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?”