Chapter 6
Sleepover
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Scootaloo ran down the hall, her three friends following behind.
She was really excited. She hadn’t gotten a chance to explore her home yet and now she was going to be able to do it with her friends.
Her eyes sparkled as an idea came to mind. Maybe she, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle could get Cutie Marks in investigating while searching her home.
They came to a door that said Basement.
“Let’s check in here, first,” the Pegasus stated, leaping up and turning the knob.
The door slowly creaked open.
Sweetie Belle and Twist gulped.
“Um, Scoots?” the former asked, her voice squeaking a little. “Are you sure it’s safe down there?”
“I don’t think anypony that would adopt me would have something dangerous in their basement, Sweetie,” Scoots replied, rolling her eyes. “Come on! We’ve got exploring to do.”
She hopped down the stairs, hearing the reluctant sound of her friends hoofsteps behind her.
Once at the bottom of the stairs, Scootaloo found a light switch on the wall and turned it on.
The room lit up to reveal a trove of objects. Boxes marked things like “School Stuff” and “Wedding stuff” were stacked on the farthest wall. There were a few mirrors, some chests and a few old books.
Scootaloo ignored these and opened the nearest box titled “Foalhood Memories”.
She opened it and gasped. It was filled with pictures of Lyra and Bon-Bon when they were younger.
One picture showed Bon-Bon standing next to a cream-coated Earth Pony mare with a blonde mane and tail, blue eyes and a lollipop for a Cutie Mark. On her other side was an Pegasus stallion with a yellow coat, coat, mane and eyes similar to Bon-Bon’s and a tornado for a Cutie Mark.
“Are those Bon-Bon’s parents?” Sweetie Belle asked, looking at the photo over Scootaloo’s shoulder.
Twist nodded. “Thoth are our mother and her birth father.”
Apple Bloom glanced at Twist, frowning. “Birth father?”
Twist nodded. “Her momb married my dad. I don’t know what happened to her dad. She never thayth.”
Scootaloo flipped over the page and her eyes widened. It was a picture of Lyra when she was a filly, maybe a few years older than her. But what shocked her was the background.
“Is... Is that an orphanage?” Apple Bloom asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, look,” Twist pointed to a small sign in the picture. “Ponyvthille Orphanage.”
“My mom was an orphan?” Scootaloo asked, her voice showing her shock.
“Was?” Apple Bloom frowned. “How’s she not still one?”
“Look,” Scootaloo pointed at the picture.
In it, filly Lyra was hugging two adult ponies, one a unicorn stallion with a blue coat and black mane with a flute as his Cutie Mark, the other an Earth Pony mare with a black coat, and brown mane and tail and a piano for a Cutie Mark.
“They look like nice ponies,” Apple Bloom said, smiling at the ponies hugging filly Lyra. Then she frowned. “Who’s that?”
She pointed to another filly looking around the same age standing next to the three hugging ponies.
She was a grey coated earth pony a little older than Lyra in the picture. She had a black mane and tail and dark lavender eyes. Around her neck she was wearing a pick bow tie. Her Cutie Mark was a purple treble clef.
“Hey, I know her,” Sweetie exclaimed, her eyes wide. “That’s Octavia Melody. Wow, she’s cute as a filly.”
Apple Bloom turned to the unicorn. “How da you know her?”
Sweetie Belle smiled. “Rarity took me to one of her shows a few months ago. At first I thought it’d be really boring. Classical music isn’t fun, but she was really good. Plus, she’s Pinkie’s cousin.”
“And how would you know that?” Twist asked, an eyebrow raised.
“Pinkie told me so herself,” Sweetie replied. “That’s way she didn’t really get in trouble at the Grand Galloping Gala. Octavia tried to make things easier for her.”
“Wait a minute,” Apple Bloom said, her eyes widening. “If she’s in this picture, then that means Octivia’s Lyra sister.”
“Cool!” Sweetie Belle turned to Scootaloo. “Scoots, you’ve got an aunt who’s famous!”
“That’s not all!” Apple Bloom said, pouting. “Ah wasn’ finished.”
“Go on, Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo said, looking up from the photo album. “What else were you gonna say?”
Apple Bloom’s eyes sparkled. “Pinkie’s related to the Apple Family.”
Scootaloo raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, so?”
Apple Bloom jumped, grinning. “If Pinkie’s related to the Apples, and Pinkie’s related ta Octavia, an’ Octiavia’s Lyra’s sister...”
Scootaloo’s eyes went wide. “Are...? Are you saying...?”
Apple Bloom pulled Scootaloo into a huge hug. “We’re cousins!”
Scootaloo was stunned for several seconds as that sunk it.
By being adopted by Lyra and Bon-Bon, she’d not only become Twist’s neice, but Apple Bloom’s cousin as well?
At once it all came rushing at the group of fillies and they cheered, bouncing around.
“Are you girls okay down there?” Bon-Bon’s voice called, sounding a little stern. “I don’t want to find a mess down there. Well, anymore of a mess than it is after Lyra was last down there.”
“Don’t worry, Mom!” Scootaloo called. “We’ll behave...” She trailed off as she realized what she’d just said and a few tears and a small smile came on her face. “I never thought I’d say that again.”
“Scoots?” Apple Bloom asked, putting a hoof on Scoots’ shoulder. “Everythin’ okay, cos?”
Scootaloo quickly wiped her eyes and puffed out her chest. “Yeah! I’m fine, cos. Let’s see what else we can find down here.”
With that, the four fillies started searching the basement, wondering what other surprises they might find.
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Lyra slowly opened her eyes and yawned. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was 7:30. She’d slept longer than expected.
“Nice to see you awake.”
Lyra turned her head to see Bon-Bon ducking back into the kitchen, the smell of daffodil lasagne with hay bacon, just like last night wafting into the living room.
Lyra smiled. Now that Scootaloo was in a better mood, she’d find out just how good Bon-Bon’s cooking could be.
Lyra got up and stretched, then walked into the kitchen and nuzzled her wife. “Where’re the girls?”
“Down in the basement,” Bon-Bon replied, giving the unicorn a small peck on the cheek. “They’ve been down there since you went to sleep.”
Lyra chuckled. “Wonder if they found anything interesting down there.”
“Mom! Mom!”
The two ponies turned as Scootaloo and her friends bound into the kitchen, an item Lyra recognized as a photo album held in Sweetie Belle’s magic.
Lyra smiled. “What’s up, Scoots?”
Scootaloo took the photo album and opened it up to the happiest day in Lyra fillyhood. The day she was adopted.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’re related to Apple Bloom?”
Lyra and Bon-Bon exchanged glances of confusion.
“Um, what are you talking about, Scoots?” Lyra asked, an eyebrow raised. “Why would you ask that while pointing at the picture from the day I was adopted?”
Scootaloo gave the album to Twist, who held it open as Scootaloo pointed at Lyra’s big sister. “You’re Octavia’s little sister.”
Lyra still didn’t understand. “I know that, Scoots. But how does this make me related to your friend Apple Bloom?”
Apple Bloom bounced, a grin on her face. “Octiva’s Pinkie Pie’s cousin.”
Lyra nodded. “Yeah, I know.” She put a hoof to her forehead, closing her eyes. “I still can’t even look at Lemon Meringue the same way since that day.” She shivered.
“Honey,” Bon-Bon said softly, “we still don’t understand. How does this make Lyra related to Apple Bloom?”
“Pinkie Pie’s mah cousin, several times removed,” the farm filly practically shouted with excitement.
“I still don’t...” Lyra paused as she went over this and all the other information they’d just gone over. Her eyes went wide. “No way.”
“Yeah way!” Scootaloo grinned, hoofing the air. “If you’re related to Pinkie, that means you’re related to the Apple Family. We’re part of the Apple Family!”
The four fillies jumped into the air, cheering.
Lyra glanced at Bon-Bon, who was just as shocked as she was.
“Well,” the earth mare said, giving a sly smile, “looks like you’ll have to thank your cousin for letting Apple Bloom stay the night.”
“I... guess so,” Lyra said, shaking her head. She was still reeling from what she’d just learned. Not only had she become a mother, but now she had a whole family she’d never even known about?
“Now Ah can’ wait for the next Apple Family Reunion!” Apple Bloom high-hooved Scootaloo. “Yer gonna have so much fun!”
“I can’t wait either!” Scootaloo shouted, her wings buzzing. “Hey, when the storm lets up, let’s go and tell Applejack about this. It’ll blow her mind!”
Bon-Bon cleared her throat, getting the fillies’ attention. “Girls, dinner’s almost ready. Go wash up.”
“Aw, but we wan’ed to play some more,” Scootaloo pouted.
Bon-Bon shook her head. “Wash up now.”
Grumbling, the fillies all filed out, heading for the bathroom.
Lyra glanced at Bon-Bon. “So you’re a tough mom?”
Bon-Bon smirked. “No. I’m the strict and disciplining mom.”
Lyra smirked back. “Guess that makes me the soft and comforting type.”
Her wife nudged her in the ribs. “You think I can’t be comforting?”
Lyra winked. “Never said that, did I?”
A few minutes later the girls had come back, hooves washed and sat at the table, Lyra had gotten some spare chairs out of the basement.
The daffodil lasagne with hay bacon was evenly spread out amongst the six of them, Lyra and Bon-Bon having slightly more than the four fillies.
Scootaloo raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t we have this last night?”
Lyra nodded. “But we thought you’d like it more tonight.”
Scootaloo shrugged, picked up her fork and took a bite. Her eyes lit up like a Hearth’s Warming Tree and she became eating with gusto.
The other fillies (save Twist) frowned in confusion, before taking bites of their own food, eating just as much as Scootaloo was seconds later.
Lyra and Bon-Bon grinned, as did Twist. She’d had her sister’s daffodil lasagne with hay bacon before and knew it was good.
Dinner was a very happy occasion. Scootaloo and her two Crusaders told Lyra and Bon-Bon about all their crusades and about how they’d presented Ponyville’s flag at the Equestria Games.
Lyra and Bon-Bon had been there and seen them present the flag and told them how impressed and proud they were of her, now even more so, since they were her parents, to which Scootaloo blushed.
When dinner was over, Bon-Bon got some Vanilla Oats Swirl ice cream from the freeze and gave each pony three scoops.
Scootaloo ate hers way too fast and held her forehead shouting, “Brain freeze! Brain freeze!”, causing everypony else to giggle.
Dinner finished, Bon-Bon started the dishes, while Lyra help the girls set up for the night in the living room. Luckily, they had a lot of sleeping bags leftover from one of Pinkie Pies sudden, Sleepover with My Relatives party.
Scootaloo helped her mother get the sleeping bags from the basement, where Lyra told her she honestly hadn’t known about her own relations that were now Scoots’ relations as well.
Once everything was set up, Bon-Bon came out of the kitchen saying, “Girls, time for bed.”
The fillies all responded with “Awww. Can’t we stay up a bit longer?”
Bon-Bon shook her head. “Tomorrow’s a school day. Do you girls want to be late for school?”
They were about to reply, when they looked away sheepishly, knowing that wasn’t a question they could answer any way but, “no”.
Bon-Bon nodded. “Then go have your showers and then it’s off to bed.”
The four fillies marched off to the bathroom to have their showers.
Lyra knew when they saw how big the shower was, they’d have a group shower for fun.
“You’re taking the role of mother pretty easily, Bonny,” the unicorn wrapped a leg around her wife’s shoulder.
Bon-Bon pecked her on the cheek. “You too, mom.”
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About half an hour later that girls were all showered and ready for bed.
"Scootaloo," Lyra indicated for the filly to follow and her ears drooped. She'd dreaded this.
"What's goin' on, Scoots?" Apple Bloom asked, noticing Scootaloo's sudden mood change.
Lyra put a hoof on Scootaloo's shoulder and smiled. "You wanna tell them? They'll find out anyway."
Scootaloo nodded, bracing herself.
"I... I wet the bed sometimes," she said, a few tears sliding down her face. "And I have to wear a diaper at night to be sure I won't wet the bed."
She waited for the inevitable teasing to start, the tauntings, the name calling.
Nothing happened.
Scootaloo turned and saw her friends all giving her sympathetic smiles.
They all came up to her and hugged her.
"Aw, Scoots," Apple Bloom said softly, "we understand."
"Ya... ya do?" Scootaloo gaped. She hadn't expected that response at all.
They all nodded.
"Loosing your aunt had to be so hard," Sweetie said, sniffling a little. "When I lost my great uncle Stomper, I wet the bed for weeks.'
Scootaloo was stunned. Her friends were all okay with her wetting the bed, having to wear a diaper?
She shed a few tears of joy and bathed in the warmth.
"Hey!" Sweetie Belle cried, pulling away and bouncing. "Let's all wear diapers tonight!"
The other fillies just stared at her like she was a madpony,
"But.. why?" Apple Bloom asked, looking nervous. "What if AJ comes ta pick me up tomorow mornin' and Ah'm still wearing mine? Ah'd never be able to live with the embarrassment."
"I think ith a great idea," Twist grinned. "If we all wear diaperth, Thootaloo won't feel tho bad about it anymore."
The farm filly thought about it for a few moments, mauling it over in her mind, before she came to a decision.
"Alrigh'," she sighed, giving a defeated smile. "Jus' this once, for Scoots."
Scootaloo grinned sheepishly. "Thanks, guys."
"Well, then, come on, girls," Lyra chuckled. "Let's get you bed ready."
They followed Lyra into her room, where she'd set up a mat on the floor to change Scoots, now all four of them.
Scootaloo lay down on the mat and let Lyra diaper her, her cheeks flushing red as she saw her friends watching.
Once she was done, she got up and walked aside, so her friends could be diapered.
Sweetie hopped down right away, giggling as Lyra applied the foal cream and powder before doing up the tabs, then bounced up and joined Scootaloo.
They both watched as Twist was diapered. she seemed like she didn't pay it much mind; the, just get it over with as quickly as possible routine.
When Apple Bloom's turn came, she hesitated, her face a bright crimson as she did her best not to meet anypony else's eyes.
"Come on, Apple Bloom," Sweetie encouraged. "It's kinda fun. Feels like I'm wearing a cloud." She giggled, imaging a cloud floating around her rear.
Apple Bloom looked at Lyra. "Ya'll won' tell AJ nuthin' 'bout this, right?"
Lyra nodded. "I promise, Apple Bloom. I won't say a word of it to your big sister. Unless she asks," she muttered so Apple Bloom didn't hear. I need to have something funny to talk with my new relatives about, right?
Sighing, the yellow filly trotted over to the mat, lay down and let Lyra put the dipaer on her.
Once all four fillies were diapered, Lyra led them back into the living room.
"Bed time," Bon-Bon said, almost sing-song.
"Aww," the fillies replied, which made Lyra chuckle. "But—"
"No buts," Bon-Bon cut them off. "Bedtime."
Grumbling a little, the fillies all went into their sleeping bags.
The two mares tucked the fillies in, Scootaloo squirming a little when was kissed on the forehead like the others, though secretly, she wanted to hug Lyra and Bon-Bon for it, but wasn’t going to risk looking like a sap in front of her friends.
“Goodnight, girls,” she said, turning out the light. “Sleep well.”
“Goodnight, Lyra,” Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom said, snuggling down into their individual sleeping bags.
“Goodnight, Auntie Lyra,” Twist said, doing the same.
“Night, Mom,” Scootaloo said, closing her eyes.
Lyra smiled and walked out of the room, turning out the light, her and Bon-Bon heading for their bedroom for an early night.
Once she was sure her mothers were gone, Scootaloo sat up and whispered, “Girls? You asleep?”
“As if,” Sweetie’s voice answered, followed by her horn glowing, lighting up the room.
"Ah'm not sure Ah'll be able to sleep," Apple Bloom said, shifting around, her diaper crinkling as she did so. "Wha' if'n I need to use the little fillies' room?"
Twist just chuckled. "Then go. You've got your own toilet on you."
Apple Bloom looked uneasy. "Ah... Ah don' know if'n Ah can. Wha' if Ah go too much. Ah don' wanna make a mess."
Scootaloo shook her head. "Don't worry about that, Bloom. These're super absorbent. Big Mac could go in onea these things and he wouldn't even half filled it."
Apple Bloom's face went red as she imagined her big brother wearing a diaper and using it.
She shook her head, trying to purge the image from her mind. "Ah wish Ah'd never imagined that."
The others all giggled as they too imagined Big Macintosh wearing and using a diaper. It was actually a really funny image.
“Who can sleep anyway, when we’ve only just learned yer a part o’ mah family?” Apple Bloom said excitedly, though keeping her voice down, trying to stear the conversation away from the padding on their rears.
“Aww.”
They all turned to Sweetie Belle, who was pouting.
“Wath wrong, Thweetie Belle?” Twist asked.
“You’re all related,” she said, her eyes downcast. “I’m not related to any of you.”
“Ah wouldn’t be too sure ’bout that, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom grinned slyly.
“What do you mean?” the unicorn replied, raising an eyebrow.
Apple Bloom chuckled. “Well, Ah don’t wanna be spreadin’ no rumours around, but Ah’ve noticed mah sister likes yer sister a lot.”
Scootaloo frowned, raising an eyebrow. “So? Rainbow Dash likes Rarity too. What’s the big deal?”
Apple Bloom’s grin somehow became even slier. “Ah don’ mean she jus’ likes her. Ah mean she like likes her.”
Sweetie Belle’s eyes widened. “You know, that kinda remains me of something.”
“What? What?” the other three asked eagerly
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Sweetie grinned. “Well, right after Twilight became a princess, the night before it, I mean, Applejack came by really late. I don’t know what she was talking about with Rarity, but when Applejack left, Rarity had this really warm smile on her face.”
Scootaloo frowned. “So she smiled? Big deal. What’s so odd about that?”
Sweetie’s eyes turned sly, as did her grin. “The only time I’ve ever since that smile on her face is when she was fantasizing about her prince charming. Guess she was really fantasizing about her princess.”
They all started giggling.
“Tho, if thingth go right, we’ll all be family thomeday?” Twist asked.
Apple Bloom nodded. “Mah sister never gives up. If’n she wants to be Rarity’s special somepony, she’ll be Rarity’s special somepony.”
“And you know what happens after that,” Sweetie giggled and she and Apple Bloom started singing quietly.
“First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes filly in the filly carriage.”
They all started snickering and had to keep their hooves over their mouths to stop themselves from alerting Lyra and Bon-Bon that they weren’t asleep.
“So, assumin’ all goes well, we’ll all be family, maybe even before we leave school,” Apple Bloom concluded.
They all nodded.
“Ya know,” Scootaloo grinned, “unless some crazy whackoo comes to Equestria and starts stealing everypony’s magic.”
They all chuckled at how ridiculous that sounded, then settled down and went to sleep.