//------------------------------// // Shenanigans In Foalsitting // Story: When The Night Carries Love // by Drunk Luna //------------------------------// “Lulu,” Celestia called. Luna, now four months pregnant, trotted cheerfully into Celestia’s room and looked at her sister inquisitively. “Since you’re going to be a mother in around five months,” Celestia said, “Sombra and I thought we could help you prepare.” “What do you mean, sister?” Luna asked cautiously. Celestia led Luna into the kitchen, where she magically changed into a formal evening gown. “You’re foalsitting tonight!” Celestia announced. “Sombra and I are going to the opera. It will be our first night out since Summer was born, so you get to watch your little niece for the first time. Isn’t that exciting?” She beamed at Luna. “Umm, okay,” Luna said tentatively, “but what should I do with her?” “Well, she’s pretty active right now, so just play with her, give her her dinner and a bath before bedtime, and change her diaper if she has an accident,” Celestia explained. “She loves to run around, so watch her closely. She’ll probably ask for her ‘ducky,’ which is her favorite book. It’s about a duck who’s a princess. Come on, sister, it will be easy. You shouldn’t go into motherhood unprepared; these things take practice. You won’t automatically know how to take care of your foal after you give birth.” “I guess that makes sense,” Luna admitted. “Don’t worry, sister, Auntie Luna will take good care of Summer!” She waved Celestia and Sombra off, then trotted over to Summer’s room. “Where’s my favorite little niece?” Luna asked. She knew Summer was playing hide and seek like she always did when Luna came over. A giggle came from Summer’s closet. “Hmmm,” Luna said, making a big show of dramatically pretending to look under Summer’s bed. “She’s not under the bed.” She looked in Summer’s toy box. “She isn’t in here. Hmmm, where could that filly be hiding?” She looked under Summer’s blanket and said, “Oh, I thought for sure she was under here! Hmmm, maybe she’s—“ she swung the closet door open “—in here!” She grabbed the giggling Summer and tickled the filly, who squealed with laughter. Summer adored her Auntie Luna and always got excited when she saw her. “Auntie Woona!” Summer squealed. “Awe we gonna pway togethoh some more?” “Yes, we are, sweetie,” Luna said. “We get to play together for the rest of the night!” She tickled Summer’s tummy, and the foal giggled. The two alicorns played together, then Luna fed Summer and gave her a bath. As Luna was tucking Summer into bed, a terrible smell hit Luna’s nose, and she nearly fainted. “Whew, somepony made a royal stink!” Luna said, picking Summer up and carrying her over to the changing table. Luna gagged as she began to remove Summer’s diaper, which was filled with runny yellow poop. Summer laughed, and Luna’s stomach lurched. “Oopsie, sowwy, Auntie Woona,” Summer said quietly. “I went poopy in my diapoh.” “It’s okay, honey,” Luna assured the embarrassed foal. “Auntie just hasn’t done this before. Let’s get you fixed.” She grabbed the foal wipes and cleaned Summer off, then threw away the wipes with the dirty diaper before patting Summer’s bottom down with powder and magically putting on Summer’s new, clean diaper. “Yay, we did it!” Luna cheered. She blew raspberries on Sunmer’s tummy, and the foal squealed and giggled. “Okay, what do you want to do next?” “Ducky!” Summer demanded, trotting over to the bookshelf. “Ohhh, you want me to read you a story,” Luna said, browsing the shelf. “How about this one?” She pulled out a book about a friendly alligator. “No! Ducky!” Summer whined. “Okay, how about this book? Look, it has an alicorn like you on the front!” Luna said, pulling out another book. “No! Ducky!” Summer cried again, using her magic to throw the book across the room and beginning to throw a tantrum. “No, Summer, we don’t throw our books,” Luna said. “We will not read a story if you throw another book.” Summer whined in protest, but Luna refused to budge. “Ducky NOW! I want my ducky NOW!” Summer yelled, throwing herself down on her stomach and banging all four of her hooves on the floor, screaming. Luna frantically scanned the bookshelf until she remembered the book Celestia had told her about. “Summer,” Luna said sternly, “Auntie Luna will not read your ducky at all if you don’t act like a big filly and stop screaming right now.” Summer stopped crying and looked up at her aunt, startled and surprised. “Are you ready to act like a big filly and read your ducky with Auntie Luna?” Luna asked her little niece. “Y—yes, Auntie Woona,” Summer sniffled, “I’m weady.” Luna smiled and picked up her niece, cuddling the filly into her lap. “Okay, here we go,” Luna said. “Once upon a time, there was a beautiful pink duck, who just happened to be a princess. Her name was Isla. ‘Wow,’ said Isla, ‘I hope I fall in—‘“ “No, Auntie Woona, you have to do the voices,” Summer protested. “Mommy always does the voices.” “Oh, okay,” Luna said. “‘Wow,’ said Isla,” she said in a funny voice, “‘I hope I fall in love with a handsome prince someday.’ So Isla went off on an adventure…” “…and Isla and the prince were married, and they lived happily ever after. The end.” Luna looked over at Summer and smiled. The filly had fallen asleep about five pages ago. Luna closed the nursery door softly and tiptoed into the living room to watch TV on the couch. About an hour later, the front door opened, and Celestia and Sombra walked into the house. “We’re home!” Celestia whispered. “Did you have fun? How was she?” “She was good,” Luna said. “There were some issues at the beginning, but we had a great time!” Celestia smiled proudly while Sombra walked off to check on Summer. “Out like a light,” he whispered, grinning. “Great job, Luna. When can you do this again?”