“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.”