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// Chapter 3: Breakfast 
// Story: Fluttershy's New Foal 
// by SuperPinkBrony12 
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Chapter 3
Breakfast



Scootaloo held close to Fluttershy. She was feeling… loved and she felt safe. A feeling she hadn’t experienced much in her short life. “What kind of pancakes are you making mama?” Scootaloo asked, soon being set down at the kitchen table.

Fluttershy grabbed a pan and started to heat it up. “Well what would you like sweetie?” She asked, now gathering the things to make the pancake batter. Fluttershy was willing to do quite a bit for her new filly. 

Scootaloo sat and thought to herself.  What would go good in pancakes? She knew Fluttershy was good at making cookies, especially chocolate chips cookies. They were so moist and chewy. They were even better than the cookies the Sugarcube Corner made. That gave her an idea. “Could you put chocolate chips in the pancakes? Like is that possible?” She asked, hoping it was. If not, she knew blueberries were. She loved blueberries, as evidenced whenever Dinky brought her mother’s muffins into school. She would always be the first to snatch a blueberry muffin. 

Fluttershy smiled and nodded. “Of course I can. Chocolate chip pancakes coming up then!” She had finished the batter and was now buttering the pan for the pancakes. “Would you like something to drink Scootaloo? I can imagine after that soaked diaper last night you must be pretty thirsty.” Fluttershy talked as if the diapers were normal, and as if they were needed. Which they obviously were needed, if only at night for the orange filly. 

Scootaloo couldn’t help but blush at the mention of the diaper she soaked completely last night. She felt bad for not telling Fluttershy about it, but all of her friends had outgrown their nighttime accidents. Even Sweetie Belle didn’t wet the bed! She was less cool than Sweetie Belle! Rainbow Dash could not find out about this. “Umm…apple juice? Either that or milk.” She responded sitting patiently at the table. Her diaper was a welcome addition for the moment. It was boosting her seat at the table slightly and it was its own cushion as well. “I could get used to these I guess. Just can’t let Rainbow Dash see me in them,” she thought. "I'll have to start training myself to wake up at night and use the bathroom. It can't be too hard."

Fluttershy giggled a bit. “Sounds like somepony likes her diapers.” Fluttershy teased, going to the fridge and pouring a sippy cup of apple juice for the filly. She hovered over to Scootaloo and set it down in front of her. “One sippy cup of apple juice for my little filly.” She said, hovering back over to the stove where the pan was ready for the pancakes.

Scootaloo looked at the sippy cup in front of her. What was she? A two year old foal? But she was wearing diapers. Which raised another question, why did she have to wear diapers at all? She knew she was supposed to be Fluttershy’s foal for the next week and that she was supposed to bond with her as well. But why the diapers? She had been much too tired last night to even care. Then again, just less than fifteen minutes ago, she had been granted the gift of a home and a mother nonetheless. All in all, she decided not to question it. She could deal with it, just so long as Fluttershy didn’t take her out in public like this.

Scootaloo began drinking the apple juice slowly, as to not upset her appetite. She wanted to stuff her face full if chocolate chip pancakes. She waited for her mother to finish cooking. “Well I guess I kinda do like the diapers to be honest.” She said, breaking the silence. “They’re soft and comfortable. I can’t believe I’m saying this but they really are. Please don’t tell Rainbow Dash!”

Fluttershy giggled a bit. Rainbow Dash would find out on her own one way or another. “Don’t worry Scootaloo, I won’t tell her you love your diapers. I won’t even tell her anything about you wearing diapers in the first place. How does that sound?” Fluttershy asked, pulling the first batch of pancakes out. There would need to be at least three more batches made. “Food will be ready in a few minutes.” She announced, continuing her cooking. 

Scootaloo didn’t know what to do with this free time. Normally for her at this hour, she would have attempted to scrounge together breakfast, and have already been at work or school. So the fact she could sit still for even ten minutes and not have to do anything was new to her. She was dealing with conflicting emotions as well. She had loved her independence, but she was starting to enjoy not having to do anything. It was still new however, but soon enough her plates of pancakes were placed in front of her. 

“Here we go sweetie. A fresh batch of pancakes for my little filly. Would you like butter or syrup?” Fluttershy asked, nuzzling her new daughter gently before setting her own plate down. She knew Scootaloo could eat a lot more than she had placed in front of her, but she had taken enough nutrition classes in school to know that it was a bad idea to feed somepony a lot if they hadn’t been eating properly. 

Scootaloo nodded, “Butter and syrup please.” She asked politely. Certainly enough, she was rewarded with enough butter and syrup on her pancakes. “Thanks mama.” She said, before digging in. She ate slower than normal, remembering what her mother had said the previous day. 

Breakfast was soon eaten, and Scootaloo was full. Fluttershy cleaned up the dishes and picked up the little orange filly in her arms. “Well let’s wash this down with a bottle shall we?" She asked kindly, sitting down and popping the bottle of milk into Scootaloo’s mouth. 

Scootaloo took to the bottle with surprise, but started drinking slowly. She was trying to gauge whether she was enjoying this treatment so far, and indeed she was starting to warm up to the idea. Maybe it was ok to start over. It had been six years since anypony had even really tried to take care of her, and her mama was doing a really good job of that. Maybe being a foal for a week was going to be enjoyable. After finishing the bottle, she was burped quickly and cradled in Fluttershy’s arms. “That was good mama. I guess I can wear diapers for the next week or so, and be your foal. Just don't let anypony know about this if possible."

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," Fluttershy happily smiled, embracing her new daughter in a hug. "We can discuss whether or not you want to stay a foal once my parents have a chance to see you."

"Actually, I was thinking we tell them the truth when they arrive," Scootaloo confessed. "The last thing I want is for your folks to start babying me too."

"We'll think about it." Fluttershy replied. She should've known Scootaloo's loyalty would come with a few conditions, and truth be told she'd been thinking about telling her parents she'd been lying to them for some time now. But what had always held her back, was the fear of what they would say. However, she now had Scootaloo's best interests to think about, as well as her own. And as a new mother, she was going to have to get used to putting her filly's interests ahead of her own.