There Sweetie Belle was, on all four of her hooves, diapered rear end pointed at the mirror, in an obviously wet diaper, waiting for Rarity to come in. She had just made the decision that she liked diapers and she was waiting to tell Rarity. It was mere moments after she had made this decision when Rarity walked in.
Rarity was obviously surprised to see Sweetie in that position, but she quickly recovered. “I see you’re up, Sweetie Belle. I didn’t expect you to be awake.” She sat down on the edge of the bed. “I see the bed’s dry. How ‘bout you?”
Sweetie hadn’t moved since Rarity entered. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyebrows were almost as high as they could go. It was shocking to see Rarity actually enter the room and be there when she was diapered, and wet, for that matter. It took a few moments for her to realize that Rarity had asked her a question and she was expected to respond. “Uh . . . Uh . . . n . . . n . . .” she stammered. “No.” She finally managed to say that she was wet. That was a step.
“That’s okay, Sweetie Belle. I didn’t really expect you to be dry. But at least the bed is okay.” Rarity paused and smiled at Sweetie Belle. “What say we get you out of that wet diaper before you get a rash?"
Sweetie’s mind was going crazy. She knew that she wanted to tell Rarity that she liked this, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She guessed she should have expected to be a little apprehensive. She guessed she didn’t want Rarity to think she was weird or something. She just couldn't say what she wanted to say.
All she could manage was a small, “Okay,” while she stood up. Rarity stood and patted the bed, motioning for her to lay down. She did, and even though a very big part her inside was screaming, “Tell her! Tell her!” she remained silent. She bet she blushed rather noticeably as she set her padded rear on the mattress. She couldn’t be sure, but she wouldn’t have been at all surprised if Rarity was thinking to herself, What was she doing? Why did she take her T-shirt off?
The plastic on her butt crinkled as she shifted on the bed. She stared up at Rarity as her older sister prepared to undiaper her. She was sad, but she couldn’t bring herself to do anything to stop it. As Rarity undid the tapes, it seemed to Sweetie that time was moving at an agonizingly slow rate. The sound made her wince. It was all she could do to keep from whimpering.
When Rarity raised the front of her diaper, the rush of cold air on her privates made her gasp. Rarity, probably thinking she was scared or embarrassed, soothed her as she grabbed both of Sweetie’s ankles in her magic and lifted them. Then, she removed Sweetie’s diaper, carefully guiding it along her tail. When she set Sweetie’s rear down on the soft comforter, Sweeie missed the padding she got from the diaper. She went totally limp.
Rarity took a warm washcloth and wiped off Sweetie’s crotch. She felt like she was going to die of embarrassment, not only because Rarity was treating her like a baby, but she wanted Rarity to do it. She loved it! Even so, she was still coming to grips with the decision that she had made.
Rarity frowned as she put her hooves on Sweetie’s shoulders. Sweetie stared up at her. She said, “Sweetie Belle, I know this all very hard for you, but there’s something we have to do today.” She paused. “We have to go to your old home and decide what things you want to come here.” Even though the prospect of going back to her house terrified her, Sweetie tried not to make any reaction. “I’ll put the rest of it in storage, but we can’t just leave it all there . . .”
Sweetie nodded slightly. “Okay.” Rarity patted Sweetie on the shoulder and started to leave. She had in her magic a plastic bag containing Sweetie’s wet diaper. “Come down soon, and we’ll have breakfast. Then we’ll have to leave.” She shut the door behind her.
Sweetie was alone. She sat down on the bed and thought about what had happened. What went wrong? she thought. She was so determined to tell Rarity before she came in, and then when she did come in, Sweetie had frozen up. She couldn't say anything at all, much less confess something of that nature. Was she afraid Rarity was going to think she was crazy? Was she afraid Rarity wasn’t going to accept it? Whatever the reason, she simply couldn’t talk about it. She had to get her courage up to tell Rarity. She had to.
After her inner monologue, Sweetie went downstairs. Rarity was waiting with breakfast: cold cereal.
After they had finished, Rarity said it was time to go to their old home. All Sweetie could do was sigh and say, “Okay.”
Together, they walked back to their old house. As soon as they started up the pathway, Sweetie knew that this was going to be tough. Just the sight of the house brought back memories that tugged at her heartstrings. Rarity wiped Sweetie’s eyes and Sweetie followed her up the walk. Rarity still had her key to the front door that their parents had given her just before they had left for their vacation. She unlocked it and walked in. She stood just inside the doorway and said, “Just look around for a while and tell me what you want to move to our house.”
Sweetie cringed. Rarity had said, “our house.” She had to remind herself that she was living with Rarity now. The home before her wasn’t her house anymore.
Sweetie looked around. This house had been her home for nearly ten years. She’d lived in it with her parents and Rarity her whole life. She saw the corner where she’d dump her saddlebags after school. She saw the couch where she and Rarity would sit together while their mother read them stories. She saw the table where they’d eat dinner every night.
Memories of what had happened in this house came flooding back to her. She remembered her mom cooking dinner in the kitchen. She remembered her dad sitting in his chair reading the paper. She looked out a window and saw the tree house her dad and her had built together last year when she was nine. She remembered the time she’d gotten beaten up at school and her mom had covered her with Band-Aids and antiseptic. She remembered the big fuss her parents had made on her first day of school.
Then she saw a picture lying on an end table of her parents, Rarity, and her. She couldn’t have been more than two in that picture. She was naked except for a diaper and her parents and Rarity were holding her together. She picked up the picture and stared at it. They were so happy. Rarity and her were so happy. A few stray teardrops fell on the picture and then she started crying full force.
It was just hard to imagine that they would never be happy again. Her mom would never cook dinner again. Her dad would never help her with her homework again. They’d never sit with her on the couch again. They’d never scold her, never praise her, never do anything again. They were gone. They were dead. She clutched the picture to her chest and sobbed some more. Rarity came and put her hooves around her. Sweetie guessed Rarity knew it wouldn't do any good to try to comfort her, seeing as how she was staying silent. Through her tears Sweetie managed to say, “The pictures. I want all the pictures. All the photo albums, all the pictures . . . I want to keep them.”
Rarity nodded and said, “Okay. We’ll take those.” Since she didn't make any immediate action Sweetie realized Rarity was probably going to have them picked up later. Sweetie guessed they probably couldn’t have gotten everything back in just her saddlebags anyway.
Still holding the picture, Sweetie wiped her eyes and started looking around again. There was a small clock on the mantle she had gotten for her mom last Mother’s Day. She remembered how much her mom had loved it. She was always cleaning and dusting it to make sure it was shiny. She liked that clock so much. “I want to keep that clock, Rarity. The one on the mantle.”
“Okay, Sweetie.”
Sweetie kept on looking. On one of the bookshelves, she saw a pair of her baby booties that her parents had bronzed. She’d always made fun of them for doing it. It seemed to her that it was a silly thing to do. Now she realized they only did it because they loved her and wanted to remember what she was like as a baby. It symbolized to her the love they had for her. “I want the booties . . . on the bookshelf.” She sniffled. “The bronzed ones.” She didn’t need to specify since they were the only ones there.
Rarity nodded silently.
Sweetie suddenly remembered something that she wanted. She walked to the kitchen and started rummaging through the cabinets and drawers. She had no idea where it was, but she knew they hadn’t thrown it away. It had to be here somewhere. Then she found it: a small, old, ragged apron. She used to wear it when she was little and she “helped” her mom fix meals. She didn’t know why she remembered it. She hadn’t worn it since she was about six, but she had to have it now. “I need to keep this . . . I used to . . .” She paused. “I used to wear this when I was little . . .” She wiped her eyes again. “When I would . . . help her fix dinner."
Rarity held Sweetie’s shoulders. “Okay. We’ll take that.” She stopped and took a breath. “I know this is hard for you, but we have to do this. Be strong.”
Rarity was right; this was hard. Sweetie nodded to show Rarity that she was doing okay. She figured that she’d found everything she needed downstairs, so she decided to go upstairs and look there. When she was about halfway up the stairs, she noticed something at the top of the stairs that she hadn’t noticed in a long time. It was a painting her dad had done of her when she was four. She was smiling. Clutched in her hooves was her little stuffed bunny, Mr. Bun. It was so realistic. Even though he’d gone into business, her dad had always wanted to be an artist. He didn’t paint very often after Sweetie was born. This was the only one she could remember him finishing.
She had walked by it everyday and she’d just gotten used to it being there. She hadn’t paid any attention to it for Celestia knew how long, but now she noticed it. She saw what she had meant to her parents and how much they had loved her. “Th-that painting. Dad painted it . . . I . . . I . . .” She couldn’t even talk anymore.
Rarity said, “I understand, Sweetie. We’ll get that too.”
Seeing the painting made Sweetie remember her stuffed bunny. Her parents had given it to her when she was very young. She’d had it for as long as she could remember. She carried it around everywhere she went until she was six, then she stopped because other kids made fun of her. She had to find it. She went into her room and into the closet. She dug around in the back for a while until she found an old cardboard box. She set down the apron and the photograph, and opened it. Inside was exactly what she was hoping for; a collection of stuff that she had used when she was younger. She found her old baby blanket, her old night-light, and a bib. The box was stuffed with memories. She kept digging through it until she found her stuffed bunny.
She picked it up and looked at its worn fur, its button eyes, its resewn seams, its forlorn look. Everything about it came rushing back to her. All the years she’d spent with it clutched in her hooves, dragging it along with her everywhere. All the nights she’d drifted off to sleep with it resting on her pillow. All the times she’d cried into its fur.
Finally, she broke down and began to sob. She hugged the bunny tightly and rocked back and forth. The tears ran down her face. She couldn't do anything to stop it. Rarity knelt beside her and wrapped her hooves around Sweetie. She kept whispering that it was going to be all right and rubbing Sweetie’s back. Sweetie kept crying hysterically for a few minutes until she calmed down.
While she sat there sniffling, Rarity kept Sweetie in her hooves. She wiped the tears from Sweetie’s cheeks and smiled at her. She looked so loving, so caring, Sweetie couldn't help but smile back. She didn’t know whether it was because she had found everything she wanted from her house or she didn’t want to look around anymore, but she didn’t want anything else.
“Rarity? That’s all I need. We can go now.” She expected Rarity to ask her if she was sure that was all she wanted, but she didn’t. Instead, Rarity said, “Okay.” and then helped Sweetie stand up. She guessed Rarity understood.
They walked together back downstairs. Rarity kept her hoof around Sweetie’s shoulder the whole time until they went outside. In her saddlebags, Sweetie held the apron, the photograph of her family, and her stuffed rabbit.
They walked back to Rarity's house in silence. Sweetie kept staring at the picture of her parents. She missed them so much.
Upon getting back to the boutique, Rarity went upstairs and Sweetie went to the couch. She set her things on the coffee table and laid down. She kept staring at the old photograph. At first, she kept her eyes on Rarity and her parents. They looked so young, so happy. Gradually, her focus drifted to herself. She looked happy too. She must have been almost two when the picture was taken. She couldn’t help staring at her diaper. She figured she must have subconsciously made a connection between the diaper and being happy. She didn’t have any worries back then. She didn’t have anything to make her unhappy. She was completely carefree. She wished she could feel that way again.
She started to long for that carefree happiness again. That comfort, that safety. She had tasted it that morning when she enjoyed the infantile feelings of the diaper. She wanted it back. She decided to get it, right then. She wiped the tears from her eyes and went to go find Rarity. She took her rabbit with her.
It took awhile for her to find Rarity; She had to check a couple different rooms before she saw her sister sitting in her inspiration room, working on something. Rarity saw her come in. “Hi, Sweetie Belle. How are you doing?”
“I’m okay,” Sweetie said. She must not have looked it; her mane was messed up; the fur on her face was covered with dried tears; and her eyes were all red and puffy from crying. She paused for a minute. She started to talk, but she hesitated. This was going to be tougher than she thought. She looked down at her hooves. “Rarity?”
“Yes, Sweetie Belle?”
Sweetie bit her lower lip as she considered the magnitude of what she was about to say. Once she said it, it was out there; she couldn’t take it back. She could still back out of it and have Rarity continue to think that she was sane. Who knew how Rarity would react once she told her? She could always say no. She could stop wanting to take care of Sweetie. She could send Sweetie somewhere else.
Thoughts like that kept running through Sweetie’s head, but then she glanced up and saw Rarity smiling at her. She realized then that Rarity would never send her away. Her smile was so loving. Rarity would never stop taking care of her. She was slightly reassured by Rarity’s smile, so she bit the bullet and said it.
“Can I wear diapers?”
Sweetie looked down at the floor again. She had said it. It was out there. She couldn’t take it back now, no matter how much she wanted to. She had crossed that line. The pause that occurred after she said it was absolutely agonizing. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Rarity.
“What’s that Sweetie Belle?”
Rarity was surprised by her request, Sweetie Belle figured. She assumed Rarity thought she’d misunderstood her. But she couldn’t yet tell how Rarity had reacted. She was forced to repeat herself. “I want to wear diapers.” There was an empty feeling in her stomach and the back of her neck was all prickly. Even though she knew Rarity would never do anything to hurt her, she was absolutely terrified. Waiting for her reaction was hard.
"But you do, Sweetie Belle. Remember, we decided you’d wear them to bed.”
“I know, but I want to wear them . . . all the time.” She felt so dirty. She felt weird and sick and crazy. She thought about what she was asking for and she wondered if she hadn’t indeed gone off the deep end. She was ten! What possible reason could she have had for wanting to wear diapers? She felt like she was about to start crying again. In retrospect, she was surprised she didn’t just wet herself right there; it might have helped her argument anyway.
Rarity walked over and knelt down in front of Sweetie. She raised Sweetie’s chin so she was looking her in the face. Rarity had a confused and slightly concerned expression on her face. “Sweetie Belle, why do you want to wear diapers?”
Sweetie was so embarrassed. It hurt to look at her sister. She wanted to turn away so badly. She wanted to run away. She wanted to say, “Just kidding!” and have it all be over. But she couldn’t. She had started this and she had to follow it through to the end, whatever end that may have been. She said, “Well, this morning . . . when I was . . . wearing . . . the diaper . . . I felt . . . felt kind of . . . comfortable . . .” She bit her lower lip again. “I felt . . . safe . . . I . . . I don’t know . . . I felt happy.” There were tears were welling up in her eyes again.
Sweetie gave in. She closed her eyes and she started crying again. She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t take it anymore. She felt bad just looking at Rarity. She mumbled softly, “I’m sorry.” But Rarity wrapped her hooves around Sweetie in the biggest hug she had given her yet.
“Oh, Sweetie Belle, it’s okay . . . It’s okay, Sweetie Belle. Don’t be sorry, it’s all fine . . . Don’t worry.”
Sweetie wrapped her hooves around Rarity’s neck and continued to cry. She was so ashamed.
Rarity picked her up and laid her in her lap. “Dry your tears, Sweetie Belle. Don’t cry, it’s all going to be fine, Sweetie Belle. Don’t worry.”
Sweetie’s breathing was coming in short gasps now, but she followed Rarity’s advice and rubbed her eyes. She looked up at Rarity, wondering what she meant.
“I’m sorry I scared you, Sweetie Belle . . . I was thinking. You see, I was just a little surprised by what you said.” She chuckled a little. “But I think I understand what you want. I can understand why you'd think that.
“You’ve just been through a very traumatic experience and you want to escape from all your cares and worries for a little while. That could have been partly to blame for your bed-wetting. If what you want is to be babied, then what kind of sister would I be to keep that from you? It’s such a simple, innocent request, too. So don’t be scared, Sweetie Belle. If diapers are what will make you happy right now, then that’s what you will get.”
Sweetie Belle was ecstatic. All her fears had been dashed. This had lived up to her greatest hopes for how Rarity would react. She almost couldn’t believe it. “Y . . . you mean it?”
Rarity smiled at Sweetie and gave her another hug. “Of course I do, Sweetie Belle! Do you want to start right now?”
Sweetie was stunned for a second. “What?”
“Do you want me to put a diaper on you right now?”
Even though this was exactly what Sweetie had been hoping for, the actual, real prospect of being diapered again was a little scary. She guessed this was what she wanted, so there was no time like the present. She nodded slowly. “Y . . . yeah . . .”
Rarity picked Sweetie up again. “Okey-dokey, little sis.” She grinned, and they walked off towards Sweetie’s room.
The whole way there Sweetie was wiping the tears from her eyes. The walk was an interesting one. She was anxious to be diapered, but there was a part of her that didn’t want it. Part of her was clinging to her adolescent self-sufficiency. Part of her didn’t want to have to rely on anypony for anything. The more “adult”, the more “mature” part of her wanted to get by alone. Part of her was afraid of being let down, but she looked at Rarity, and all of those fears were assuaged.
They came into Sweetie’s room and Rarity set Sweetie on the edge of her bed. “Lay down, Sweetie Belle. I’ll be back in a minute.” She left, presumably to get Sweetie’s diaper.
Sweetie stared at the ceiling and clutched her stuffed bunny. She licked her lips in anticipation as she imagined what was to come. The part of her that wasn’t looking forward to this kept getting smaller and smaller as she began to understand that this was what she really wanted. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.
In a few moments, Rarity re-entered carrying a very distinct collection of objects. She set it down beside Sweetie on the bed and then turned her attention to Sweetie. All Sweetie could do was watch her actions with wide eyes, in a state of disbelief. She paused and looked at Sweetie. “You’re sure this is what you want, Sweetie Belle . . .”
Sweetie nodded slowly and hugged Mr. Bun.
Rarity nodded. “All right.” With that, she reached for the baby powder and began to sprinkle it liberally on Sweetie’s diaper area. The scent was thick and homey. Sweetie relaxed immensely as she inhaled the babyish smell. Rarity began to rub it in and Sweetie didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed. She was too caught up in being cared for. After Rarity had done Sweetie’s front, she rolled Sweetie over onto her side so she could powder Sweetie’s rear too. She made sure to get the small area above Sweetie’s tail as well as her cheeks. Before she rolled Sweetie onto her back, she took the diaper and spread it out beneath Sweetie so Sweetie would roll right back onto it.
Once Rarity did, Sweetie felt the padding beneath her and she heard the crinkling plastic. She closed her eyes and let the feelings overtake her. As she did so, a wide smile gradually grew across her face.
She opened her eyes slightly to see Rarity smiling down at her. She spread Sweetie’s legs apart and raised the front of the diaper. Once the diaper covered Sweetie’s crotch, she began to get the feelings of safety and comfort she had had this morning. The sounds of the tapes being attached were like sweet music to her ears. Once it was done, Sweetie was safe and secure in her diaper. Somehow, her hoof crawled up to her lips and she began to suck on it.
She hugged Mr. Bun and let out another contented sigh. Just as she was lost in euphoria,
Rarity lifted Sweetie up again and set her on the floor. Sweetie relished the feeling of being diapered. The bunched up material between her legs, the pressure, the crinkling plastic. It was great! She continued to suck happily on her hoof. Her change had left a small amount of powder on the bed sheet, which Rarity noticed. She said, “Well, I’m going to have to get you a plastic sheet to lie on. Or something . . .” She rubbed her chin while she got lost in thought for a moment. Her pondering, speculative look almost frightened Sweetie for a minute, but it passed and she smiled at Sweetie again.
"Well, Sweetie Belle, I know it’s a little late, but how about we get some lunch?”
Sweetie smiled and nodded. Rarity led the way back downstairs. Sweetie had a little trouble at the beginning of the walk because of the added bulk of the diaper. By the time they made it to the kitchen, she had basically gotten the hang of it. She sat down at the table in the little breakfast nook, enjoying the padding beneath her. She set Mr. Bun aside so she would be ready to eat.
Rarity said, “Just give me a minute to fix you something . . . In the meantime, this should tide you over.” She gave Sweetie a small bowl of applesauce, which Sweetie loved. “I hope you like it.”
Sweetie didn’t waste any time. She immediately dove into the bowl. At the rate she was eating, she finished it in moments.
Rarity came over and chuckled at how fast Sweetie had eaten. “I’m glad you liked it . . . but, hold on . . .” She took a napkin and wiped Sweetie’s face. It seemed Sweetie had missed her mouth a little while she was eating. When Rarity had her cleaned off, she smiled. “There we go. Now I’ve got a little something ready, let me get it.”
She came back with a plate that had a crustless peanut butter and jelly sandwich, chips, a glass of milk, and a banana cut into slices.
Sweetie said, “Mom used to cut bananas that way . . . She’d call them banana pennies.” She closed her eyes and sighed. Rarity came up beside her and hugged her. Then she kissed Sweetie’s cheek. Sweetie started to eat and Rarity went back to the kitchen.
In a few minutes, she came back with a salad and a diet soda. Sweetie remembered that on the first day she’d been over, Rarity had given her a sandwich and chips, but she'd given her a regular soda then. Why Rarity had given her milk now, she didn’t know, but she liked milk, so she didn’t mind. Rarity quietly munched her salad while Sweetie ate her food, not quite as quietly. Something about being diapered had an effect on her table manners.
Sweetie finished her glass of milk about halfway through the rest of her meal (her sandwich had too much peanut butter and not enough jelly) and Rarity refilled her glass. She thanked Rarity, who returned to her salad. They hadn’t really talked at all during the meal. Sweetie didn’t know whether the silence was uncomfortable for her, or she just wanted to say something, but she felt like she needed to talk.
“Rarity?”
She swallowed her bite. “Yes Sweetie Belle?"
Sweetie hesitated slightly. “Are you . . . sure you’re okay with this? I mean, you don’t think I’m weird or anything, do you?”
Rarity smiled at her. “Of course I don’t, Sweetie Belle! I think the way you’re reacting makes perfect sense. And as long as you need me, I’ll be there for you. Whatever you need. You have no reason to feel embarrassed or ashamed about anything. All I want is for you to be happy."
Sweetie blushed. How could she be uncomfortable with herself when Rarity was so kind and accepting? She smiled and said, “Thank you, Rarity.” She got back to her meal. Rarity finished just a few minutes before she did, but the mare just sat there and watched Sweetie eat. When she had finished, Rarity took her plate and placed it in the dishwasher.
“Sweetie Belle, how about this afternoon we take a nap?”
“Okay, Rarity.”
“You can go on up while I finish cleaning up.”
She ran up to Rarity’s bedroom and climbed into bed. When Rarity came into the room, she laid down beside Sweetie and patted her on the head and motioned for her to come closer. Sweetie scooted close to her so they could share the pillow. Rarity had Sweetie lay her head in her lap.
Sweetie brought her hindhooves up to her chest, wrapped her tail around herself, and began to suck her hoof. Rarity gently stroked Sweetie’s mane as she whimpered and tears dripped down her face. She remained with her head in Rarity’s lap and her hoof in her mouth. She was comfortable that way.
Later in the afternoon, Sweetie got a familiar feeling. She had to pee. Reacting as she normally would have, she started to ask Rarity if she could get up to go to the bathroom. She popped her hoof out of her mouth and said, “Rarity, can I––” She stopped herself when she remembered her current situation. Rarity didn’t know what she was going to ask, though.
“What’s that, Sweetie Belle?”
“N-nothing, never mind.” She started sucking on her hoof again as she returned to trying to get back to sleep. She thought she heard Rarity chuckling a little, but she could’ve been mistaken.
“Okay, Sweetie Belle. If you say so.”
Even though Sweetie was trying her best to get back to sleep, her attention was directed elsewhere. She was having an unexpected difficulty with wetting herself. She had done it before, but that was different. That was when she’d been alone in her room, when she was awash with babyish tendencies. Now she was laying on the lap of her new caretaker, who a very small part of her was still trying to convince that she was tough and self-sufficient.
She furrowed her brow in concentration as she tried to let it go. Gradually she began to suck on her hoof more strenuously. And yet she produced no results. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t do. She knew she had to, but she couldn’t do it. She guessed she wasn’t quite ready yet. But then she got an idea. She got off Rarity's lap. Rarity looked at her curiously.
“Excuse me a minute,” she said around her hoof. Since she hadn’t bothered to take her hoof out of her mouth, it wasn’t quite that intelligible, but Rarity understood. She started to walk out of the room.
“Do you want me to take your diaper off?” Sweetie turned back and shook her head. Rarity misunderstood her actions. She thought Sweetie was going to the bathroom. Well, she was in a sense. But all Sweetie needed to do was be by herself for a few minutes. She wasn’t going to the actual room where most ponies go.
All she did was leave the room and turn the corner. She had entered some type of reading room or a small library or something, but that didn’t matter. She was alone for a minute, which was what she needed. She sat down right there on the hard floor. The padding under her behind reminded her of her condition. She closed her eyes and started sucking more thoroughly on her hoof. She pictured herself as she’d seen herself in the mirror that morning: wearing nothing but a wet diaper. She pictured herself as she was in the painting her dad had made. She pictured herself as she was in the photo with her parents and Rarity.
That did it. No sooner had she created that image was it that she began to wet. A smile crept upon her lips and she released a contented sigh as the warm, wet feeling spread over her crotch. She could feel the diaper absorbing the liquid as she released it. The wetness spread over the front of her diaper, sank down below and pooled a little at the bottom. Then she had finished.
She pushed slightly and felt how moist the material was inside.
Having done what she set out to do, Sweetie returned to the bedroom. Rarity smiled at her when she entered. Sweetie had not been gone as long as Rarity had expected, and as she came back Rarity understood what Sweetie had done. She patted the spot beside her. Sweetie laid back down, laid her head on Rarity’s side, and curled herself back into the ball she was in before. Rarity gave Sweetie a little pat on her diapered behind and winked at her.
After a few minutes had passed, Rarity slid out from under Sweetie and laid her sister’s head on a pillow. Sweetie didn’t even move to help her; she just let Rarity manipulate her how she wanted. Once Sweetie was comfortable again, Rarity said, “I’m going to get dinner started, okay, Sweetie Belle?”
Sweetie nodded in acknowledgment from her position on the bed. She left for the kitchen while Sweetie continued to snooze on. She was suddenly reminded of her stuffed rabbit, Mr. Bun, which she realized she had left in the breakfast nook when she had eaten her late lunch.
Just as she had almost decided to go out and get it, Rarity came back in the room. She said, “Before I go get started, I meant to ask you: is there anything I can get you?”
Sweetie nodded. “Can I have my bunny?” She had taken her hoof out of her mouth briefly to ask, but then she immediately replaced it.
Rarity smiled warmly. “Sure thing, Sweetie Belle. I’ll get it.” She left for the breakfast nook, and came back a few moments later with Mr. Bun. Sweetie extended her free hoof to accept it, and Rarity gave it to her. She clutched it close and felt better. Rarity came back over to the bed to sit down.
“I think I’ll get dinner started in a little while. Sit up for a second, Sweetie Belle, and I’ll slide in.” Sweetie sat up, and Rarity took her place by Sweetie’s. Immediately after she had settled in, Sweetie laid her head back on her side and that’s where she stayed. Rarity’s loving hooves held her close. She could feel the warmth of Rarity’s body. She could feel Rarity’s slow, steady breathing. She could even feel Rarity’s heartbeat. Even though her eyes were closed, Sweetie could feel Rarity looking down at her.
It was in this position that Sweetie realized it: her parents were gone, but they were looking down on her and Rarity. They loved them, and they wanted them to be happy. Rarity would make sure Sweetie was happy. Rarity loved her, too. She was safe in Rarity’s hooves, in her care. Sweetie didn’t have to worry anymore. She felt a great release of tension. She snuggled closer into Rarity’s side.
Sweetie didn’t know for how long she slept. She was cuddled in Rarity’s side with her eyes closed, clutching her stuffed bunny and sucking her hoof. She didn’t dare move. She was so comfortable. They just sat there for a few minutes, Rarity running her hooves through Sweetie’s mane. Sweetie wanted to cry again, but this time for a different reason. She didn’t quite understand it. She was so happy. It was such happiness that she didn’t really know how to react. She felt like she wanted to cry, but she didn’t.
After what must have been thirty minutes of that, (it went far too fast for Sweetie’s taste – she wanted it to last forever) Rarity sat up and lifted Sweetie up. Sweetie opened her eyes. “I should go get started on dinner,” she said. “But before that, what say we get you changed?” She smiled and gave Sweetie a kiss. Sweetie hadn’t even had to tell her that she needed to be changed.
She carried Sweetie up the stairs and into her room. She laid Sweetie down on her bed again. She watched Rarity intently while she hugged her bunny and sucked on her hoof. Rarity had left the diapers and the powder next to Sweetie’s bed the last time she had changed Sweetie, so they were right at her disposal. Rarity undid the tapes on the sides and lowered the front. The smell of urine was quite noticeable even though it was mixed with baby powder, but Rarity (thankfully) didn’t seem to mind.
The air was chilly on Sweetie’s damp privates. Rarity got a look on her face like she had forgotten something, then said, “Hold on, Sweetie Belle. I’ll be right back.” She left Sweetie there, exposed and cold, but not embarrassed. Sweetie fidgeted a little as the cold air tickled her crotch, but Rarity returned quickly.
Rarity had in her magic a washcloth. She was going to use it to wash Sweetie’s diaper area. It was wet with warm water, and felt very nice on Sweetie’s chilled loins. She made sure to get every bit of exposed skin, which prompted a soft yelp from Sweetie. Once she had cleansed and dried Sweetie’s front, she rolled Sweetie onto her side and pulled the diaper off, sliding her tail through the hole.
She cleaned the lower part of Sweetie’s bottom, which had gotten a little wet. Then she got the little bit of fur between Sweetie’s legs and let her roll back. Then she got the baby powder. She powdered Sweetie’s front and was very careful to rub it in everywhere, then she rolled Sweetie once again and powdered her rear. Before she set Sweetie’s butt down again, she unfolded a new diaper underneath it.
As Sweetie’s bottom came to rest on the soft padding of the diaper, she smiled. Rarity spread her legs apart and pulled the diaper up to cover her front. She fastened the tapes and Sweetie was once again safely diapered.
Rarity put her hooves underneath Sweetie and lifted her up. She set Sweetie on her back and started to walk out. “Let’s get some dinner,” she said.
Once the actual dinner had been prepared, Rarity carried Sweetie down to the kitchen and set her in the chair. It was an interesting feeling; the warm, soft padding under Sweetie’s bottom and the cold, hard wood under her upper thighs. She sat for a minute, hugging Mr. Bun and sucking her hoof, while she waited for Rarity to get their dinner.
She came back a few minutes later with two big plates of spaghetti. “I hope you like spaghetti,” she said. It seemed to Sweetie Belle that Rarity had the uncanny ability to always select her favorite foods. Maybe their parents had told her before they’d left. Sweetie squealed with glee as Rarity set it in front of her. She set her stuffed rabbit aside and grabbed a fork just as Rarity placed a large glass of milk beside Sweetie’s plate and a basket of rolls in the middle of the table.
Sweetie started eating right away and with very little concern for what Rarity thought of her behavior. By the end of the meal her entire face and front were covered with spaghetti sauce and bread crumbs, and she had a big milk mustache. Rarity chuckled, and her laughter made Sweetie notice what she looked like. She grinned sheepishly, but she didn’t feel embarrassed. She didn’t need to.
Rarity said, “In the future, I think we should get you a bib.” To her surprise, and probably to Rarity’s too, Sweetie nodded her head vigorously at the suggestion. She guessed it would have at least saved her front in this situation. In its current condition, she hardly thought it was salvageable. While Rarity cleared the table she let out a small burp. Afterwards, she said, “’Scuse me.”
When the table was cleared and the dishes were taken care of, Rarity came back and knelt beside Sweetie’s chair. With a rag, she wiped Sweetie’s face and chest clean. She smiled and ruffled up Sweetie’s mane. Sweetie giggled. “Grab your rabbit and follow me. I’ve got something I want to show you.” She walked off. Sweetie took Mr. Bun and ran after her.
They walked through a few hallways and rooms that Sweetie hadn’t been in before until they stopped in a room that faced west and had a large plate glass window. The sun was just setting and the image it presented was very pretty.
“Have a seat, Sweetie Belle, I’ll be right back.”
Sweetie plopped down on the hard floor and crossed her forehooves. She stuck her hoof in her mouth as she gazed at the gorgeous sunset. She glanced down and admired her attire, or lack thereof. She enjoyed wearing her diaper so it was visible. She was comfortable with that.
Rarity came back in a few minutes with a large pillow. It must have been large enough for Sweetie to lay on fully stretched out, without any of her hanging off. She set the pillow on the floor and said, “Have a seat, Sweetie Belle.” Instead of walking, Sweetie got down on her hooves and knees and crawled over to the pillow. She sat down and sank a little into its soft stuffing.
The pillow was so comfortable! The covering was silky smooth and it provided the perfect amount of softness and support. Sweetie relished the sensations the case made against the back of her thighs.
Rarity walked over to another side of the room, where there was apparently a piano that Sweetie hadn’t even noticed until just then! She sat down at the piano and uncovered the keys. Immediately, she started playing some beautiful classical piece. Her hooves just danced across the keys; it was so amazing that Sweetie’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. After she had finished, she turned and smiled at Sweetie. “I take it you didn’t know I played the piano.” Sweetie shook her head slowly.
She took a book of music from a shelf next to the piano and opened it. She turned a few pages and began to play again. This time, she started singing along. Her voice was so beautiful. Sweet and soft, but full.
When she finished Sweetie clapped loudly.
Rarity smiled, “Thank you, Sweetie Belle.” Then she started playing again.
Sweetie almost melted as she listened to the words being sung to her by somepony so close to her. Considering how she’d felt for the past few days, this was the exact opposite feeling. She felt so completely safe, so free from worry, so loved, so contented. She felt like Rarity would take care of her forever. She was completely free from worry, just like she wanted.
After her childrens’ song montage, Rarity moved on to some stuff that Sweetie didn’t know as well. It was music that their parents had listened to, Sweetie remembered. Rarity played song after song as the sun sank on the horizon and the room was hued dark red. She kept playing as the sun vanished, and the room was illuminated only by the light of the moon coming in through the large plate glass window.
A lot of the time while she was singing, Sweetie didn’t even hear the words. She would get lost in Rarity’s voice. It was so beautiful. Sweetie would listen to her sing more than she would listen to what she was singing. But it was all so beautiful that it didn’t matter. The message of the songs always came through even if she didn’t hear.