//------------------------------// // Wind Chimes // Story: A Message to Rainbow Dash // by AlliePastel //------------------------------// From inside the pearly white bars of a crib, a young lady brushed her bangs out of her face to look at the weather outside. She stayed laying back, watching as the rain spat up unto the foggy glass. There was no telling what it was like around the house, she was just curtain that it was raining. She rolled over, gripping a white teddy bear which she held close to her chest. Her hand moved beside her pillow and brought up a small square device… it was a cellphone. “5.00 A.M.” She thought to herself before setting the phone back down. It seemed like she wasn’t one for a quick wake. Generally she liked staying cozy in her ‘footies’ as her and her mother called them, maybe getting under some heavy blankets for additional comfort. She clenched her knees together as she lay her head silently back on her pillow. The big bulge between her legs wasn’t cold or even damp this morning. She made sure not to drink too much before she went to bed, so that came as no surprise. She closed her eyes because of how heavy they felt. It always felt like a load off her life whenever she got to spend some time just resting. Spending so many years in close proximity of her mommy made her appreciate her isolation. She felt so mature, she was only fourteen and she already enjoyed her leisure time; what a privilege. *** “Good morning sweetie…” Fluttershy said, leaning over the crib side. She reached her hand in and brushed the bangs from her daughter’s face. It was pretty early in the morning, but Scootaloo had been sleeping for quite some time. Looking around the room, she admired how clean her daughter kept it. Not only were it’s hard wood floors spic and span, but her stuffed animals and other things were all put in their proper spot. She didn’t usually make her daughter clean up much, but Scootaloo liked doing it anyway. The young girl rubbed her eyes before sitting up. It wasn’t too obvious what time it was, save the phone’s timer. She checked it, it was about 8:00 in the morning. “Mom, why’d you get me up so early?” “Cause sweetie…” Fluttershy said, opening the gate to the crib. “I’m thinking we could go on a little stroll together, maybe. it might get sunny this afternoon and I wanted to get breakfast and everything in you.” “Mom…” she droned on as she was lifted up by her mother and into a cradle. Her heart sank a bit as she found herself clinging to her mom’s chest. She hated being carried, stupid weak legs. Fluttershy giggled a little as she helped her daughter over to her dresser. Setting her down on the ground, she gave her a sheepish smile. “Sorry sweetie, I forgot you wanted to start doing things yourself. I just thought I’d help get you out of your footies lovey!” “Mom, stop!” she moaned, lying back on the ground. She blushed a bright shade of red as she covered her face. She honestly really did appreciate the help, but her mother’s tone made her cringe on the inside. After some uncomfortable fidgeting, the teenager was left in her bra and diaper. She crossed her arms over her chest, there was definitely not much to cover up, but she always wore a bra anyhow. The diaper was another situation. Over the years, her underwear changed in design. She managed to ditch pampers for the most part, but that just allowed for the bulk of them to increase with the new brand. She reached for her diaper tabs and ripped them apart, letting the sogging wet garment to plop on the ground below her. She pulled the diaper from underneath her bottom and sat up. “Mom, c-could you leave?” she asked, looking up at Fluttershy. “Of course sweetie.” Fluttershy nodded. She understood that Scootaloo didn’t like being seen naked. It definitely wasn’t a rare occasion to see her daughter nude though, sometimes Scootaloo would need help cleaning herself, or changing herself, or dressing herself. She seemed to be getting better by the day though. Meanwhile, Scootaloo lazily stood on her two legs and weakly waddled over to her changing table. She crawled on top of it and grabbed the bag of baby wipes. It wasn’t the first time she cleaned herself, but it never was easy. She could smell the dry urine on herself, it was disgusting smelling. After some very diligent wiping, she turned on her tummy. Her small bottom protruding in the air, she grabbed the baby powder and blindly sprayed her bottom with it. She turned back unto her bottom. Finally, she reached to the side and grabbed her diaper. By far, diapers seemed to be the bain of her life. She didn’t always like wearing them, but they seemed to help her a lot in her episodes. She knew that her body was practically useless when a trip came around to screw with her perception. If she didn’t wear them, she’d have a lot of dirty laundry. She balled her fist, clenching into the diaper’s poufy white padding. It felt so weird to her sometimes, the amorphous padding that always surrounded her butt always felt so foreign. You’d think the feeling of the wet gel would become more familiar with you but it never does. Rolling her eyes, she raised her backside and slipped the diaper underneath her bottom. She pulled the front up and wrapped the tabs snug around her waist. She didn’t bother staying on the changing table for long. She just ignored the bulge between her legs and slowly climbed off the thing. She took a good look around her room. Sitting up against the changing table, she looked around at the lightly décored room. It seemed like nothing much really changed, yet everything looked so different than what it did years ago. Specifically, her body hadn’t changed much. It was still the same small and skinny combination that made anything physical hard for her years ago. She was by far the shortest of girl she knew of her age. Weighing just under eighty pounds, she was small. Getting on her hands and knees, she slowly crawled over to her dresser and opened its doors. She opened her wardrobe and took out a pantied skirt; a knee length pink skirt that her mom sewed a pair of white bloomers on. She got on her back laced her feet through the holes. She tugged it up her side and around her waist. “Mmm.” She grunted, sitting back up. She clenched unto the bottom of the opening of her dresser and stood herself up. She closed her eyes as she brought herself up with all her strength. Look through her wardrobe; she picked out a white blouse with a matching cardigan. Just because she was weak didn’t mean she wanted to stop dressing up. She turned around on her wobbly knees and slowly made her way towards the door. Step by step, she smiled as she went. In all honesty, she really wasn’t weak at the legs; it just looked like it. She had a problem with her feet, they were too callused and her arches needed more support. Still, she needed the exercise and she needed to deal with her inability to walk before she had the surgery. It was still a bit out of her way in life. “Honey?” Fluttershy questioned, knocking on the door. “Can I come in?” she questioned. She didn’t like the prospect of Scootaloo being alone for too long, she was always worried about her. The teenager rolled her eyes, “Yeah mom, I’m fine. Come in if you want.” She said, grabbing hold then leaning back on her crib. She closed her eyes and crossed her legs. She wanted to look relaxed, because she was after all relaxed. The mother gently swung the door open and looked in. She noticed her daughter’s cute outfit and smiled, “Oh my, Scootaloo I love your choice. You want me to help with your make up, or maybe your hair?” “I don’t know…” Scootaloo said blowing the hair out of her face; the longer she grew it the quicker it got out of hand it seemed. She kept her eyes fixated at the ceiling and went dead silent. She really didn’t like having to manage her hair all the time. Giving her daughter a warm smile, Fluttershy wisped beside Scootaloo with a white scruntchie at hand. “Well sweetie, let me play with your hair for a moment.” She said, turning her daughter. Balling then curling her daughter’s hair in a bun shape, she smiled. “Thanks mom.” Scootaloo said with a slight smile on her face. She really did love her mom sometimes, especially the little things that she did to make her day feel so special. It really made her happy that her mom stuck around after Big Mac left. She stared at the ground for a moment before giving her mom a sly grin. She closed her eyes and leaped forward, enveloping her mom in a tight hug. “Awe, baby. Is everything alright?” She questioned, running her hands through her daughter’s hair. There really wasn’t much she could do without screwing the bun up. She leaned crouched a bit and let her daughter rest her head on her chest. Scootaloo looked up at her mommy and smiled, “Yeah, I just really wanted to thank you. I’m sorry for driving you out of my room earlier. That was dumb of me, I-I don’t mind you seeing me na-“ “Honey please, I understand you need your privacy.” She giggled, rubbing her child’s back. Always the trigger jumper Scootaloo was. Perhaps sometimes she was too honest or too emotional, probably a bit of both. “I know.” The teenager said looking back up, “T-thankyou.” She said, blushing a bit. She turned her focus over to her stationary. “C-could we maybe stick around for a little while after breakfast? I-I mean I heard it’s going to keep raining anyway, so maybe we could just stay inside?” Fluttershy’s eyes opened up, “Really? Oh, I hadn’t checked the weather in a while. I guess that’s fine. You want help getting down stairs?” She asked, before lifting her child into another cradle. Scootaloo was surprisingly light, probably due to the upper body workouts she started doing a while back. It was nice being able to lift things ease; something she couldn’t always due a few years back. “Mom, it’s not really a question if you do it anyway.” Scootaloo panned, looking down at the floor. “Please don’t drop me, my butt still hurts from last time you know?” She said, looking at her mother’s sheepish smile. Last time she was accidently dropped, her mom tripped on a table leg and sent her flying unto the living room couch; it was a really close call. “Oh sweetie, you’re stronger than you think. I’m sure you’d be fine even if I dropped you a few feet. If I were to run over your foot, that’d be another problem.” She said, opening the door and starting her walk downstairs. As Scootaloo looked around, she noticed how little the rest of her house had changed. There wasn’t any big leap in technology from when she was ten, there was no major modernization movement, and there wasn’t a big push to retrofit what they already had. The whole house looked about the same, aside from some of the furniture being moved around a bit. Fluttershy looked down at her child and smiled as she made her way down the final steps. She was so much bigger than she used to be, at least in her eyes she was. No longer did Scootaloo crave being held all the time, nor did she crave being babied. For the most part that is, she still had a few ‘security blankets’, probably for attachment sake. She carried her daughter through the dimly lit living room and into the dining room. Walking over to the actual table, she set her daughter into her old highchair. Diligently, she began working the straps then dropped the table unto her baby’s lap. Scootaloo relaxed, sitting back in the chair’s plush padding. She didn’t really need the highchair, but being fed make her more comfortable in the mornings, a time when stomach is at its weakest. Her mom knew how to pace her consumption better too. She smiled, watching as her mom brought over a stack of pancakes for her. The food she had wasn’t ussaully wasn’t more than a bottle or a cereal bowl. Her mom probably wanted to make something big before their stroll. Too bad the weather outside was so bad. “Hehe, someone looks ready.” Fluttershy added, bringing up a chair right in front of Scootaloo. She looked down as she cute the few pancakes into tiny little squares. “Now chew slowly Scoots, there’s no rush.” She said, giving her daughter a warm smile. Opening her mouth, the girl slowly nommed the pancakes off her mom’s fork and slowly began chewing. Her eyes became fixated on the small rounded prong fork that her mother used. Its handle had the design of some cartoon character in a peaceful backdrop. “Baby…” Fluttershy waved her hand, gathering the attention of her baby again. Scootaloo was so easily distracted, probably on account of her Aspergers. It wasn’t her fault really, being stimulated with baby stuff must be overwhelming sometimes. Baby stuff is filled with designs and colors that distract the eye, no wonder she had a hard time focusing sometimes. Scootaloo smiled at her mom, happily eating the food as it was served to her. She knew some of her rituals were getting a bit strange and she really loved that her mom made excuses for her sometimes. Fluttershy returned the smile, giving her daughter more of her breakfast. “Such a beautiful girl.” She complimented. *** “Hmm…” Scootaloo said, tapping her pencil against her stationary. The girl liked to design dresses in her free time, specifically dressy ones. It seemed to be her talent outside of reading and writing. She seemed to do that a lot nowadays. The child leaned back in her chair, taking a look around at her dresses. They were all laced and ruffled, beautiful silk creations based off the ones she used to wear as kid. She was already working with Rarity to get them made, she said they’d be a hit at the boutique; especially with the city’s prom coming up. “Mom…” Scootaloo called from her chair. She turned around, looking at her room; rows of stuffed animals, plastic dolls, and other girly things filling the shelf’s. The furniture was all coated in white acrylic paint that complimented the pastel pink walls and made the room alive and young. “What is it Scootaloo?” Fluttershy said, slowly walking in. She paced over to the desk and looked down at her daughter’s creations. “Oh my, Scootaloo these look amazing.” Scootaloo stood on her shaky knees and leaned forward hugging her mom. She planted her face in her chest and looked up at her mom. “Awe, what is it baby? Are you feeling alright?” She asked, hugging onto her daughter, giving her the support she needed. “Nothing, just… thanks mom.” She said, closing her eyes. The room went silent other than the quiet pattering of rain that sounded all around the house. Inside the child’s mind through, nothing was to be heard other than the sound of her mother’s loving heart beat; she loved that sound. "Dear Fluttershy, Remember that there's a little girl, who if you really care about, you'll take back one day. Tell her that if she bides her time and works hard, that there's nothing that'll hold back that beautiful mind of hers from creating amazing things. Tell her that she has a mommy that'll love her until the end of time and that nothing she does will ever change that. Tell her that I only had the best intentions when I left her for you to find. I'm sorry I couldn't be who she needed in her life Rainbow Dash, I know that and so do you. ~Love, Rainbow Dash"