hands placed squarely on her hips.
“Jenny!” The pink haired woman cheered, rushing the woman and embracing her in a big hug. “Oooh, sorry for not saying hi. I was trying to get my other little one fed and whatnot before the coffee shop got too crowded”.
Smiling kindly, Jenny hugged the woman back before the two broke away from each other. “It’s understandable. I can only imagine how busy the mall is around this time of day. You’re doing alright recently, aren’t you? I know you’ve taken it upon yourself to adopt a girl.”
“Yeah.” Fluttershy sounded, rubbing the back of her head. Shaking her once to brush her bangs to the side, she grimaced, “Yeeeeah. Sorry I haven’t been keeping you too up to date with things. Obviously Scootaloo and I have been uh- busy getting to know each other better and stuff.”
Nodding her head, Jenny snickered, “Heh, I understand. You can catch me up on your situation later. You still have my number, right?”
“Mmmhmm!” Fluttershy confirmed, glancing over at her little one and giving her a small wave.
Smirking in a slightly inebriated manner, Scootaloo could feel her face flush with a dull warmth as she sank further into the plush padding of her highchair. With one of her hands still occupied with her bottle, she did a little shimmy with her free one.
Continuing to approach her little one, she raised an eyebrow the second her eye came in contact with the blue bunny shirt “Oooh, I see someone has a new outfit?” then looked back at Jenny. “How’d that happened? Was she playing dress up?”
“Nooo.” Jenny responded, walking back over to dining area herself. “Actually, miss poopy pants here had a reeeeeealy bad blowout.” She said, tugging at the girl’s baby blue shirt, “thanks for not telling me she wasn’t potty trained, by the way”
Indulding in her opportunity to tease her niece, Fluttershy cooed, “Hehe, it’s nawt the first time she’s done that. Is it Scootaloo?” She questioned ruffling her hair.
“Y-yeahhh.” Scootaloo responded, her tongue still slightly suppressed by the rubber nipple of her pacifier.
“Well I can either send the clothes with you in a vacuum sealed bag or I can throw them away for you.” Jenny clarified, reaching her arms around either side of the highchair, pressing down on two separate buttons, and detaching the tray from the main piece of furniture.
Looking down at her girl, Fluttershy couldn’t help but smirk. “You can just toss them, we were about to go clothes shopping anyway. Oh, heh. I see someone is rocking her undies.”
Lowering the bottle from her mouth, Scootaloo pressed her knees together in a vain attempt to cover up her pants situation. “Nooo, I’m not doing it voluntarily.”
Setting the tray on the main lunch table. “She’s telling the truth.” Jenny reassured, moving on to undoing the kid’s harness. “We got a ton of bunny shirts from the Sydney’s clothing store at the end of mall, following some lackluster Easter sales. So, given Scootaloo’s size, it was just about the only thing that’d fit her from our lost in found. Well, except one thing.”
Fluttershy raised an eyebrow. “Except on thing? What, did you have some other kind of shirt?”
“Hehe, no.” Jenny said, lifting Scootaloo by the underarms and lowering her to the ground. Patting the girl on the head, she smiled in a bit of a devious manner. “We got a bunch of those t-shirts she’s wearing right now. But, since Sydney’s knew we have cribs for little ones to sleep. They also- well- here, let me show you.” she said, trailing off from the two.
Happy to see her aunt, Scootaloo waddled over to Fluttershy’s leg and hugged onto it. Rubbing her cheek up and down her hip.
Looking down at the girl, the aunt returned her niece’s delighted expression. “D’awh. Did you miss me pumpkin? I missed you!”
Staring up at the women, Scootaloo nodded her head excitedly.
“Oooh, at least if what Scootaloo has told me is true, I think you’ll both like this.” Jenny called out, rushing up to the pair with a mysterious turquois- yellow chick covered- fluffy piece of fabric. Unfurling it, she revealed it was indeed a child-sized blanket sleep with some not so subtle white bunny footies sew on.
Covering her face with her baba, Scootaloo muttered a quiet, “Dear Celestia.”
“Hehe, ooh what are you talking about?” Fluttershy smiled, happily accepting the outfit from her friend. Holding it up close for a closer inspection she beamed, “Why, it might be a little too toasty to wear right now. But, the fact that the zipper goes all the way down to the leg means I’ll be able to change you at night without even having to completely undress you. Isn’t that great.”
Her face a painfully obvious hue of red, she just responded with a single drawn out head nod.
Amused by the little one, Jenny ruffled her hair. “Well scamp, I won’t keep you and your aunty waiting. You stay out of trouble now.”
“Hmm. Scootaloo, Jenny gave you something very nice.” Fluttershy said, grabbing her niece by the underarms and hoisting her into a small cradle hold. “What do we tell people that do nice things for us?’
“Thannnkyou.” Scootaloo answered half-heartedly, leaning into Fluttershy’s embrace for support.
Smiling, Jenny waved. “You’re welcome, Scoots. You have a good day!” Watching as the two left her room, she felt a certain rush of relief sweep over her. It made her happy to see her kids leave more happy than when they entered in. Well, except for Comet of course.
“Awwwh, you are a little cuddle bug aren’t you sweetie?” Fluttershy cooed, rubbing hand up and down her little one’s back. Patting her diapered butt she continued to swaddle the girl, “Do you want me to keep holding you, or do you wanna sit in your buggy for a bit?”
Seeing Sweetie Belle’s perky face standing beyond her aunt, Scootaloo ducked her head down as if to hide- despite the fact that everything above her nose was still very much visible. “Y-yeah!”
Watching patiently as Fluttershy carried over her kid, Sweetie Belle kept both her hands planted on the stroller’s handles. “Heh, hiya Scootaloo. How was your stay at daycare?”
“It was good.” Scootaloo replied nonchalantly as she was lowered back into the contraption. Looking down, she adjusted her feet accordingly to slip through their respective leg holes as she sat down. “A bit boring, but it went better than expected.”
“Hehe, Fluttershy. Why isn’t Scootaloo wearing pants?” Sweetie Belle questioned, peaking her head over the side the stroller. Looking down at the girl, she grinned, “How’d you do that, Scootaloo?”
Glancing up at the girl, she puckered her lips and went “Uhhhh.”
Interjecting, Fluttershy set her hand on Sweetie Belle’s shoulder and smiled, “Scootaloo had an accident and might have ruined her last outfit. They did end up giving her a bottle and…” she paused, unrolling the new onesie with her free hand, “This!”
“Oooh, that’s so cute!” Sweetie Belle added, grabbing the footie pajamas and holding them high in the air. Bundling the piece up into a ball, she hugged it a bit- rubbing her cheek against it. “Ooh, it’s like an actual blanket. It feels super-duper soft!”
Looking back, Fluttershy waved her hand at the desk lady then reassumed procession over her niece’s stroller. Pushing it towards the nursery’s open store gate, she looked over at the other girl, “Well Sweetie, they call them blanket sleepers for a reason.”
Continuing to hold the fabric in her arms, Sweetie Belle kept cuddling it as the group made their way back onto the mall’s marble court. Glancing down at the bundle, she kept slowly turning it in her hands, “Hmm, I bet it’d be super-duper cozy.”
“Hehe, well if you want one I’m sure we could find you one.” Fluttershy added, continuing to gaze passively at the decedent mall’s ornate store displays. From each side of her, there were dozens of lit store displays showing off fancy jewelry, expensive clothing, the newest most cutting-edge electronics, toys, and- of course- food.
“Oooh, I dunno.” Sweetie Belle said, her eyes quietly fixed on a picture of a bowl of ice-cream with an alluring periwinkle blue and lavender swirl. Ignoring her desire to indulge in yet another fruit-flavored frozen treat, she looked over at the woman, “I mean, I’m not insecure or anything about being seen in something ‘kid’ like. But, especially right now it seems like it’d be really hot. Let alone the fact that it might be a bad influence on the little one.” She teased.
‘Heyyy’ Scootaloo thought to herself as she eavesdropped from her carriage-like baby contraption. Laying her head back on its rest, she stared passively at the same ice-cream sign as her friend. However, instead of inspiring her to crave ice-cream. It reminded her of something… she still had her bottle of formula in her hand. Bringing the container up to her lips with both of her hands, she lazed her head to the side a little.
“Heh, well I don’t know about that. I’m pretty sure Scootaloo is going to keep being a big baby as long as she feels like being a big baby.” Fluttershy said, personally encapsulated by the aroma of one of the mall’s pastry shops. Ignoring her urge to eat, she kept pushing the stoller along. “That being said, I’m not really sure we’d have any luck finding of a pair of them for you around this time of year. I mean, I have diapers that’d fit you. But not pajamas- or at least not footie pajamas,”
Covering her backside with her hands, Sweetie Belle snickered, “Hehe, eww. You couldn’t pay me to wear diapers.”
Scootaloo looked to her side, despite the fact that her vision of Sweetie was shrouded by the star-sprinkled fabric of her stroller awning. Through the fabric she could hear her aunt jest, “Well, if it’s good enough for my little girl, why not you? What makes you too high and mighty for diapers?”
“Heh, well what makes you too high and mighty for diapers, Fluttershy?” Sweetie Belle deflected, subconsciously tugging the waist of her dress a bit. “No, in all seriousness I’m not ‘too good’ for diapers. But, even for as lame as my outfits are, it’d still be definite downgrade. Not to mention, unlike Scootaloo, I’m not nearly cute enough to pass as a big baby.”
Hearing her friend’s words, Scootaloo beamed a bit as she continued suckling on her bottle.
Fluttershy shrugged her shoulders a little. “Heh, I guess you’re right. But like I said earlier, everyone outgrows their cuteness sometime in their life. You might not be able to rock diapers like my little cutie butt, Scoots. But, you at least can fill out that dress you’re wearing.”
“Fluttershy!” Sweetie Belle groaned, covering her face with both her hands.
“Heh, sorry Scootaloo. Sometimes I forget I’m not talking to one of my friends. I didn’t mean to make you blush.” The woman added, looking at a massive sign and lobby that capped off the end of the mall’s hallway. It was the exactly the clothing shop she came here for.
Looking up at the Vegas-like store sign, Sweetie Belle was blow away by the sight of thousands upon thousands of flickering bulbs blinking in a wave like pattern. “Woah, Esters? That’s like- a really expensive clothing store. Are you sure you want to take me shopping here?”
Continuing to stroll forward casually, Fluttershy nodded her head. “Mmmhmm. I know it seems like quite a lot money. But, your sister gives me free clothes all the time, so it’s no biggie.”
“Oooh, okay.” Sweetie Belle smiled, throwing the footie pajamas into the back of Scootaloo’s stroller. The instant she walked through the store front her nostrils were overwhelmed with the ornate scent of the freesia flowers lining an elaborate stone cherub fountain that sat in the middle the store. Most impressively though, was the circular sky-window that acted both as a source of natural light and to highlight the aforementioned flowers. A little taken back by the sight in front of her, folded her arms. “Hmm, this kind of seems like the kind of store my sister would shop at.”
“You’re definitely not wrong, this place is pretty notorious for its um- elegance. That being said, if you’re feeling a little bored with all the dresses, we could go to somewhere else.” Fluttershy said, looking over at the teenager.
Smirking in a bit of a sheepish manner, Sweetie Belle nodded her head. “For as like as I like dresses. If I really wanted another I could just ask my sister for one. I honestly wouldn’t mind some shorts or t-shirts or something.”
Rocking her head back and forth to crack her neck, Fluttershy replied. “Oookay. Yeah, we can go to somewhere else.” Then began turning the buggy in the opposite direction.
“Heh, sorry for not saying something sooner. I just wasn’t sure what kind of store Esters was going to be.” Sweetie said, skipping back over the woman.
“It’s alright Sweetie Belle. At least I’ll be able to let Scootaloo walk around a bit if we go elsewhere.” Fluttershy replied, looking down the second major corridor of the shopping center. “You wanna go to Clovers?”
“Clovers? I’ve never been. What’s that like?” Sweetie questioned.
Shrugging her shoulders again, Fluttershy turned the cart left and began pacing. “Ooh, you know. It’s a kind of a more casual shop. You know, more what you’re looking for. In fact, I think that’s where I bought the trainers Scootaloo is wearing. Scoots, kick your feetsies?”
“Huh?” the smallest of the three questioned, her eyes focused on a blue haired girl who was passing by on the opposite side of the hall.
“Lift your feetsies real quick, please.” Fluttershy requested.
Puckering her feet, Scootaloo lifted both her stubby legs and tugged down on her shirt as if to cover thighs up as best as possible.
Looking down at the blatantly girl looking pair of shoes, Sweetie Belle smiled. “Oh, hehe. Nice. Yeah, I mean, as long as they have shorts or skirts or something, I’m all for it.”
Sitting back in her buggy, Scootaloo noticed a girl half her size but in a similar predicament. Holding her bottle up to her lips, she nommed the thing’s rubber nipple and casually slumped back in her seat, trying to avoid eye contact with the toddler.
“Heh, alright. Well, I’m going to go look for some towels.” Fluttershy said, stretching her arms high in the air before turning to Sweetie Belle, “Would you like to look after the baby, or do you want me to? I’m good either way.”
“Hmm, I guess I’m okay with look after her.” The teen girl replied, walking up to the contraption. Looking down at her friend, she poked her shoulder. “Hehe, do you wanna buy some clothes, Scoots?”
Staring up at her friend, Scootaloo lowered the bottle and nodded.
“Hehe, well I’ll let you take the stroller. I don’t have too much experience with her in stores, but she has a tendency to doddle off.” The woman said, turning the buggy so it’s handles were facing towards the girl, “Here ya go.”
Grabbing ahold of the thing, Sweetie Belle turned her head towards the women. “Thanks. Anywhere you wanna meet up?”
Shrugging her shoulders, Fluttershy turned around. “Eh. I’m sure we’ll run into each other eventually. If something happens, just send me a text message.”
“Right.” Sweetie nodded before parting in a separate direction. Moving her way over to the junior section she asked, “So, Scoots. Are you looking for anything in particular?”
Glancing around, the small girl watched as rack after rack of colorful summary blouses and tops passed her by. Folding her arms over her tummy, she leaned back in her plush seat. “Eh. I mean I’ve been shopping for clothes twice this past week. I don’t really have anything I wanna gets.”
Amused by her friend’s sweet mannerism, Sweetie Belle heaved forward slightly. “D’aaawh. You’re so good at speaking all kiddish. Are you sure you don’t want to buy anything? I’m sure I could find you something cute to wear.”
“I dunno.” Scootaloo said, watching as she was pushed right up to an open cabinet full of jean shorts of various colors, styles, and sizes. “I don’t know if you can tell, but I haven’t exactly been too worried about clothes lately.”
Picking up a pair of black shorts, Sweetie Belle held them up and spread out the waist, glancing inside for the tag. “Hmm? I mean I’m sure we could find you something neat. I mean, I get that you’re dressing all underaged at the moment, but maybe you just need to look at some clothes to spark your interest.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Scootaloo began climbing out of her stroller. “I’m just boooooored. All I’ve done today is sat around and been a lazy butt.” She said, crawling over the plastic tray and hopping onto the store’s flat ornate carpet.
“Hmm?” Sweetie questioned, looking to her side. “Are you usually allowed to just get out of your stroller whenever you want?”
“Are YOU my aunt?” Scootaloo questioned, toddling to the back of her stroller. Bending over, she began digging into her diaper bag.
Glancing down, Sweetie Belle raised an eyebrow at the sight of her friend’s diapered butt swaying shameless as she bent over. “Heh, I’m just saying. Unless you want to die of embarrassment I wouldn’t wonder too far from me. You might look half your age, but you still look really old to be dressed like that.”
“Well duh.” Scootaloo answered as she unzipped the bag. Getting down on her knees, she plopped her padded behind on her calves and began rummaging through the bag. “I’m not planning on running off. I just wanted to find something to do.”
Crossing her arms, the bigger of the two girls tilted her head to the side. “You know, if you wanted something from the diaper bag you could’ve just told me. I’m supposed to be your baby sitter and it’s not like I’m ultra-busy with anything.”
“I know, I was just really really wanted to stretch my legs.” Scootaloo said, pulling out a rather colorful looking tablet.
Face palming, Sweetie Belle raised an eyebrow. “Oh my gosh, you really are a big little kid, aren’t you? You know I could’ve grabbed your uh- tablet- if you asked nicely right?” she commented, taking note of her friend’s perplexion with the device, “Is that even yours?”
“Yeeeeah. Fluttershy said my cell phone was kind of messed up. So, she let me have this instead.” She said, nonchalantly plopping her diapered butt on the store’s flat carpet. Glancing down at the screen, she began undoing its soft lock.
Looking down at the screen as well, Sweetie was surprised to see the selection of dress up games that Scootaloo had apparently accumulated. “Wow, you know for a girl who doesn’t like shopping, you seem to really have an affinity for dress up games, you know?”
Looking up at her friend with a bit of a sheepish smile, she shrugged her shoulders. “This is kind of a little kid tablet, so my app choices are uh- ‘limited’.”
“Well, that’s fitting isn’t it?” Sweetie cooed, reaching her hand down and ruffling her friend’s hair,
Kinking her expression, the smaller of the two girls tried to keep her composter as she began unlocking the device with her pointer finger. “Well, I AM supposed to be a big baby. At least my life isn’t gridlocked by math academies, reading, and modeling unlike some people.”
“Hmmph. Well, I’d argue with you, but I’m above arguing with little kids.” Sweetie retorted, examining a particularly sunny looking, somewhat tattered white demin romper. “Tell you what, I’m going to try this on real quick. Don’t wonder too far.”
Ignoring her friend’s wit, Scootaloo passively nodded her head as she kept her eyes glued to her tablet’s colorful backlit screen. Distracted by the unrealistically proportioned barbie-doll looking cartoon character on screen, as she pulled over various pieces of clothing and accessories onto her with the touch of her figure. That was, until she felt a presence tower right behind her.
“Excuse me, are you lost little one?” a gentle womanly voice questioned.
Feeling a cold chill run down her spine, Scootaloo cranked her head back a bit. To her relief, it was just an employee dawned in a red blazer.
“Uhhhhhhh.” Scootaloo sounded, shaking her head passively.
“Hmmph.” The woman, probably not five years older than the faux child questioned, placing her hands squarely on her shallow hips. “Well, if you’re not lost, then who’s looking after you.”
Realizing that she wasn’t exactly dressed with an heir of authority, the purple hair girl pointed her finger at the dressing room.
Raising an eyebrow, the employee questioned, “Your mommy is in the changing room?”
“Babysitter!” Scootaloo corrected, as if the insinuation was offensive.
“Oh. Hold on right here.” The young woman stated, walking over to a row of closet like structures that hugged the wall right next to them. Going to the only closed door of the bunch, the woman questioned, “Ma’am, did you leave your child and stroller outside?”
The dresser room door popped open, and Sweetie Belle poked her head out delivering a tame, but blunt, “Yes.”
Looking back at the girl, the employee replied. “Okay, well you can’t leave children under twelve unattended.”
“Oh my Celestia.” Sweetie Belle face palmed, “Here, give me a second.” She said, reaching behind her back and rezipping her dress. Taking the romper and other other clothes from off the shelf, she draped them over her shoulder and walked out.
Trying not to frustrate the older of the two girls, the young woman smiled. “You can take her into the changing closet if you want. You just can’t leave her unsupervised.
“Oh no, it’s fine.” Sweetie Belle said, non-chalantly walking by the woman and approaching her ‘little’ friend. Reaching down, she picked Scootaloo up by the underarms. “I’m sure they’ll fit alright, I do know quite a bit about a sewing after all.”
Continuing to stubbornly look at her tablet, Scootaloo did next to nothing to help her friend as she was lowered into the stroller. Feeling as her cushy diaper flattened against her backside, Scootaloo instinctively spread her legs into the appropriate sections of the divider.
“C’mon Scoots. We can go shop for your stuff now if you want.” Sweetie said, remaining the stroller handle.
“Wha? I don’t want new clothes though. Fluttershy already took me clothes shopping like a couple of days ago. Besides, clothes are dumb and overrated.” She retorted, continuing to drag and drop a variety of items with a touch of her finger.
Taking a deep breath, the older of the two girls swept off the comment as she moseyed over to one of the store’s main walk ways. “Well, Scoots. Thankfully I’m in charge here, because your aunt made it very clear to me that you needed a pair of jeans.”
“Jeans? How come?” Scootaloo said, hitting the power button on her tablet before setting it gently down on the plastic tray in front of her. Leaning back into the plush confines of her seat, she quietly yawned, before securing her lips around her thumb. However, much to her confusion, there was no response. Stuck where she sat, she watched colorful display after colorful display of décor deals and odd accessories pass by her. Until one rack in particular brought her ride to a halt.
“Awhhh, hehe. Look Scoots, car air freshers.” She said, picking up a tiny package that garunteed an authentic vanilla smell, “I bet if I clipped this to the back of your Pampers, I could get out of changing you.”
Smirking, the smaller of the two girls looked at the reflection of her friend in a faraway mirror with an annoyed expression on her face. With her thumb still passively stuck in her mouth, she fussed, “Hey, don’t be a meanie butt. You’re the poopy pants!”
Double taking at her friends exceptionally weak come back, Sweetie smirked. “Heh, OKAY stinky butt, whatever you say. I’ll tell you what. Why don’t I put on the diapers and hop in the stroller and you can push me around.”
Continuing to shoot an annoyed expression at her friend, Scootaloo could help but think about how that might actually be fun in the back of her mind. Then again, doing anything other than sitting down seemed nice to her.
“Hehe, that’s what I thought.” The older of the two girls replied as the dall distal sound of some slow tempo pop-song faintly masked the thump nature of her flats gracing the hard tile floor. Stepping onto a wooden floor with colorful pacifier clips, decorative sippy cups of many sizes, and various dollar toys of every variety within their own decorative shelves. She found herself just steps away from three different isles full of baby stuff.
A little surprised by the subtle bumpiness of the stroller as she was pushed, Scootaloo leaned in on the tray and looked around to figure out where she was being taken. “Wah? I baby isle? I thought we were buying jeans? I don’t need any baby stuff.”
“Oh, hush.” Sweetie Belle shook off her friend’s comment as she continued strolling pass the dozens and dozens of powers, oils, ointments, perfumes, and other nursery-room cosmentics sitting on their colorful displays islands. “I know I told you we were going shopping for jeans. But I just needed to keep you from throwing a hissy fit long enough to make it into this section.”
Crossing her arms, Scootaloo felt a dull warmth on her temple. “You act like I’m actually a baby. You know I’m not going to freak out if we need to pick up stuff, right?”
Ignoring her friend’s comment, Sweetie Belle contined down the aisle way, more than enamored by the gody, over saturated spring colors of the plastic diaper packages and other comestetics that lined the store shelves. All around her, prints of cartoon animals trying desperately to be the most eye catch, cutesy of the all. Thankfully for her, she wasn’t there for diapers.
Passing by a man, she hugged the wall as she crept through the open gap she had to move forward in. Contently, she looked to her right and found exactly what she needed; a package of white plastic pants hanging from a cardboard hook. “Huh. Alright, now we can go jean shopping!”
“Wai-wha?” Scootaloo said, retracting her attention away from a particularly pretty butterfly design that was plastered on one of the overly feminine pullup diaper packages. Cranking her head up- as if the awning wasn’t clearly obstructing her field of sight, the child questioned. “What did you get? I didn’t need any more diapers I don’t think.”
Making her way out of the baby isle, the older of the two girls made a right toward the kids section of clothing. “Well, no I wasn’t picking any more diapers persay. Fluttershy wanted me to pick you up some plastic pants for later today.”
“Plastic pants?” Scootaloo questioned, continuing to slowly rock left and right in her seat out of boredom, the dull air conditioning of the store causing her to bundle her arms closer together.
“Well, you know those old Looney Toon cartoons that played when you and I were sick from school when we were little?” Sweetie Belle added, passing through several more racks of spring colored graphic tee-shirts which were all equally dazzled with glitter and rhinestones. “They’re kind of like the diapers they had in that show. Except technically, they’re like underwear that goes on outside of the diaper; usually cloth diapers to be specific.”
Squinting her eyes, Scootaloo leaned head head back again, trying to picture it. “Ooooooh, yeah I kinda know what you’re talking about.” She answered before briefly pausing, “Why does she want me to have balloon rubber bloomers though? If we’re going swimming or something, couldn’t I just not wear a diaper or like- just a swimsuit?”
“Heh, well we’re not going swimming today. The rubber pants are actually just a precaution for a little modeling you’re going to do at my sisters today.” Sweetie responded, walking up to a rack of unflatteringly gaudy blue jeans. Pulling one from the shelf, she peaked down at the tag.
“Oooooooh!” the small girl sounded before the statement caught up with her. Frowning a bit, she whined, “Why can’t I just have some peace or fun already. Having to be measured for clothes is like- worse than having to try on clothes.”
Satisfied with the shape and thick elastic waist of the jeans, she threw them over the other clothes on the stroller. “Oh, you’ll be fine. After all, the only reason my sister is even designing clothes for you is because she LOVES designing clothes for babies.” Sweetie said, turning the direction of the stroller towards the closest dressing room, “The fact that she has a ‘baby’ as big as you is just a bonus.”
Her face turning a cherish shade of red, the small girl smirked. “We’re not going to be there ALL DAY, are we?”
“Heh, probably just until dinner or so.” Sweetie Belle responded in a soft voice as she continued her way to the dressing room. “But don’t worry. Aside from trying on the stuff my sister has already made as well getting the measurements for your waist, bust, inseam, and what not taken for some of the more form fitting clothes. You’ll probably be spending most of the day in the nursery room.”
Scootaloo sighed, watching passively as her friend opened the changing room door. “I guess that’s alright. I think.” She said, slumping back her stroller a little bit.
Pushing the stroller into the room, the older of the two girls leaned in and pushed the door shut; locking it in place. “Heh, well don’t worry Scootaloo. The boutique’s nursery is pretty bourgeois. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of fun.”
“Mmmm.” Scootaloo dramatically groaned, throwing her head to the side and huffing.
“Awwh, come here silly butt.” Sweetie Belle cooed, grabbing her little friend up by the underarms. Bringing her into the air, she backed up and sat on the room’s loan bench and the girl on her lap. Giving her a big embrace, she continued to sweet talk her, “Oooh, I know it can be sooo hard to have to go here and there and sit still like a big girl. But, I promise you’ve only got another hour or so of boring stuffs.”
Without a second thought, Scootaloo returned the hug, smooshing her purple bangs against her friend’s white blouse as she planted her head on her friend’s shoulder.
Bouncing the girl on her knee a little, Sweetie Belle rocked back and forth just a little. “Once we get out of this mall. We’re going to go to my sister’s house and after modeling for a bit, you’re going to be able play and take a nap as long as you want. Then, Rarity is going to help your mom make your hair all pretty and then give you a nice big meal before you leave.” She said, breaking away from the hug just enough to flash a smile at the girl, “And don’t worry. She really loves babies. So, you’ll feel right at home the whole time!”
“Mmm. Okay.” Scootaloo replied in a meek manner. Backing off from her friend a little bit. Crawling over her friend’s lap and onto the bench she smiled, “I think I’m ready to try on my jeans!”
“That’s good!” Sweetie responded, standing up. Doing a small stretch, she reached over grabbing the small pair of jeans off the stroller. Bending over, she opened them up turned them so that the zipper faced Scootaloo, “Here pumpkin, hop into these. If you lose your balance, just grab onto my shirt.”
Sticking her tounge out a bit, Scootaloo turned around and slowly climbed down from the bench, lowering her left and right leg into their respective pant legs before hopping down.
Satisfied with her friend’s coordination, Sweetie Belle watched her friend’s shoes pop out of the bottom of the legs and then proceeded to tug the somewhat ballooned bottom of the jeans up and over her friend’s pompous pampered bottom.
“Huh? How does it look?” Scootaloo questioned, reaching down to pull up the zipper; only to find there was none. Curiously, she tried looking at her backside only like a dog trying to catch its own tail.
Grabbing both the girl’s shoulders, Sweetie Belle stopped her little friend in her tracks. Lifting up the back of Sweetie’s shirt, glanced down at her backside. “Well, the butterfly stitch on the back pocket is cute and the waist seems to be stardy even though it doesn’t really cover your diaper. Not bad!”
***
“Oh, there you guys are!” Fluttershy called out, waving one hand while she pushed a trolly with her other hand.
“Eep! Fluttershy!” Scootaloo enthusiastically leap forward as much as the tray of the stroller would let her. Planting her diapered bottom back in the seat, she eagerly bounced a little.
Smiling warmly at her little one, Fluttershy didn’t hesitate to leave her cart behind for a second to address the girl. Reaching down, she yoinked her niece up from her stroller and into her arms. “Ooooooh, I missed you too sweetie.” She said, swinging her forearm underneath the girl’s pampered bottom for leverage as she hugged her.
“Mmmmm!” Scootaloo smiled, huggling her aunt extra tight.
“Hehe, were you good to Sweetie Belle, baby?” Fluttershy questioned, continuing to rub big slow circles into the the girl’s back. Turning around she raised an eyebrow at the older of the two girls.
“She was a sweetheart. She just kind of sat politely and chit chatted with me.” Sweetie Belle responded, moving her clothes from the handle of the stroller into the cart. “She also was a big helper when we were trying on clothes. Not only did she cooperate with me while I helped her try on her new pants. But, she also helped me pick out a sundress and try it on.”
Satisfied with the babysitter’s answer, she smiled. “Oooh, that’s good. I’m so proud of you.” Fluttershy cooed, lowering crouching down a bit, “I’ll tell you what. Because you were sucha big super-duper helper for Sweetie, I’ll let you pick out any candy bar you want!”
Puckering her lips a little bit, Scootaloo looked at the open checkout lanes with a curious excitement. “Oooh, thanks Fluttershy. You’re the best!” She cheered, hugging the women’s leg.
“Heh, easy bumpkin.” Fluttershy said, reaching her hand down and ran her hand through the girl’s already messy hair, “I’ve still got to ring this stuff out.”
“Oh, right.” Scootaloo chimed, backing off enough for her aunt to move through the line. Determined to find her perfect candy bar, she followed Fluttershy into the checkout line and looked from side to side at the hodgepodge of the candy bar’s brightly colored aluminum wrappers. Noticing a particularly interesting looking white-choclate candy bar towards the lower rack, she got down on her knees to grab it.
Keeping a close eye on her friend. Sweetie Belle walked behind the girl, looking down as the diaper peeking out from underneath her long shirt. Crossing her arms, she scolded, “Scootaloo, maybe you should get back in your stroller. You’re still not wearing bottoms after all.”
“It’s fine, I’m sure it’s not that noticeable” Scootaloo replied, leaning on her hands before pushing herself up; her diapered backside on full display to everyone behind her.
Without saying a word, Sweetie Bell snatched the candy out of Scootaloo’s hand and set it on the conveyer. “Scootaloo, I know you’re ‘young’ but even toddlers know not to crawl on store floors.”
A little confused by the commotion going on behind her, she looked at the cyan haired register person to see if they were reacting before checking herself. Twisting to the side a bit, she looked down only to find her niece who was standing up and tugging down her t-shirt.
“Ooh, honey. You didn’t fall over did you?” Fluttershy questioned, offering her hand as she pushed her empty cart forward.
Scootaloo lifted her own hand up, wrapping her tiny hands around the women’s palms. “Noooo. I was just picking out the candy. Although, Sweetie Belle took it from me and set it on the conveyer I think.”
Watching as the last article of clothing was run through the scanner, Fluttershy waved her one free hand to catch the attention of the cashier.
“Huh? What’s that?” the gentlemen questioned, glancing up at Fluttershy, “The total comes to £120.”
“Oh, that’s fine.” Fluttershy replied, reaching into her back pocket to grab the credit card attached to her phone case. Offering it over to the cashier with one hand, she used her other hand to point at one of the plastic bags, “Could you grab that candy bar from out of the bag. I was just going to give it to my niece anyway.”
Scootaloo beamed a little bit at the new titled but was quickly distracted by the offering of candy she was given. Excited to see a candy bar, she looked up at her aunt with a big goofy smile and giggled, “Hehe, thanky!”
Returning the grin, Fluttershy nodded, “You’re welcome pumpkin. Now, be a good girl and climb back in your stroller for Sweetie Belle.”
“Eep, sure thing!” Scootaloo squeaked doing a small hop before turning to face her friend. Toddling over to her friend in a less than dignified manner, she stopped just in front of the buggy’s tray and began trying to climb over it.
“Woah-woah-woah!” Sweetie Belle interjected again, grabbing her friend by the underarms and lifting her in the air again. Turning the girl, she lowered her feet first into the cushy star covered seat of the stroller. “Someone is a little eager for that chocolate, isn’t she?”
The small girl nodded her head, her eyes still locked on the chocolate as she sorted her legs through each of their respective holes again. Letting her back sink into her seat, she held the candy bar up in the air, watching with her mouth agape as she tore into its shiny aluminum outside.
Following Fluttershy out of the checkout lane, the older of the two girls backed off just enough for the women to push the gaudily branded bags into the undercarriage. “Hmm, didn’t we have like a big conversation about her eating sugar earlier today? What gives?”
“Heh, well you’ve got to give little ones a little positive reinforcement every now and again.” The women responded, taking a hold of the stroller handles. Pacing towards the mall shop’s open gate, she looked back at her babysitter in training, “Besides, something tells me she’s going to be moving around a lot today. So, I don’t mind giving her the extra sugar”
“Heh, I bet you'll regret it when we get to my sister's house and she's bouncing off the walls?” Sweetie Belle giggled, looking down at shoes; watching as he the movement of her flats screeched against the squeaky-clean marble of the mall’s main walkway.
Flattered by the compliment, Fluttershy couldn’t help but boast as she adverted her attention to the radiant entrance way of the ornate mall, “Heh, I'm sure we'll be able to handle her sugar rush. She is only one kid after all!“
Scootaloo stared up at the gray velvet lining of the roof of the car, a little dazed by the exorbitant summer heat beating down on her through the window. Arching her chest forward as much as her car seat’s harness would let her, brought her arms down in a dramatic manner, “Nyaah. Ooooh, I feel like I’ve been sitting down forever!”
Glancing at her friend through the rear-view mirror, the older of the two girls retorted, “Uh, if by forever you mean a half-hour.”
“Oooh, you know time goes a lot slower for little kids.” Fluttershy added, similar checking on her diaper-bound little one in the backseat.
“I am not a little kid though; well, not a little little kid anyway!” Scootaloo replied with a disintegrating ferocity, “I-I just don’t like being all cramped like this in a hot place. Like, I don’t want to ruin the immersion of being a big baby. But can’t I sit in the front seat? You know, where the air conditioning is?”
Sweetie Belle turned her head to glance at the woman, “Is she even big enough to ride in the front seat?”
Keeping her eyes glued on the road in front of her, Fluttershy used her right hand to briefly adjust her aviators, “Heh, Scootaloo is so short and skinny that even under regular circumstances, I’d still have her sit in a booster seat. Even though she could technically ride in the front seat because of her age. I wouldn’t let her.”
Her jaw dropped, Scootaloo threw her hands into the air, “What? But, you let me sit in the front seat a couple of times before!”
“Heh, that’s before I became a certified full-time mommy.” Fluttershy smiled proudly, “Besides, until I start carrying around your ID. I don’t think we’d have much luck convincing an officer that you’re as old as you are.”
Snickering, Sweetie Belle turned around in her seat a little bit and grabbed her friend’s foot, “Psst, ma’am. Why is your toddler riding in front seat without a car seat? You know that’s illegal, right?”
Scootaloo growled at her friend, defiantly kicking her foot just a little. “Not funny, you try being as small as I am and getting respect.”
“Oooh, Scoots. You know Sweetie Belle still respects you as a little lady. Even grownups get teased, you know?” The women reassured.
“Even you?” Sweetie Belle questioned as she turned to face forward again.
“Nope, not me. But for everyone else, yes.” Fluttershy smirked, in turn eliciting quiet snickers from the other two.
Turning her attention back out of the window, Scootaloo watched as the car diverted onto an off ramp and made a right turn. By the look of the ornately colored masonry and incredibly elaborate storefronts, it was clear they were in the historic district of Ponyville. Her mouth agape, Scootaloo stared fascinated by the beautiful daisy and morning glory flowers strewing out from the flower boxes hanging beneath every window. Since school was out during the summer and she lived on the outer banks, it was rare that she was able to witness such
Her attention still on her little friend, Sweetie Belle once again grabbed her friend’s foot and shook it, “Scoots, you okay? You didn’t have an accident, did you?”
“Noo!” Scootaloo replied, her expression dampening a bit as she continued to be enthralled by the picturesc scenery of the town strip. Much like the mall, to either side of her was a decadent store front with their own unique window display; be it a clothes shops, record shops, the dentist officer, or even… the toyshop? Quickly passing by a blue-stoned shop with an extremely elaborate pastel pink dollhouse in the front, Scootaloo practically lept up in her seat and pointed with her hand, “Oooh, oooh! Can we go toy shopping?”
“Toy shopping?” Fluttershy questioned, paying too much attention to the pedestrians crossing the street to pay much mind to her niece, “Uh- what’s she talking about, Sweetie Belle?”
Looking the same general direction of her friend, the older girl squinted her eyes, “Oooh, I think Scoots saw Czar’s Toy Emporium.” She answered, as she went to face forward again. “It’s a pretty neat toy shop, although it’s been a couple of years since I’ve been there.”
“Can we go, you promised me a big stuffed animal!” The little one exclaimed, continuing to excitedly eye the store.
“Huh? No I didn’t.” Fluttershy answered, continuing to focus on the road as she drove through a small four-way intersection.
Noticing her sister’s standalone boutique in the middle of the rotonde, a light bulb went off in Sweetie’s head, “Wait. I think you might have. Not to throw you under the bus, but when we were heading to the mall, you offered to get her a stuffed animal if she was really good.”
“Did I?” Fluttershy questioned again, taking a quick glance back at the rear-view mirror, revealing her niece looking especially antsy in her car seat. Swallowing a little hard, she scratched her head a little, “Well, I guess we can go to the store sometime on the way back. Although, hold your horses, cause Rarity is planning on having us for quite some time.”
“That’s fine!” Scootaloo replied, laying back contently in her car seat.
Glaring her sister’s lavish boutique as the car drew into the parking lot, Sweetie Belle spoke, “You know, I take it for granted how big this place is. It’s kind of surprising Rarity was able to afford a place so monumental.”
Pulling in, Fluttershy made quick work of finding a parking spot. “Oooh, you know your sister as well as I do Sweetie Belle. She’s makes some of the most lavish clothing in this part of the country. Why, it surprises me she doesn’t have more celebrity friends.
Once the car came to a full stop, Sweetie Belle turned her head to face the woman, “Well, you know my sister. She might be into culture, but she’s not huge into pop-culture. She’d rather have close friends in her circle of fashionistas than a movie star.”
Unbuckling her seatbelt, Fluttershy gently nodded her head, “Mmmhmm. That sound about right.” Before popping her car door open and climbing out. Pressing a button on the door’s arm rest, she opened up the trunk.
A little alarmed by the noise behind her, Scootaloo tried her best to sneak a peek, but to no avail; her carseat was too bulky for her to successfully move around. Hearing a loud ‘Thunk’ noise, she turned her head to the side and watched as her aunt opened the door.
“Hello Scootal-bug.” Fluttershy chimed, reaching forward and undoing her child’s harness. Grabbing Scootaloo by the underarms, she hoisted her up in the air before setting her feet first on the ground.
Off-taken by the sun’s extremely radiant light, the young girl blinked a couple of times before a welcomed shadow cast itself over her; it was Sweetie Belle. Before she got a chance to react, she felt as her friend reached down and grabbed her by her palm.
“Alright Fluttershy, I’ve got the kid.” Sweetie Belle chimed, passively pulling her friend forward as she followed behind the woman.
Scootaloo meanwhile used her one free hand as a makeshift as she glanced up at the monstrously tall, pastel pink and periwinkle clothing shop. In-between the two massive glass doors to the massive cylindrical building was a big, singular purple door with two diamond shaped windows reflecting the sunlight.
Stopping right in front of the door, Fluttershy poked the doorbell with her finger, causing a decadent sounding bell chime. After several seconds, the door knob jerked and rustled before turning all the way over.
Glancing up at the door, Scootaloo’s legs buckled just a little bit as the big lavender door gave way, un-deafening the loud bell like chimes and revealing a violet haired woman in an elegant white sundress towering over her. Her jaw dropping ever so slightly, she let out a single quiet, “guh?”
“Why hello, darling!” Rarity cheered, stepping forward and wrapping her burly arms around her friend’s sides, causing her bangles to ride down her arm and rattle loudly. Pressing her forehead against Fluttershy’s briefly, she stared down at her nose, “How have you been?”
Crooking her neck up just a bit, Fluttershy returned a friendly expression as she was freed from Rarity’s grasp. Woozily turning to the side, she gestured at both of the kids standing behind her as she replied, “Ooh, you know. These two have been pretty wonderful, so I’ve got nothing to complain about.”
While Sweetie Belle waved her hand nonchalantly, Scootaloo was memorized by the woman, like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. Smirking a little bit, she grabbed both sides of her blue t-shirt and tugged it down, twirling it like it was a skirt.
Gazing down at the littler of the two girls, Rarity’s expression lit up. “Oh my, why is that Scootaloo?” She questioned, crouching down to her level, “You remember me, don’t you? I’m Sweetie Belle’s sister.”
“H-hi!” Scootaloo muttered, continuing to nervously grip at her t-shirt.
Noticing struggling, Fluttershy walked closer to her and encouraged, “Heh, it’s okay Scootaloo. Rarity is friendly.” Covering her mouth, she whispered loudly to her friend, “She’s just a little bit nervous because of her outfit.”
“Hehe, well that’s funny.” She said, continuing to smile kindly at the child, “Come on dear, there’s no need to be shy. It’s perfectly fine for a girl of your stature to wear such diapers. Why, you’re not the first little kid I’ve drawn up a wardrobe for.”
“B-but I-I’m not little.” Scootaloo mumbled, going mute as she watched the fashionista step closer and closer to here. Staring up at the woman, she curled her hands inwards as she covered her chest.
Rarity placed her hands on her hips, causing the bunches of pink and violet bangles crashing down on her wrists. With a sly expression on her face, she knelt and replied “Oh, posh Scootaloo. A young lady would never wear a diaper like yours with vanity, now would she?”
“V-vanity?” Scootaloo questioned as she felt a pressure grip her hand. Looking over at it, the sight of soft white fingers and pretty lavender nails grappling her dusty tannish palm stopped her train of thought.
Standing up straight, Rarity folded her arms together and kicked her the ground, “Ooooh, you probably don’t know that word, do you?”
Stalking niece from behind, Fluttershy ran her hand through the girl’s somewhat ruffled magenta hair, “Heh, Rarity was just saying that a big girl wouldn’t be able to pull off an outfit like yours as well as you do.”
“I-I know! I’m good at English, remember?” Scootaloo questioned, pulling down on her shirt as she stared up at the two ladies that towered over her. Despite her disgruntled expression, her frustration was met with more gentle smiles and half-hearted head nods. “Ooh, we know you’re good with words dear. Now please, follow Sweetie Belle to the playroom so she can get you dressed.”
Before Scootaloo could properly retort, she felt a soft yet firm clamp on her wrist; her friend’s porcelain white hand had grabbed her slightly ink stained wrist. Her attention snapped away from the grownups to a figure she felt held just as much precedence over her. “P-Playroom? Since when did you have a playroom?”
With a warm expression on her face, the bigger of the two girls effortlessly tugged the little one forward. “Since when did we have a playroom?” she repeated. Looking towards he sister, she redirected the question yet again, “Wait, Rarity. How long have we had the playroom?”
“Oh, that?” Rarity questioned, turning to face the two girls, “I’d say it’s been about two years or however long it’s been since Lola Mint’s child threw up all over gallery’s stage.”
While the others were only mildly amused by the thought, Scootaloo’s serious expression cracked like a dam and into an abhorrent fit of giggles as she fell like dead weight onto the gallery’s pristine wood floor.
Charmed by the child’s immaturity, Rarity stepped forward and grabbed her by the underarms, lifting her into a hold with one hand on the girl’s pampered bottom and the other on her loosely veiled back. “Oooh, it was quite funny dear. Yes, it was.” She coooed into her ear, before turning to her attention to the other women in the room. Lifting a brow, she looked towards the diaper bag hanging from Fluttershy’s hand, “Dear, did you make sure to bring her plastic pants? I have some if you don’t.”
Her eyes widening a little bit, Fluttershy nodded and began digging into the diaper bag, “Oh, yes. We went straight from the mall to here. So, I didn’t get much time to dress her. As far as I know, she’s still clean.” Pulling out the still packaged pair of a white plastic pants, she offered them to the women.
Taking the item with her right hand, she leaned back a bit to balance herself. “Heh, perfect. Why, I think the measurements you sent me should be accurate? I’ve just got to work in some hemlines and maybe dazzle up a few things and I think her new wardrobe will be set.” She said, carrying the child over to the stairwell.
“Heh, you’re an incredible stylist Rarity. I’m sure whatever you’ve come up for Scoots will look great.” Fluttershy added as she followed from behind.
Scootaloo meanwhile stared at Rarity from the side. She felt a little bit awkward anchoring her arms around the woman’s neck. But, decided to power through it. Taking note of the sky-blue eyeliner and dark eyelashes magnifying the women’s sapphire eyes. She took a deep breath and smiled, “You’ve got reawwy pretty eyes.”
Making her way up the stairwell, Rarity replied with a chipper, “Why, thank you dear! That’s very sweet of you to say. Your eyes are very pretty as well. Does your aunt do your makeup as well?”
Blushing a little bit, Scootaloo kept her lips pursed as a snide grin crept across her face.
Following behind the other two, Fluttershy felt her heart warm ever so slightly as she watched Scootaloo lean forward and rest her head on her friend’s shoulder; it was good to see her niece finally ease up a bit.
Popping open the playroom door, Rarity revealed a whole mini-studio that didn’t seem far off from a nursery. On any side of the wall was a simple, yet elegant fantasy style wall complete with castles, fairies, dragons, barnyard animals, and most things typical of a western medieval interpretation. The floors themselves were a dull gray. But, one side of the room was adored with two couches, a steel gray wood platform with a five large mirrors and studio lights complimenting it from every angle. While the other half of the room two white wardrobes, a rainbow of toy cubbies, a crème colored desk for drawing, a mesh playpen, a jungle themed bouncer, and a crème colored crib with a singular pillow inside.
Scootaloo look to her left and right, but the sight of yet another nursery didn’t seem to phase her. The sight of the room actually delighted her quite a bit; she felt right at home. “W-why do have a room like this?” she questioned.
“Oh, this little thing?” Rarity questioned, carrying the girl over to the platform and laying her gently on her back. Tearing open the thin cardboard marquee that sealed the accessory and taking out the garment. She pulled Scootaloo’s feet up in the air and began unraveling the crinkly piece, “Well, I designed this room specifically for kids. I already had the furniture from when Sweetie was a just a little girl. So, after receiving some complaints from my customers, I set up this room so adults who come to my shop don’t have to deal with playful or screaming – uh- scamps running around and causing a ruckus.”
Staring at dirty white and gray rubber her sneakers dangling in the air, Scootaloo watched as a the semi-opaque, balloon like material of the plastic pants clouded her shoes for just a second before being tugged down her legs. Eventually, the elastic of the pants contacted her thighs and continued to squeeze tighter until the waist was pulled over top her abdomen. Frowning melodramatically, she squawked, “I don’t like it!”
However, the brash tone of the girl’s reaction didn’t phase the fashionista; the plastic pants were never popular. Trying to kick start a tantrum, she patted lowered the girl’s feet and patted her knee, “Why’s that dear?”
“Cause!” Scootaloo squawked again, laying her palms flat on the wooden floor and looking to the side, “It’s gonna chafe and it looks like I’m wearing a grocery bag!”
Standing up, Rarity adjusted her midriff belt in a sassy manner as anchored herself over the girl. Staring her down she told her in a soft yet somewhat stern voice, “Well, it might look a little silly. But, it’s necessary if you don’t want to risk staining your pretty new clothes.” She said, putting her hands on her hips, “You don’t want to risk staining your pretty new clothes that your aunt bought, do you?”
The child remained dormant in her position as she contemplated the question. As much as she hated the thought of wearing chafe pants all day, she genuinely didn’t want to disappoint her aunt. Turning her head back to an upright position she sighed, “Finnne. I’ll wear the stupid plastic pants.”
Smiling somewhat snidely, Rarity turned her back on the child looked over at Fluttershy. “Heh, she’s got quite a mouth on her for such a little kid.”
“Oh yes, she knows better than to not swear.” Fluttershy defended with a sheepish tone of voice, “Uh-um, she’s still not 100% used to talking her age yet, though.”
“Well, it’s no big deal, I’m not her parent. I was just a little off taken by the comment is all.” Rarity said, avoiding eye contact with the others as she paced out of the room. “Sweetie Belle, be a dear and help the child get dressed in her onesie. Fluttershy and I need to discuss a few maters downstairs.”
Not one to refute, Sweetie Belle walked over to the white wardrobe in the room and opened its door. On its rack were dozens of plain white onesies of various sizes strewed about with name yellow name tags hanging off their left shoulder. Weaving her hands through some of the bigger ones, at the very far end of the rack was an abnormally large one with her friend’s name on it. Pulling it out, she examined the front of the piece and immediately switched it around to show everyone else in the room.
While Scootaloo kept cool on the outside, her insides, face, and tummy grew warm like a lava cake as she contemplated her situation. Just feet in front of her was her best friend dawned in her very effeminate, well fitted, off the shoulder sundress, holding up a piece of clothing befitting a child somewhere between infancy and toddler-hood; but not after that.
Her stoic expression quickly melted down, leaving her red faced and her lips puckered as a result. She tried blocking her friend’s advance by putting out both her hands and closing her thighs together; but the baggy plastic diaper cover was too airy for her to successfully buckle her legs together.
As the older of two successfully came to the platform, she couldn’t help but gawk down at the little one’s pose. Getting down on her knees, she questioned, “Ooh, are you okay Scoots?” before grabbing her by the ankles and spreading her legs apart; once again revealing the ballooned protective wear in all of its unattractive glory.
“W-why do you say that?” Scootaloo questioned, meekly pressing the nail of her thumb against her front two teeth. Staring passively at the girl, she watched as Sweetie Belle’s head tilted down and her sapphire eyes were curtained by her bangs.
Curiously Sweetie Belle, grabbed the leg guards of her friend’s plastic pants, sliding her fingers through the circumference of the elastic leg guards and letting them go with a loud *SNAP* noise. With the corners of her lips perked up, she answered, “Cause, usually when babies bunch up their legs and get all blushy like you are, they’ve pooped themselves. But, you’re not a stinky pants right, are you?”
The rosiness on Scootaloo’s face intensified, “Noo, I’m not a stinky pants?”
“Heh, you’re not what?” the bigger one teased, gabbing the base of her friend’s shirt and tugging it up.
As her shirt was once again yanked over up her body, Scootaloo wiggled and diaper bottom from side to side on the floor. With the loudness of her crinkly undergarment being amplified like a subwoofer by her embarrassed state of mind, she snapped back, “I- I’M NOT A STINKY PANTS!”
***
“Huh?” Rarity questioned, pausing in the spot with a metal kettle in her right hand and her other hand pursed in a defensive manner. Looking up at the decadent crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the main room’s ceiling dome, she added, “What was that?”
Fluttershy shrugged her shoulders and continued to idly tap her French tips on the walnut coffee table. “Oh, I think that was Scootaloo. She’s probably not taking the whole baby treatment too well. This is the first time she’s been around old friends.” She answered, looking as a porcelain mug with a bunch of cute neatly drawn tabbies was filled with coffee.
The fashionista watched until the liquid was just a couples of centimeters from the brim of the cup and stopped short, retracting the kettle and setting it on a stand. Taking a seat, she crossed her legs and leaned back, “Huh. Well, I’ve been meaning to ask you about that actually; about Scootaloo that is.”
Fluttershy, who was still in the middle of sipping on her coffee didn’t flinch at the question. “What’s that?” she questioned.
Bringing her hands together, Rarity raised an eyebrow and inquired, “Well, not that I’m judging. But, I’ve been working on this new wardrobe for Scootaloo for the better part of a week now and I have to ask, why?”
“Why the baby clothes?” Fluttershy responded, before taking another slight sip of her drink. When she finished, she set the cup down and leaned back herself. “Well, there are a couple of reasons why I’m letting her uh- pretend. But, I’m mostly just doing it for therapeutic reasons. You know her mom abandoned her recently and she seemed really up into indulging in little kid stuff. So I figured, you know, why not let her be a little kid for a while.”
Preserving her demure, Rarity responded, “Well, it’s okay to do what you can to comfort someone in a position like that. But, dressing a person- especially your niece, in diapers and treating them like an actual baby? Aren’t you worried you’re going to warp the girl’s perception on things? I mean, it’s like eating dessert all the time. It might be comforting to her to feel regressed now. But, as time goes on the experience is going to become less cathartic and boring.”
Crossing her arms, Fluttershy perked up a bit, “Ooh, I think you’re right Rarity. I never really intended Scootaloo to stay a big baby forever. For as cute as she is now, when womanhood hits her and she starts getting a better picture of all the fun she can has an adult, I’m sure she’ll make the decision to grow up herself.” Pouring some sugar into her coffee, she began idly staring it with her spoon, watching as the swooshes of cocoa and beige swirled into each other, “Why, I think one of the most exciting parts about all of this will be to see that evolution in character. It’s fun having Scootaloo along as a baby right now; her and I really do enjoy the time bonding together. But, I’m also excited to help her genuinely find her place in this world. You know, help her discover herself, her passion in life, and really help her be her own person.”
Rarity visibly relaxed a bit as she broke her hands apart from each other. Reaching over to the side of the table, she pulled over a leather covered book of sorts and rested her hands on it. Before she opened it however, she looked her friend in the eye, “Why, you really have fallen in love with the idea of raising Scootaloo haven’t you? I can understand your enthusiasm, but I am a bit surprised you hopped on the whole babying as much as you did.” She said, popping up the front cover of the book, “Then again, I suppose she does have the uh- physique for it.”
“Heh, well that was her choice really.” Fluttershy smiled, ignoring her coffee for a second to hone her eyes on Rarity’s book. “When she came to my house- before all the baby stuff became a factor- she asked to wear one of the medical diapers I had from before I retired. Things just kind of picked up from there. Why, the only reason I commissioned you is because I really think it’d make Scootaloo happy to have some genuinely nice baby clothes.”
“Ooh, I know what you mean. Not to brag, but my stuff with be twice as comfortable and last four times as long as something you could buy from a supermarket.” She replied, pinching the corner of the front pages and pealing them back like bandages, she skimmed passed the few onesies she drew up and went right to her first expressive piece of work “Not to mention, I know how to strike a balance between functionality and cuteness.”
“Oh wow!” is all Fluttershy could say as she glanced down at the paper. Buckling both her hands together, she beamed down at the sight. On the paper was a dress made of two distinct materials. On the top was a sleeveless denim jacket with a two-multiple sewn in pockets and buttons that along with the collar of the shirt, brought it into a v-neck formation. While the actual skirt of the dress was a creamed colored skirt covered in pink roses and their forest green leaf pedals. Accessory wise, there was a non-functional waist belt and ruffled panties that matched the color of the skirt.
“Heh, and that’s just the first thing I drew up.” Rarity said, tracing the line of the skirt with her finger, “I figured you could use something nice for a park stroll. It’s light enough that you should be able to throw it on her during the summer with some sandals and maybe a sun hat. But, when the fall comes around, it s’s simple enough to work with a pair of black leggings and boots.”
Alighted at the thought, Fluttershy rocked back in her seat and sounded again, “Wow! I’m very impressed. I’ve been dressing Scootaloo so simply lately because it’s been so hot outside and t-shirts and jumpers are the first thing that’ve come to mind. But, I hadn’t even thought about looking into dresses.”
“Well not just dresses dear.” Rarity answered, stopping her fingers just short of gripping the corner, “Oh, why I kind of what to leave it a surprise. But, I’ve got a number of sun suits and other infantile pieces I’m sure you’ll absolutely love.”
Trying to remain cool, Fluttershy took a breath and grinned, “Oh that’s fine. Could you tell me about those onesies I saw on the previous page though? Or are those a surprise as well?”
Lifting her hand right above the pages, she twinkled her fingers before giving in, “Oooh, sure. Although, they’re just your run of the mill onesies; albeit quite a bit bigger than ones you’d see in stores.”
A turn of the page revealed a set of four onesies of various colors; two white, one blue with white cartoon dogs, and one white with a repeating pink petunia pattern on the front.
“See, rather than just modifying an existing t-shirt. I made these from scratch and made sure to add fabric flaps around the shoulder area.” The fashionista explained, circling the design with her pointer finger.
“Oooh, I see.” Fluttershy expressed, hovering over the drawing and putting her finger on her chin, “Uh- why the shoulder flaps though? I know they’re common on onesies. Were they like, a stylistic choice?”
Rejecting her friend’s sentiment with a shake of her head, she corrected her, “Oh, no no no. Well, I suppose they do help reinforce the fact that they’re actual onesies. But, practically, it gives you a way to pull the shirt from the shoulders down to the feet incase Scootaloo has a um-“
“Blow out?” Fluttershy finished, taking the edge of the book and shutting it close. Grabbing her coffee cup off the table, she holstered it with both hands as she stood up, “Hehe, trust me, she’s had them before.”
Wincing a bit at the thought, Rarity hopped out of her chair as well. “Ewwww. Well, I suppose it’s inevitable with how flimsy disposable diapers are. How did you hand it?” She questioned, making her way over to the stairwell.
Keeping a steady pace behind her friend as they ascended the stairwell, she answered in a jovial tone, “Oh, well it wasn’t so bad- especially since I wasn’t the one dealing with them. I sent her to a daycare while Sweetie Belle went out to lunch and everything. I don’t know the exact details, but I think she got nervous and well- well she ruined one of her better rompers.”
Stopping just short of the nursery door, the violet haired women quieted her voice, “Wait, you dropped her at a day care? Like a day-care, daycare? How in Celestia’s name did you get her in there?”
Shrugging her shoulders, the other women responded, “Heh, I just know the people in the facility. There wasn’t a whole lot of traffic at the mall earlier today, so I dropped her off and let her be get a taste of what it’s really like to be a little kid again. Although, I think she ended up spending most of her time eating. Honestly, I just wanted some alone time with Sweetie Belle to mentor her a bit.”
“Huh.” Rarity sounded, reaching out and lightly squeezing the door handle with her hand. Turning her attention over to her friend, “Wait, I should probably ask you. Exactly how ‘old’ should I be treating Scootaloo by the way? I doubt she’ll be acting up much with the two of in there, but I don’t want to step on her feet while interacting with her.”
“Oooh, well I’d say you can direct her like a preschooler and expect a similar level of independence” Fluttershy responded, gradually pacing from behind, “But, take as many liberties as you want pushing her buttons. She loves being treated like an actual toddler.”
With a grin on her face, Rarity nodded as she tuned the handle and pushed in the door.
Inside the room, Scootaloo was sitting in the room’s loan playpen in nothing but her trainers and a white onesie, using a pseudo practical brush to stroke the hair of a pink toy horse with darker pink hair. Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle leaned against back wall of the room next to all the cubbies, checking her text messages with right hand.
“Ugh, her hair is so curly.” Scootaloo whined, continuing to stroke the same locked of hair over and over again with her brush. Huffing, she dramatically fell back in her spot.
Fluttershy stepped forward to confront the child, but Rarity being the ambitious women she was, set a hand on her friend’s shoulder to take the lead. Approaching the rail of the playpen, she grabbed it with both her hands and leaned her torso in a bit and looked down at the girl, “Why hello there.”
“Rawity- I mean Rarity?” Scootaloo questioned, preforming a sit up and rocking forward, causing her to tumble on her hands and knees. Looking up at the women however, she realized her attempts to get up herself were fruitless.
“Yes, it’s me dear.” The fashionista replied, reaching down and grabbing the girl by her underarms. Hoisting her up in the air, she displayed her for her aunt to see. “Ooh, well look at that. Doesn’t the baby’s onesie look lovey? Sweetie Belle did such a great job.”
Sweetie Belle smirked but kept her eyes on the phone screen.
Fluttershy meanwhile gave her niece a little wave as she examined her new piece of clothing. Just as Rarity’s drawing suggested, the onesie was well fitted to her niece’s figure. The head hole and sleeves were just slightly bigger than they needed to be, and length of the shirt itself was just long enough to support her niece’s diaper with enough give to be comfortable. “Awwh, look at little Scooty Booty. She looks like a rain drop with her little onesie one.”
Scootaloo, tried opening her mouth but the sensation of warmth because of Rarity’s hands cuffing her arm pits made her bite her tongue. Rather than articulating herself, she just whined, “Nnng, am nawt!”
“Oh, she’s such a little cutie.” Rarity cooed, lowering the girl onto her two feet.
Scootaloo landed on the carpeted ground, stumbling forward a bit as she was set on her own two feet. Trying to take a step forward, accidently slipped back and fell on her padded bottom, causing her plastic pants to crinkle ungracefully. Her face growing red once again, she stared up at her aunt with a smirk.
“Uh-oh, it looks like somebody took a little tumble” Fluttershy cooed, slowly stepping forward and looking down on her niece. Warming her expression, she shot the girl with a question, “You’re usually such a good walker. Did your legs get tired?”
Stairing up at her aunt, the child couldn’t help but melt a bit in her pampered seat. Setting her palms flatly on the ground, she watched as her view was obscured by sympathetic expressions from her aunt, her stylist- and not much later- her best friend. The warmth of her cheeks seemingly drained in her tummy and caused her muscles to lose their composition. Very gradually, she felt a warmth spread in between her thighs and crawl up her backside, yet- the other expressions didn’t waiver.
Swallowing nervously, Scootaloo nodded her head, “My legs felled asweep!” then threw up her arms, “Upsies?”
“Uuggh. Rarity, we’ve already tried on three outfits. If one of them fits, shouldn’t they all?” Scootaloo bellowed, her legs planted firmly on the ground as the woman tugged a pair of chino pull-on shorts were tugged down her thighs and dropped down to her feet, leaving her in nothing but her diaper, plastic pants, and white onesie.
Picking up the girl’s feet one by one, Rarity managed to yank the shorts from under the girl. “Mmm. You know most girls your age would absolutely love to play dress up.” She commented, folding the piece before getting to work on the onesie’s buttons.
Looking down at her tummy, the small girl watched as her dresser successfully undid the snaps, revealing the bulky white plastic panties protruding from her waist. “Not if they’re being dressed up against their will.” She pouted, crossing her arms.
Rarity gasped, melodratmically covering her mouth with her palm, “Whaa? Why, you’re not being dressed against your will.” Pausing for just a second before getting back to unbuttoning, “Well, maybe you are. But, we do need to make sure these little getups fit you before we send you off with them. Besides, you look absolutely darling.”
Puckering her lips, the child continued to silently boil like a coffee pot.
“Hmm, well someone is just awfully grumpy, isn’t she?” Rarity questioned, letting her arms to the side, “Tell me dear, are you really annoyed with the outfits or are you still not over your plastic panties yet?”
Lowering her defenses, she let her arms fall to the side, “Maaaaaybe. I just don’t like dress up. But I really don’t like the plastic pants! It’s way too warm in here and it’s making my butt sweat.”
Letting out a long-winded groan the fashionista turned to face the women sitting just behind her on the couch, “Fluttershy, you’re her adult. Are you okay with my changing her into something a little lighter? I can’t guarantee that her clothes will stay clean, but it might be a bit more comfortable for her.”
Bringing her still hot coffee up to her lips, the women shrugged her shoulders then took a small sip. “Oooh, I don’t mind if you do. Dirty laundry is just one of those things I’m going to have to get used to as a parent anyways.”
Her eyes still glued to her phone screen, Sweetie Belle pondered, “Well, she’s been sitting around all day and she ate an entire chocolate bar. Maybe she’s just cranky because she hasn’t had a nap since lunch.”
“Mmm, you might be right.” Rarity responded as she leaned over and stripped the plastic garment from the girl’s waist, “Tell me Miss Scootaloo, are you really getting tired? Because if so, I can tuck you in for a nap. Why, I’ll even put on a cartoon for you.”
“Wha? I am not tired.” Scootaloo retorted, sitting up on the still crisp pamper hugging her bottom. Using her hands to balance herself, she added, “I’m just bored of sitting around and trying on clothes and modeling stuff.”
Standing up, the woman tossed the plastic pants aside and leaned in, scooping the girl up by her underarms. “Ooh. Well if you’re bored, than perhaps you need to move around a bit.” She said, setting her down on her feet, “Tell me, can you give me twenty five jumping jacks?”
As soon as Scootaloo was stood up, the tail of her onesie fell, giving her shirt a tail. Unaware of the fabric dangling gracefully from her back, Scootaloo looked up at the fashionista and nodded, “Ooh, yeah! I haven’t got to play in forever. So, I could totally do twenty-five jumping jacks.”
Egging the child on, Fluttershy leaned back on the couch and crossed her legs, “Ooh, I don’t know about that Scootaloo. Twenty-five jumping jacks is a lot for a girl of your uh- physique. Maybe you should start off with less.”
“Wha, no way! I can totally handle that many jumping jacks.” Scootaloo insisted, dawdling up to her aunt like a duck. Confused by the women’s bemused expression, she placed her hands on her hips and proudly boasted, “I’m strong like Rainbow Dash! I know I’m not the biggest, but I can run super-fast and I’m good at jumping and stuff too!”
“Hmm, okay” Fluttershy reluctantly agreed, “You can do your jumping jacks. But please be careful, you wouldn’t want an accident.”
Without saying as much as a word, the child looked back at the other women in the room with a smirk then began jumping.
With a smile on her face, Rarity began methodically counting “One, two, three” and so forth. However- as she was quick to notice- with every hop and splay of her thighs, the flexible plastic coasting of the elastic waist of the diaper became more distorted and ruffled, causing it sag off her already small bottom by the time she finished counting.
Scootaloo content with her actions placed her hands proudly on her hips and smiled, “See! I told you I could do twenty jumping jacks!” to which she was met with positive expressions from the rest of the room.
Being the pinnacle of class she was, Rarity was quick to intervene. Crouching behind the child, she took the liberty of hoisting the girl’s pampers up her bottom as she praised her, “Ooh, why you were right Scootaloo. I was on the fence on whether twenty-five was too many for you to do. But, you seemed to handle yourself pretty well.”
“Mmmhmm,” Fluttershy nodded in agreement. Luring the girl in with a wave of her hand, she bent over in her seat and peaked inside the front of her niece’s diaper. Letting go of the tape guard, she casually remarked, “I figured between your lil legs and your saggy diapee, you might loose your balance. But, you proved me wrong.”
Curiously, Scootaloo bunched the fabric of the front of her onesie and tugged it up with one hand as she used her other hand to prod the front of her underwear. To her surpise, she genuinely was wet; but she didn’t let it damper her spirits, “Heh, it’s cause I’m strong even if I’m little. Just cause I’m a big baby doesn’t mean I move around like one.”
“Hehe, well you’re right about that dear.” Fluttershy replied, pulling the onesie up and over her head “I guess we have been neglecting keeping you active lately. No wonder you’ve been so antsy in your stroller.”
“Mmm. Well, I’d hate to interject. But, I suppose if you want we could get the little one dressed in something comfortable and let her play a little bit. I think I have the perfect outfit to spend some time in the nursery.”
In contrast to the little girl’s less than enthused response, Fluttershy eagerly nodded her head, “Oh yes, feel free to Rarity. Are you going to show us one of those super special dresses you teased earlier?”
Feeling a set of hands grab around her underarms, Scootaloo accepted the hands lifting her into the air. Her legs dangling, she squeezed her thighs together, creating a wet squishing sensation. She knew she was wet, but not that wet. However, her train of thought was derailed as she was once again set butt first on the main platform.
Walking to the opposite side of the room, she opened the wardrobe full of the test outfits and began pulling a couple of things out. “Mmm, I do have a very special dress in mind for Scootaloo. But, I figure that can wait.”
Tossing her phone onto the couch, Sweetie Belle questioned, “Why wait? You know the second we stick a dress on Scootaloo she’s going to try to wrestle her way out of it like a dog with a cone on its neck”.
“Will nawt!” Scootaloo replied, standing up causing her diaper to once against sag as much as her bodysuit would let it. Disregarding the layer of fabric in the way, Scootaloo balled the fabric and the side tabs of her diapers in her palm and nicked it up, causing the icky wet sensation to crawl further up her backside. Smirking, she continued to justify her claim, “I can handle wearing a dress! I’m not afraid!”
With the clothes hung over her shoulder, Rarity returned to the child with a smile, “Well, that’s good dear. Because I do in fact plan on dressing you up nice and pretty.”
“Ooh, are we going to do the photoshoot?” Fluttershy questioned, clapping her hands together excitedly, “I know you were on the fence about it earlier.”
Picking up a white blouse with a pink tutu attached to the bottom, she turned it around and revealed it had an Abby Cadabby design plastered on the front. Noticing Scootaloo’s wide eyes she addressed the girl’s expression, “I’m cheating a little bit here because this was actually just part of Sweetie Belle’s wardrobe when she was little. But, when I was mending your ruffled bloomers and leggings a while ago, she brought up how well that pair over there would look with this top.”
Scootaloo looked to her side, not particularly surprised to see a pair of navy-blue tights with bright pink and white stars on the ground next to her. “Ugh! You might as well let me run around in a t-shirt and diaper.” she groaned.
Picking up the tights from the ground, she held them at knee’s height for the girl and opened them up by their elastic waist. “Well, Scootaloo, you might be little but you’re not that little! Wearing nothing but a t-shirt and diaper is something only a baby would do. I figure you’d at least want to look like a preschooler, given that’s how you act.”
“What?” Scootaloo winced, feeling the nylon leggings ride up her padded behind. In spite of her question though, the adults in the room were wound up in their own conversation already.
Getting up from her seat, Fluttershy paced up to the stage and ran her hand through her niece’s hair, “So, you’re willing to do the photoshoot?”
Picking up the pair of plastic pants from the ground, she walked them over to the room’s changing table and set them on the bed. “Well of course I’m willing to do the photoshoot as long as you’re eager to do it.” Opening up a drawer, she dug through it and pulled out a large plastic, foam green case.
“Well I certainly am! I’d love to have photo of my favorite little niece in the living room.” The aunt replied, laying off Scootaloo’s already devastated bob cut. Taking note of how frazzled the back of her hairdo was, she smiled, “That said, is there something you could do to maybe touch up appearance before hand?
“Heyy! Are you saying I don’t look cute enough?” Scotoaloo squeaked, crossing her arms. Looking up at Fluttershy, she couldn’t help but shrink at the sight of bemused expressions looking down at her.
“Oooh, of course you’re cute enough honey bun.” The women cooed, lending down her hand again and giving the girl a supportive pat on the back, “I’m just saying we need to do something about your bedhead and maybe even doll it up a little.”
Bringing the case of makeup over to the lone coffee table infront of the podium, Rarity sat down on the plush couch cushion with a satisfied sigh. “Oooh, of course I’ll doll her up as long as she lets me. Scootaloo, be a good girl and come over here please.”
Scootaloo once again looked up at her aunt only to be met with an approving nod. Dawdling over to the other side of the room, she couldn’t help but ruminate as the soggy sensation of her diaper forced her theighs to awkwardly part with every step she took. By the time she eventually made it to her stylist, her diaper had sagged down as much as her leggings would let it. In spite of her diaper disaster, the hand that locked in on her chin, pincing it squarely and tilting it upwards like a raven’s claw.
“Hmmm.” Rarity medated, skimming past the lightly tanned complexion of the girl’s cheek, she glanced at her ordinary looking eyelashes and then at her less than flattering eyebrows before honing in on her amaythest irises.
Mezmorized by the slight pressure on her cheeks and the set of beautiful sapphires towering above her. She heard the words, “Well, you’ve got a lovely face dear, but we need to work on your grooming. I figure if we dazzle you up with some light makeup, a little waxing, a bit of blush, and maybe some pig tails we could make you look like a real cutie butt for your photo shoot. Does that sound nice?” to which the girl nodded coyly.
A little more in tune with what her friend was suggesting, Fluttershy doubled down on Rarity’s suggestion, “Wait, pig tails? I think that’d be cute, but I’m not sure if it’d be the most- uh- flattering haircut for a portrait.”
Letting go of the little one’s chinny chin chin, she experimentally ran her hand through the girl’s silky hair, “Well Fluttershy, unless you want me to bring wigs or extensions into the question, Scoot’s bob cut doesn’t leave us many options. It’s too short for an updo or proper braids.” Looking down again, she shot a glance at the girl, “Of course, if you really want we could trim you down to a pixie cut, dress you in a diaper, a flannel shirt, and western boots and let you be a little cowboy”
“Wha, nooo!” Scootaloo whined, clamping down on the sides of her hair with her palms.
“Rarity, not funny!” The aunt snapped, walking behind the girl and placing her hand on her shoulder, “Scootaloo might be rowdy like a silly baby boy, but she’s content with her femininity”.
The girl leaned back in her aunt’s embrace, “Mmmhmm, I like my hair the way it is. Are you sure we really have to do anything with it to take a nice photo?”
The fashionista folded her arms and leaned back in her seat, “Hmm, I’ll talk to your aunt about it.” She said, looking up at the other women in the room only to be met with an annoyed expression. “Don’t worry though, I promise I won’t trim your hair at all.” She added.
Hearing those words, Scootaloo audibly sighed and Fluttershy softened her expression.
“Good.” The fuchsia haired women remarked, letting her hands off her child she took a step back, “If you wanna talk about it over dinner, we can. I figure we can leave her in here to play as long as Sweetie Belle is watching her, right?”
Rarity looked to either side and then stared disappointingly up at Fluttershy, “But I just sat down- I- nevermind. Yes, I’m okay leaving Scootaloo in here as long as there are watchful eyes around.” She replied, rising from her seat. Walking towards the exit, she waved her hand in a disconcerted manner, “Sweetie Belle, be a dear and watch the baby while Fluttershy and I are gone. I think I should have dinner done in half an hour or so. So, don’t give her any snacks in the meantime.”
Sweetie Belle looked up from her phone and was greeted with the sight of her friend decked out like in a less than dignified outfit. Not only did her old t-shirt fit the girl surprisingly well, the sharp fit of her friend’s new blue tights did nothing to hide the added bulk around her butt. Even with the ruffles, it was more than apparent that she was wearing a diaper and a saggy one at that.
Suddenly, the corner of the girl’s lips peaked and she gushed, “Awwwh, look at you! You look like you just stumbled out of a daycare! Which, I guess you sort of just did.” She quipped.
Grabbing the elastic band of her tights, Scootaloo hiked them up her hips as far as she could take them, trying in vain to cover the peaking white pampers that clung to her tummy. “Rude! I know I look like a little kid, even without the baby clothes.”
Hopping off the couch, the bigger of the two girls walked over to her friend and ruffled her hair. “Ooh, hush. You’d look older if you wore the right clothes; just short.”
“I guess so.” Scootaloo replied, her face tinted a faint red as she the positive thought brushed her mind. “Do you have any idea what I could do in the meantime? I mean, apparently we’ve got a half hour to blow.” She said, looking around at the room’s colorful cubbies, playpen, and table.
“Hmm. Tell you what.” Sweetie said, made a b-line for one of the assorted colorful cubbies in the room, kicking the leg of the crème colored desk as she went “You wanna do something super nice for you aunt?”
Her eyes lighting up, Scootaloo nodded her head then drawdled over to the table. Sitting down at desk’s bench, she couldn’t help but flinch as she felt her bottom sink into the damp plushness of her padded seat. Inhaling deeply, she held it for a few seconds, opened her mouth and decompressed a bit. Before she had a chance to strike up a question, she watched a pad of white drawing paper and large cardboard box of crayons was dropped onto the table infront of her.
Glaring down at the white piece of paper, she rested her hand on her friend’s shoulder, “I say that if she’s taking you toy shopping later, you outta draw her something nice! That’s not to say that you owe her anything for doing stuff for you since you are so little after all. But, I know it’d mean the world to her if you drew her something pretty to hang on the wall”
“Really?” Scootaloo asked, tilting her head to the side, curiously examining the blank canvas as if it were an enigma, “What do you think I should draw?”
The sitter shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know Scoots. I know you don’t have the most expansive set of tools to draw with, but I’m sure you’ve got way more creativity in that brain of yours. Especially since you spend so much of the day sitting around, sulking in your stroller.” Looking down at the diaper peeking out of the back of her friend’s tights she teased, “Of course, you’re also not smart enough to be in a room unsupervised and you’re apparently lazy enough to voluntarily fudge your pampers, so maybe I’m giving you too much credit.”
Scootaloo let out a undignified scowl as she picked up a blue crayon, “Hmmph. Well, you can think that if you want. But, I think it’s a responsible tradeoff for being treated like a princess.”
