//------------------------------// // Chapter Twenty Three: Cutesy Clothes // Story: Holding Onto You // by AlliePastel //------------------------------// “Uuggh. Rarity, we’ve already tried on three outfits. If one of them fits, shouldn’t they all?” Scootaloo bellowed, her legs planted firmly on the ground as the woman tugged a pair of chino pull-on shorts were tugged down her thighs and dropped down to her feet, leaving her in nothing but her diaper, plastic pants, and white onesie. Picking up the girl’s feet one by one, Rarity managed to yank the shorts from under the girl. “Mmm. You know most girls your age would absolutely love to play dress up.” She commented, folding the piece before getting to work on the onesie’s buttons. Looking down at her tummy, the small girl watched as her dresser successfully undid the snaps, revealing the bulky white plastic panties protruding from her waist. “Not if they’re being dressed up against their will.” She pouted, crossing her arms. Rarity gasped, melodratmically covering her mouth with her palm, “Whaa? Why, you’re not being dressed against your will.” Pausing for just a second before getting back to unbuttoning, “Well, maybe you are. But, we do need to make sure these little getups fit you before we send you off with them. Besides, you look absolutely darling.” Puckering her lips, the child continued to silently boil like a coffee pot. “Hmm, well someone is just awfully grumpy, isn’t she?” Rarity questioned, letting her arms to the side, “Tell me dear, are you really annoyed with the outfits or are you still not over your plastic panties yet?” Lowering her defenses, she let her arms fall to the side, “Maaaaaybe. I just don’t like dress up. But I really don’t like the plastic pants! It’s way too warm in here and it’s making my butt sweat.” Letting out a long-winded groan the fashionista turned to face the women sitting just behind her on the couch, “Fluttershy, you’re her adult. Are you okay with my changing her into something a little lighter? I can’t guarantee that her clothes will stay clean, but it might be a bit more comfortable for her.” Bringing her still hot coffee up to her lips, the women shrugged her shoulders then took a small sip. “Oooh, I don’t mind if you do. Dirty laundry is just one of those things I’m going to have to get used to as a parent anyways.” Her eyes still glued to her phone screen, Sweetie Belle pondered, “Well, she’s been sitting around all day and she ate an entire chocolate bar. Maybe she’s just cranky because she hasn’t had a nap since lunch.” “Mmm, you might be right.” Rarity responded as she leaned over and stripped the plastic garment from the girl’s waist, “Tell me Miss Scootaloo, are you really getting tired? Because if so, I can tuck you in for a nap. Why, I’ll even put on a cartoon for you.” “Wha? I am not tired.” Scootaloo retorted, sitting up on the still crisp pamper hugging her bottom. Using her hands to balance herself, she added, “I’m just bored of sitting around and trying on clothes and modeling stuff.” Standing up, the woman tossed the plastic pants aside and leaned in, scooping the girl up by her underarms. “Ooh. Well if you’re bored, than perhaps you need to move around a bit.” She said, setting her down on her feet, “Tell me, can you give me twenty five jumping jacks?” As soon as Scootaloo was stood up, the tail of her onesie fell, giving her shirt a tail. Unaware of the fabric dangling gracefully from her back, Scootaloo looked up at the fashionista and nodded, “Ooh, yeah! I haven’t got to play in forever. So, I could totally do twenty-five jumping jacks.” Egging the child on, Fluttershy leaned back on the couch and crossed her legs, “Ooh, I don’t know about that Scootaloo. Twenty-five jumping jacks is a lot for a girl of your uh- physique. Maybe you should start off with less.” “Wha, no way! I can totally handle that many jumping jacks.” Scootaloo insisted, dawdling up to her aunt like a duck. Confused by the women’s bemused expression, she placed her hands on her hips and proudly boasted, “I’m strong like Rainbow Dash! I know I’m not the biggest, but I can run super-fast and I’m good at jumping and stuff too!” “Hmm, okay” Fluttershy reluctantly agreed, “You can do your jumping jacks. But please be careful, you wouldn’t want an accident.” Without saying as much as a word, the child looked back at the other women in the room with a smirk then began jumping. With a smile on her face, Rarity began methodically counting “One, two, three” and so forth. However- as she was quick to notice- with every hop and splay of her thighs, the flexible plastic coasting of the elastic waist of the diaper became more distorted and ruffled, causing it sag off her already small bottom by the time she finished counting. Scootaloo content with her actions placed her hands proudly on her hips and smiled, “See! I told you I could do twenty jumping jacks!” to which she was met with positive expressions from the rest of the room. Being the pinnacle of class she was, Rarity was quick to intervene. Crouching behind the child, she took the liberty of hoisting the girl’s pampers up her bottom as she praised her, “Ooh, why you were right Scootaloo. I was on the fence on whether twenty-five was too many for you to do. But, you seemed to handle yourself pretty well.” “Mmmhmm,” Fluttershy nodded in agreement. Luring the girl in with a wave of her hand, she bent over in her seat and peaked inside the front of her niece’s diaper. Letting go of the tape guard, she casually remarked, “I figured between your lil legs and your saggy diapee, you might loose your balance. But, you proved me wrong.” Curiously, Scootaloo bunched the fabric of the front of her onesie and tugged it up with one hand as she used her other hand to prod the front of her underwear. To her surpise, she genuinely was wet; but she didn’t let it damper her spirits, “Heh, it’s cause I’m strong even if I’m little. Just cause I’m a big baby doesn’t mean I move around like one.” “Hehe, well you’re right about that dear.” Fluttershy replied, pulling the onesie up and over her head “I guess we have been neglecting keeping you active lately. No wonder you’ve been so antsy in your stroller.” “Mmm. Well, I’d hate to interject. But, I suppose if you want we could get the little one dressed in something comfortable and let her play a little bit. I think I have the perfect outfit to spend some time in the nursery.” In contrast to the little girl’s less than enthused response, Fluttershy eagerly nodded her head, “Oh yes, feel free to Rarity. Are you going to show us one of those super special dresses you teased earlier?” Feeling a set of hands grab around her underarms, Scootaloo accepted the hands lifting her into the air. Her legs dangling, she squeezed her thighs together, creating a wet squishing sensation. She knew she was wet, but not that wet. However, her train of thought was derailed as she was once again set butt first on the main platform. Walking to the opposite side of the room, she opened the wardrobe full of the test outfits and began pulling a couple of things out. “Mmm, I do have a very special dress in mind for Scootaloo. But, I figure that can wait.” Tossing her phone onto the couch, Sweetie Belle questioned, “Why wait? You know the second we stick a dress on Scootaloo she’s going to try to wrestle her way out of it like a dog with a cone on its neck”. “Will nawt!” Scootaloo replied, standing up causing her diaper to once against sag as much as her bodysuit would let it. Disregarding the layer of fabric in the way, Scootaloo balled the fabric and the side tabs of her diapers in her palm and nicked it up, causing the icky wet sensation to crawl further up her backside. Smirking, she continued to justify her claim, “I can handle wearing a dress! I’m not afraid!” With the clothes hung over her shoulder, Rarity returned to the child with a smile, “Well, that’s good dear. Because I do in fact plan on dressing you up nice and pretty.” “Ooh, are we going to do the photoshoot?” Fluttershy questioned, clapping her hands together excitedly, “I know you were on the fence about it earlier.” Picking up a white blouse with a pink tutu attached to the bottom, she turned it around and revealed it had an Abby Cadabby design plastered on the front. Noticing Scootaloo’s wide eyes she addressed the girl’s expression, “I’m cheating a little bit here because this was actually just part of Sweetie Belle’s wardrobe when she was little. But, when I was mending your ruffled bloomers and leggings a while ago, she brought up how well that pair over there would look with this top.” Scootaloo looked to her side, not particularly surprised to see a pair of navy-blue tights with bright pink and white stars on the ground next to her. “Ugh! You might as well let me run around in a t-shirt and diaper.” she groaned. Picking up the tights from the ground, she held them at knee’s height for the girl and opened them up by their elastic waist. “Well, Scootaloo, you might be little but you’re not that little! Wearing nothing but a t-shirt and diaper is something only a baby would do. I figure you’d at least want to look like a preschooler, given that’s how you act.” “What?” Scootaloo winced, feeling the nylon leggings ride up her padded behind. In spite of her question though, the adults in the room were wound up in their own conversation already. Getting up from her seat, Fluttershy paced up to the stage and ran her hand through her niece’s hair, “So, you’re willing to do the photoshoot?” Picking up the pair of plastic pants from the ground, she walked them over to the room’s changing table and set them on the bed. “Well of course I’m willing to do the photoshoot as long as you’re eager to do it.” Opening up a drawer, she dug through it and pulled out a large plastic, foam green case. “Well I certainly am! I’d love to have photo of my favorite little niece in the living room.” The aunt replied, laying off Scootaloo’s already devastated bob cut. Taking note of how frazzled the back of her hairdo was, she smiled, “That said, is there something you could do to maybe touch up appearance before hand? “Heyy! Are you saying I don’t look cute enough?” Scotoaloo squeaked, crossing her arms. Looking up at Fluttershy, she couldn’t help but shrink at the sight of bemused expressions looking down at her. “Oooh, of course you’re cute enough honey bun.” The women cooed, lending down her hand again and giving the girl a supportive pat on the back, “I’m just saying we need to do something about your bedhead and maybe even doll it up a little.” Bringing the case of makeup over to the lone coffee table infront of the podium, Rarity sat down on the plush couch cushion with a satisfied sigh. “Oooh, of course I’ll doll her up as long as she lets me. Scootaloo, be a good girl and come over here please.” Scootaloo once again looked up at her aunt only to be met with an approving nod. Dawdling over to the other side of the room, she couldn’t help but ruminate as the soggy sensation of her diaper forced her theighs to awkwardly part with every step she took. By the time she eventually made it to her stylist, her diaper had sagged down as much as her leggings would let it. In spite of her diaper disaster, the hand that locked in on her chin, pincing it squarely and tilting it upwards like a raven’s claw. “Hmmm.” Rarity medated, skimming past the lightly tanned complexion of the girl’s cheek, she glanced at her ordinary looking eyelashes and then at her less than flattering eyebrows before honing in on her amaythest irises. Mezmorized by the slight pressure on her cheeks and the set of beautiful sapphires towering above her. She heard the words, “Well, you’ve got a lovely face dear, but we need to work on your grooming. I figure if we dazzle you up with some light makeup, a little waxing, a bit of blush, and maybe some pig tails we could make you look like a real cutie butt for your photo shoot. Does that sound nice?” to which the girl nodded coyly. A little more in tune with what her friend was suggesting, Fluttershy doubled down on Rarity’s suggestion, “Wait, pig tails? I think that’d be cute, but I’m not sure if it’d be the most- uh- flattering haircut for a portrait.” Letting go of the little one’s chinny chin chin, she experimentally ran her hand through the girl’s silky hair, “Well Fluttershy, unless you want me to bring wigs or extensions into the question, Scoot’s bob cut doesn’t leave us many options. It’s too short for an updo or proper braids.” Looking down again, she shot a glance at the girl, “Of course, if you really want we could trim you down to a pixie cut, dress you in a diaper, a flannel shirt, and western boots and let you be a little cowboy” “Wha, nooo!” Scootaloo whined, clamping down on the sides of her hair with her palms. “Rarity, not funny!” The aunt snapped, walking behind the girl and placing her hand on her shoulder, “Scootaloo might be rowdy like a silly baby boy, but she’s content with her femininity”. The girl leaned back in her aunt’s embrace, “Mmmhmm, I like my hair the way it is. Are you sure we really have to do anything with it to take a nice photo?” The fashionista folded her arms and leaned back in her seat, “Hmm, I’ll talk to your aunt about it.” She said, looking up at the other women in the room only to be met with an annoyed expression. “Don’t worry though, I promise I won’t trim your hair at all.” She added. Hearing those words, Scootaloo audibly sighed and Fluttershy softened her expression. “Good.” The fuchsia haired women remarked, letting her hands off her child she took a step back, “If you wanna talk about it over dinner, we can. I figure we can leave her in here to play as long as Sweetie Belle is watching her, right?” Rarity looked to either side and then stared disappointingly up at Fluttershy, “But I just sat down- I- nevermind. Yes, I’m okay leaving Scootaloo in here as long as there are watchful eyes around.” She replied, rising from her seat. Walking towards the exit, she waved her hand in a disconcerted manner, “Sweetie Belle, be a dear and watch the baby while Fluttershy and I are gone. I think I should have dinner done in half an hour or so. So, don’t give her any snacks in the meantime.” Sweetie Belle looked up from her phone and was greeted with the sight of her friend decked out like in a less than dignified outfit. Not only did her old t-shirt fit the girl surprisingly well, the sharp fit of her friend’s new blue tights did nothing to hide the added bulk around her butt. Even with the ruffles, it was more than apparent that she was wearing a diaper and a saggy one at that. Suddenly, the corner of the girl’s lips peaked and she gushed, “Awwwh, look at you! You look like you just stumbled out of a daycare! Which, I guess you sort of just did.” She quipped. Grabbing the elastic band of her tights, Scootaloo hiked them up her hips as far as she could take them, trying in vain to cover the peaking white pampers that clung to her tummy. “Rude! I know I look like a little kid, even without the baby clothes.” Hopping off the couch, the bigger of the two girls walked over to her friend and ruffled her hair. “Ooh, hush. You’d look older if you wore the right clothes; just short.” “I guess so.” Scootaloo replied, her face tinted a faint red as she the positive thought brushed her mind. “Do you have any idea what I could do in the meantime? I mean, apparently we’ve got a half hour to blow.” She said, looking around at the room’s colorful cubbies, playpen, and table. “Hmm. Tell you what.” Sweetie said, made a b-line for one of the assorted colorful cubbies in the room, kicking the leg of the crème colored desk as she went “You wanna do something super nice for you aunt?” Her eyes lighting up, Scootaloo nodded her head then drawdled over to the table. Sitting down at desk’s bench, she couldn’t help but flinch as she felt her bottom sink into the damp plushness of her padded seat. Inhaling deeply, she held it for a few seconds, opened her mouth and decompressed a bit. Before she had a chance to strike up a question, she watched a pad of white drawing paper and large cardboard box of crayons was dropped onto the table infront of her. Glaring down at the white piece of paper, she rested her hand on her friend’s shoulder, “I say that if she’s taking you toy shopping later, you outta draw her something nice! That’s not to say that you owe her anything for doing stuff for you since you are so little after all. But, I know it’d mean the world to her if you drew her something pretty to hang on the wall” “Really?” Scootaloo asked, tilting her head to the side, curiously examining the blank canvas as if it were an enigma, “What do you think I should draw?” The sitter shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know Scoots. I know you don’t have the most expansive set of tools to draw with, but I’m sure you’ve got way more creativity in that brain of yours. Especially since you spend so much of the day sitting around, sulking in your stroller.” Looking down at the diaper peeking out of the back of her friend’s tights she teased, “Of course, you’re also not smart enough to be in a room unsupervised and you’re apparently lazy enough to voluntarily fudge your pampers, so maybe I’m giving you too much credit.” Scootaloo let out a undignified scowl as she picked up a blue crayon, “Hmmph. Well, you can think that if you want. But, I think it’s a responsible tradeoff for being treated like a princess.”