//------------------------------// // Good Day Sunshine Part Two // Story: A Message to Rainbow Dash // by AlliePastel //------------------------------// There was a calm silence as Fluttershy walked her baby down the dirt road that lead up to her house. The sun was actually making outside pretty hot, which is never good for dirty diapers. Thankfully her daughter was wearing shorts, or else she might have had to smell her the whole way home. “Honey, we need to talk about you pottying.” She said, pushing the child through the backyard; it was more like a big garden. Scootaloo tried crossing her legs, but the guards in the stroller prevented her. She frowned, listening to her mommy. “W-what about it?” she questioned. Fluttershy continued to the back of her cottage, walked up to its patio, and opened its backdoor. “Well sweetie, we need to talk about your dependence. You’re a big girl and I know you can’t control your pee. But, I can’t have you waddling around and making poopy pants like a little baby.” The child’s cheeks went red as she heard her mother’s words. She crossed her arms and huffed indignantly, “I’m not a little baby and I didn’t make poopy pants.” She regretted her words. Her mom was trying to patronize her and she just said ‘poopy pants’ out loud. The mother giggled a bit under her breath. She knew Scootaloo was just denying her accident. She didn’t really mind teasing, it was just more motivation for her daughter to start using the potty again. Funny how she calls it the ‘potty’ now too. She pushed her daughter in through the back door and into the kitchen. It was a bit too early for lunch time yet. Then again, she had her daughter to change. Entering into the living room, she parked the stroller by the door and went to the front of the stroller. Staring with blank eyes and a red face, the child turned her face away from her mother as a set of hands undid the straps around her chest. A set of hands pulled her up out of the stroller and brought her close to her mommy’s chest. She was completely silent. Moving slowly, the mother walked up her steps with her child in her arms. She made it through her room and turned into Scootaloo’s room; shutting the door behind her as always. She made her way over to her daughter’s changing table, a fancy wooden one with worn out padding, and set her on it. Tugging down Scootaloo’s shorts, she revealed the well-used diaper. Not only did the smell catch her off guard, but so did the sight. Giggling, she took a jab at the diaper. “Awe, looks like wittle baby Scootawoo made potty pants again!” she teased. Scootaloo curled her arms against her chest. She turned her head away from her mommy. Blushing, she spread her legs out and whimpered a little. “Awe, what’s that? Does Scootaloo not like the feeling of messy diapers?” She asked, prodding the well-used padding with her finger. Squeaking, the child teared up a bit. “M-make it stop!” “Stop what sweetie?” Fluttershy said, retracting her hand from the diaper. She knew about Scootaloo’s disorder; her other one that was. It would be wrong for her to keep teasing. She removed her shorts from around her ankles and helped her unto her bottom. “T-the voices. T-they’re calling me a baby and won’t stop.” The girl said, getting more desperate as she covered her ears. She closed her eyes and shook her head; she couldn’t shake off the voices. Hastily, the mother picked up her baby and cradled her close to her chest. Her hands moved around the child’s back and bottom, offering the child support. She rubbed her hand across the diaper’s paper backing before giving it a few calming pats, it was something that seemed to calm children well. “Shh, the voices are lying. You’re not a baby, you’re a special girl; a very special girl. Mommy is here, you don’t have to worry about the voices.” She said, trying desperately to relax her baby. It wasn’t the first time she had the ‘baby’ voices in her head. It’d been a good week actually. She continued to pat the child’s backside as she realized what just got on her hand, gross. She ignored it, she’d gotten used to changing diapers over the years. The smell and sight of the accident wasn’t too bad. Although, she still didn’t want to let a rash form on her child’s backside. That’s always disastrous. “Better?” she questioned, setting her baby back unto the changing table. Lying back, Scootaloo nodded and spread her legs. She balled her hands up into fist and wiped her eyes. The voices stopped sooner than she expected, she didn’t like the voices. That didn’t stop them from flashing in and around her whenever it was inconvenient. “Mmm, I’m sorry for poking fun at you Scoots. I just don’t like having to clean up your bottom each time you make messies. I know you can’t take off your diapers, but you could at least go to the potty and try tugging it to your ankles. You’ve never even touched your princess training potty you know?” Fluttershy said, grabbing the diaper tabs with her hands. Pulling them apart from the diaper, she watched as the front of her baby’s diaper dropped. She turned her head away and quickly balled her daughter’s diaper into a ball, tossing it into the nearby trash bin. She looked over at her child, poor thing must have been humiliated. She was in another trance again. “Well sweetie, stay still. Mommy has to wipe your bottom.” She said as she pulled out a wet wipe and started working her daughter’s bottom. She tried to skim attention, but that’s always a hard task to do. It better that she do a good job now than deal with a nasty rash later down the line. She gave her daughter a warm smile as she pulled out more powder and began sprinkling it onto her. Acting briskfully, she brought out the diaper and quickly tucked and wrapped it under and around her baby’s rump. Extending her hands out to Scoots, she pulled her unto her new poofy seat. “There you go, your tushie is all clean and protected again.” She said, picking up her daughter’s shorts. Looking inside, she saw the stains among the center seem. She smirked a bit, “Hmm, let’s get you into something a little bit more comfy.” Scootaloo watched as her mommy leaned in to help her out of the shirt she was wearing. With the desire to help on mind, she lifted her hands in the air. She didn’t want to cause any more trouble. She made her mommy go all the way to the park and leave; it was her fault. She frowned as the pink shirt was hoisted off her top. Her face turned into a dead gloominess as her spirits sank even lower. She couldn’t bear the thought of making eye contact with her mommy. The mother pulled out an outfit she kept around for house days, this being one of those occasions. It was a simple pink dress with a flower on the heart side of the shirt, a skirt attached at the hemline, and a diaper cover that popped out at the bottom. Undoing the buttons, she pulled it over her baby’s head and helped lace her arms through it. She redid the buttons then picked her baby up and took a quick glance at her outfit. She looked adorable as always. “Awe baby, you’re such a cutie. I don’t think I’m ever gonna let those boys see you, they’d fall head of heels in an instant if they saw you.” She giggled, helping the girl onto the ground. Come to think of it, her baby was still in her shoes. “Y-you want help getting out of your tennis?” she asked, looking down at her baby. She looked really out of it, like a terrible mix of depression and grief.” Scootaloo looked down at the ground, then fell back onto her padded rump. She just sat still, glancing awkwardly at the ground. She was thinking of something.” “Mmm, honey. Come here and tell mommy what’s wrong?” Fluttershy asked, picking the child back up. She brought the child into a cradle and held her close to her chest. Leaning in she kissed the girl on the forehead. Whimpering, the child closed her eyes and nuzzled her mommy’s chest. She looked up, holding back tears as she muttered “I-I’m so sorry.” Fluttershy sqeezed her baby tight, rubbing her hand lovely up and down her back. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. Momma shouldn’t have teased you, it was wrong. Now, how about we just forget this happened and play. Does that sound fun?” The child nodded, before planting her head back on her mommy’s chest. “Can we play dress up with dolls? I wanna try seeing how the new ones you got look on Lucy!” The mother carried her child over to the window side of the nursery and set her down in the padded fenced off area; it was her play pen. Usually she didn’t allow her daughter to have hard toys in there, save the blocks, but she was trying to give her daughter a little bit more credit. Scootaloo crawled over to a bin against the wall and pulled out a small wardrobe of Barbie-sized clothing, along with several disproportionately sized dolls. She smiled, squatting as she helped each of the polythene figures dress into the brightly colored neon dresses. It was an activity she loved doing, she loved dresses and fashion a lot now a days. Even when she was dressed as a baby, she made sure she looked like a cute baby; at least when she was in public. Had it not been for her being in her room alone, she would have had a nice cardigan to wear with the sleeveless dress she was wearing. Diligently working her fingers, she laced Lucy’s arms through the arm holes of the dress. She turned the doll around and taped two pieces of Velcro together. She flatted it out, making sure the back of the dress didn’t bulge too much. “Does it look good?” She asked, holding the dress up in the air at her mommy. Smiling, Fluttershy nodded. She looked at the dress and how well it’s lavender blue accents complimented the eye shadow of the doll. Its brunette hair was just dark enough to match the overall color scheme of the dress. Her baby really did understand fashion. “Awe, my little fashionista. You know, I heard Rarity is looking for some ideas. Very well, she’s been looking for new clients too. Maybe I could take you down there and get you a new dress; maybe something in purple?” She said, giving her baby a warm grin as she handed her Lucy back. The child smiled at the doll before giving it a light hug. She loved her dolls so much; they were her favorite types of toys. Secretly, she saw the toys in as friends in a way. She always struggled with real kids her age, aside from Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. It was nice having others to talk to. Getting on her knees, she crawled over to a shelve with all her dollies and started carefully sitting them on their ledge. She gathered the dresses into their container and carefully put it on her shelve. She didn’t want to play with toys come to think of it, she wanted something to huggle. She got on her hands and knees and started slowly inching her way over to the far side of the play pen area. Aside from the regular colorfully padded foam puzzle mat that covered most of the ground, there was also a large area covered in blankets, pillows, and what Scootaloo called her ‘stuffies’. Watching from a far, Fluttershy folded some clothes, nonchalantly putting them into their individual spots among her wardrobe. She looked at her hands, finding a onesie of her daughter’s. Funny how little she’s grown over the years, much slower than the average child. Then again, she’s a lot smarter in a lot of unique ways. Her head panned back over to her daughter. She was holding onto a big white bear that was nearly her size. It looked like Scoot’s eyes were closed and her meek triceps were tightened as tightly as they’d get around the animal. She remembered getting that bear for her daughter. It was the first few hours after she had been checked in at the mental hospital nearly a year and half ago. The psychologist told her she had an acute schizophrenia. The diagnosis didn’t seem to have much of an emotional impact on Scootaloo at the time, but the information seemed to pass through her like a ghost. On the way home, Scootaloo began sobbing uncontrollably and started fidgeting around in her seat. She tried stopping in at a local souvenir shop on the edge of town for a diaper change. The policy stated a purchase had to be made to use the restroom and the bear caught her daughter’s eye anyway so she bought it for. Nearly a hundred stuffed animals later and Scootaloo still dove in for that one each time she wanted to cuddle. Her name for it made her giggle with the simplicity of it; she’d named it “Henry” for whatever reason. Scootaloo nuzzled the bear, feeling it’s soft fur rub against her skin. She crawled over its legs, sitting down on them, and leaned in for a fuller hug. She opened her eyes, looking over at her mom with melancholy expression on her face. “Awe, does Scootaloo like her stuffy? Yes she does!” Fluttershy cooed, walking over to her daughter. She placed her hands on the tall mesh railing and leaned in to see her child’s reaction. Blushing, the child nodded before giving a big grin and hugging it again. She loved the feeling of hugs. She loved everything about it, the warmth, the security, and the way she could hide her face. Sometimes people reacted strangely to the way she expressed herself and it was nice to just show the way she felt. She swallowed hard and slowly looked up at Fluttershy, “M-mommy, c-can I uh. Can I have a hug?” “Hmm, whatever for?” The mother said, looking down at the child. She watched as her child let go of the bear and carefully stood up on her wobbly legs. Her posture seemed to be lacking, to no fault of her own. Scootaloo didn’t voice her answer. She just scrunched her eyebrows, looking a bit confused over the question as she stared up the women. After all, why wouldn’t her mommy want to hug her? “I’m just kidding…” Fluttershy giggled, picking her child up and holding her close to her chest. She moved a hand under her child’s bottom and the other one behind her back as she gave her a tight squeeze. “Mmm, oh you’re such a big girl. Your getting stronger by the day.” She said, bottom her child’s bottom. Blushing, the child rested her head on her mommy’s breast. She squeezed Fluttershy’s sides extra tight, clutching her tiny hands as hard as she could. She loved hugging her mommy, she felt so strong, like a protector. She always felt weak, she always felt fragile, and thankfully her mommy was here at every turn to guard her. She needed her. “Awe, Scootaloo…” The mother said, walking her baby over to the rocking chair; she usually only used the chair when trying to sooth her child and today was no exception. It was hard to tell when Scootaloo was in a tizzy nowadays, but her instincts served her well enough. She sat down and used her legs to slowly rock the child back and forth. Pushing the rocking track in a teetering motion, she looked down at her child. Scoots looked so lost, she always looked lost. Her expression always drove her off the wall, it killed her on the inside being so unsure about her baby’s thoughts. Scootaloo breathed a bit harder, she peeked her eyes up nervously as she stared up and into her mommy’s aqua eyes. Her eyes swelled up as she swallowed hard again, “M-Mommy. C-can I have milk? L-like your milk?” “Oh.” Fluttershy said looking down at her chest. Over the years, he breast got more ‘Prepared’ for a child. Not only had she attempted several times with Big Mac, but hormones meant she was getting a bit ‘bigger’. That’s not even to mention the sensitivity. The decision was a rather complicated one. It’s not that she had a problem with bonding with her child, she usually gave Scootaloo a bottle of milk at least twice a week, but this was different. There was a line between her child’s expression and her dependence. She hated crossing the line, but it was recommended by the psychologist to bond with her as much as possible. Come to think of it, she really did think of Scootaloo as her baby. “A-alright.” Fluttershy caved in, looking nervously around the room. She locked the door and her husband wouldn't be around for hours. She closed her eyes and grabbed the base of her pink t-shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it on the ground next to her. She looked down at her bra, it wasn’t the nursing bra she used to wear; she’d have to actually take it off. She leaned forward and reached behind her back, unhinging the thing. The strap loosened and she pulled the bra of exposing her skin. Nervously, she covered her breast with her crossed arms. “Please don’t stare at them too long, this is so embarrassing.” She said, uncovering her right boob. Scootaloo didn’t waste time staring, she opened her mouth and cuffed her lips around her mommy’s exposed flesh. She closed her eyes, grabbing the flesh and leaning. She felt a hand rub lovely up and down her back as tears started swelling at her eyes. Fluttershy leaned in, planting a kiss on her baby’s forehead. She ran her hand through Scootaloo’s hair. “I-I’m sorry sweetie. I love spending time with you more than anything in this world, but this isn’t normal behavior. We need to keep working on it alright?” she said, still keeping the subtle rubbing motion. The child didn’t respond to the words. She knew it wasn’t normal. She didn’t care, she wasn’t a normal kid.