Twily felt full. Very, very full. That bottle of milk had really done a number on her, and it felt like her belly had grown to about double its size. But she was very content with that feeling. She felt full and safe and happy, and the safety and happiness only increased when a little pink pacifier was slipped into her mouth. The pacifier might not have been giving milk like the nipple of the bottle had, but it still felt very nice and calming to suck on. She felt her eyelids begin to droop as she sucked her paci, and glanced over to Dashie. Dashie had also been given a paci, and she looked to be enjoying hers just as much. It was a little funny to Twily to see a big filly like Dashie sucking a pacifier too, but Mama Sweet had said earlier that it was okay for big fillies to do little filly things sometimes, and Mama Sweet was the smartest, nicest pony ever. If she said it was okay, then there was no chance that it could not be okay.
Twily tried to lean over a bit to get closer to Dashie. She began to lean across Mama Sweet, reaching a foreleg out towards Dashie. Suddenly, she felt Mama Sweet's magic take hold of her. She giggled lightly as she was picked up and sat down on Sweet's lap.
"Where's baby Twily going?" Sweet asked playfully. Twily considered responding, but that would have meant letting her paci fall out of her mouth, and she liked sucking on it so much. She felt Mama Sweet lift her knees a bit, causing Twily to bounce on her lap. She giggled joyfully, prompting Sweet to repeat the action. Her padded rump bounced over and over on Sweet's lap, and she was rather certain that this was the most fun she'd ever had. She burst into peals of laughter, not caring as her paci fell out of her mouth, now dangling from the string around her neck.
"I wanna!" Dashie shouted, sitting up. Twily glanced over just in time to see Dashie put both front hooves on her. She gave a quick push, and Twily found herself tumbling onto the couch. She landed on the cushion with a little bounce and stared up at Dashie as she tried to climb onto Sweet's lap. She hadn't been hurt at all, but being knocked off of Sweet's lap and forced from the fun bouncing upset her greatly. She sniffled twice before the emotional dam burst, and she began to wail, tears streaming down her cheeks. It wasn't fair that Dashie was bigger and stronger and older and could do that to her.
"Dashie!" Sweet exclaimed. "That wasn't nice!"
"Wanna bounce!" Dashie shouted, ignoring Twily's cries as she continued to try to sit on Sweet's lap. Sweet would not allow it, though, lighting her horn up and holding Dashie in place.
"Nana Sweet isn't going to reward you for pushing little Twily!" Sweet responded. "Now that's strike two. If you don't apologize to Twily by the time I count to three, then that's going to be strike three and you're gonna get punished. Understood?"
"Wanna bounce!" Dashie repeated, although a little quieter than before.
"One..." Sweet began, staring intently at the floating Dashie. Dashie shrank back a little, a bit of worry entering her eyes.
"But Nana Sweet..." Dashie began. Sweet, however, was undeterred.
"Two..." Sweet continued. Dashie looked panicked and conflicted, weighing her need for fun and her desire to avoid punishment. Just as Sweet's mouth began to form the next word, Dashie quickly gave up on her goal.
"I sorry Twily!" Dashie shouted. Sweet's face lightened, and she placed Dashie on the couch next to Twily as she helped her up.
"There you go," Sweet said. "I knew you were a good filly. Now hug Twily." Dashie complied immediately, wrapping her forelegs around Twily and even giving her a wet kiss on the cheek.
"Sorry Twily," Dashie repeated. "Sorry I pushed you. I love you." Twily sniffled and leaned into the embrace, smiling a little as her tears began to fade.
"L-Love you too Dashie," Twily said, making a little squeak as Dashie tightened her hug. Sweet beamed and joined in the hug.
"And I love you both," Sweet cooed, placing their pacifiers back in their mouths. "Now come on. I've got a special playtime surprise for you." She got up, and Dashie was quick to get up as well. Twily began to get up, but to her younger mind, the drop off of the couch seemed much bigger than it was. She felt twinges of fear begin to pop up, but they were soon settled as Sweet's magic lifted her up. She giggled softly as she was levitated onto Sweet's back and happily rested her chin on her mane.
"This way!" Sweet announced, heading out the door. Twily sighed happily, soothed by the gentle rhythm of Sweet's trotting. Her gaze danced along the walls, observing the colorful animal stickers adorning them that had somehow escaped her attention before. Every one of them was smiling, and even though Twily knew they were just pictures, something about seeing all of their smiling faces made her smile too. She closed her eyes, listening peacefully to the mismatched trotting sounds from Mama Sweet and Dashie. She had no idea where they were going, but she didn't care. Wherever it was, she would be with Mama Sweet and Dashie, so it would be fine.
The two fillies were brought to a door that Dashie hadn't seen on her previous visit. Sweet opened the door, and both Twily and Dashie's eyes went wide at the sight. Inside the room was a giant indoor playground. Swings, slides, a sandbox...every amenity a little filly could ever ask for in a playground, centered right here in this very room.
"Wooooooow!" Dashie exclaimed. "Coooooool!" Twily giggled, nodding eagerly and squirming slightly on Sweet's back, eager to go play with all the fun things.
"I had a feeling you two would like this room," Sweet said with a grin. "I wish I could have showed it to you on your last visit, Dashie, but it wasn't quite ready yet." The older pony's words seemed to be lost on the younger ones, who were both utterly enthralled with the idea of playing on that playground. Sweet noticed this and chuckled, lifting Twily up in her magic and setting her down on her hooves next to Dashie. "Go on then, little ones. Have fun! I'll be right here." Twily and Dashie smiled at each other, then began to gallop towards the playground. They only managed to make it a few feet before they stopped in their tracks. There was another pony here. The green earth pony mare smiled warmly at the two, a smile that attempted to calm the uncertainties currently dancing through their minds.
"Hello there!" the mystery mare said. "Aren't you two just precious?"
"Well hello there, Seafoam!" Sweet said cheerfully. "Girls, this is Miss Seafoam. She's one of the newer caretakers here. And Miss Seafoam, this is Dashie and Twily." Sweet gave her girls a smile. "You girls can trust her, she's a very nice pony." This seemed to be all Dashie needed to hear, as she broke into a big smile.
"Hi Miss See...Seefo!" Dashie said, struggling slightly with the name before settling on her own version of it. "Wanna see how high I can swing?"
"I'd love to!" Seafoam responded. She turned to look at Twily, who was not quite as eager as Dashie. Twily was currently trying to hide behind Sweet's legs, a feat which would have been far more successful had Twily actually been the size to match the age she was mentally.
"Aww...lil' princess is a bit shy," Sweet said softly. "It's okay, darling. Say, would you like to play with Miss Seafoam's little friend? She's taking care of a little filly too."
Twily hesitated. She hadn't even thought of the fact that there might be other fillies and colts relaxing here. If she had the capability to think deeper into it, she probably would have realized that this had to be the case, or else the establishment likely wouldn't be earning enough money to continue functioning. At the moment, though, all she could think of was how it would be fun to play with another little filly. She gave a shy little smile and a nod.
"Great!" Sweet said. "Where's little Bonnie, Miss Seafoam?"
"She's right over there in the sandbox!" Seafoam said as Dashie was trying to drag her over to the swing set. Twily tried to follow Dashie, forgetting her earlier thoughts, but Sweet put a hoof on her back.
"Don't you want to play in the fun sandbox?" Sweet asked gently. Twily smiled at her tone of voice and nodded.
"Yes Mama Sweet!" Twily said happily. Sweet giggled and led Twily to the sandbox. Twily smiled at the pony sitting in the sandbox. She was another nice filly, the same size as her. Her coat was cream-colored and her curly blue and pink mane was tied into little pigtails. Twily knew she'd met her before in town, and the name "Bon-Bon" came to mind, which made a lot of sense considering Sweet had called her Bonnie. She'd had no idea that Bonnie was a little filly too, but judging from the diaper around her waist, it was clear that she was.
"Hi!" Bonnie said cheerfully as Twily approached. "I'm Bonnie! Wanna be friends?" Twily beamed at the prospect of another friend. She knew she'd seen Bonnie around town before but never really got to know her very well for some reason. A nice, fun playtime would be the perfect opportunity to make a new friend.
"Friends!" Twily said, plopping her rump down in the sand. "I'm Twily! What you playing?"
"Playing sand castles," Bonnie told her, patting her little plastic shovel against the sand she'd gathered into her bucket. "I making a pretty one! Wanna help?" Twily looked over to where Dashie was for approval, since she was the older one. Seeing Dashie happily occupied with showing her swinging ability off to Miss Seafoam, she instead looked towards Mama Sweet, who nodded encouragingly.
"Kay!" Twily responded with a smile.
"Yay!" Bonnie cheered. "I make the castle, you make the moat!" Twily quickly nodded in agreement. She carefully picked up another nearby shovel, having a bit of difficulty grasping it. A few efforts were made to dig properly, but her motor control was a bit more inhibited than Bonnie's and it proved to be a much more difficult task than she'd expected. Frustration slowly started to set in, but Twily was determined. She wanted to be Bonnie's friend and Bonnie wanted her to dig a moat, so that was what she absolutely, positively had to do. With that thought in mind, she discarded the shovel, opting instead to dig her front hooves into the sand. This proved far easier than manipulating that silly old shovel, and she smiled widely in Bonnie's direction as she dug. Bonnie smiled back, and Twily couldn't possibly be happier.
Twily's digging slowed suddenly as she felt a new, yet still familiar feeling overtake her. It started with a slight shiver down below, and then was immediately followed by a spreading warmth in her crotch. She quickly realized that she was wetting her diaper, just like the little foal that she was. She hadn't even realized that she had to go, but mounting evidence within her diaper proved that she certainly had. The flow kept going, fueled by all the tea and milk she'd had earlier, and the warm wetness continued to spread. It felt like forever before the flow finally stopped, leaving Twily in a rather sodden diaper.
Twily sat still for a few moments, processing the events that had just transpired. A bit of worry began to spring up, mixed with a tiny bit of embarrassment as she noticed Bonnie looking at her. For some reason, though, both of those emotions felt alien to her, as if there was some reason to have them buried deep in her mind, but that reason refused to show itself. A third emotion poked its way into her mental battle: calmness. This one felt a lot more fitting. There was no reason to be worried about a wet diaper. Mama Sweet would change her. There was no reason to be embarrassed, either. She was a little filly, and little fillies wet their diapers all the time. In fact, upon a quick look at Bonnie, it was entirely possible that she was wet as well. Dashie very well might have been as well, seeing as they'd both had their tea and milk at the same time. It was all okay, because they were all foals and that was just what foals did. Plus, the warm feeling didn't hurt matters. Worry and embarrassment were quickly vanquished, and a calm smile once again crossed Twily's face.
"You okay Twily?" Bonnie asked. Twily blinked and looked back at Bonnie, finally realizing how long she'd been sitting there and doing nothing.
"I'm okay!" Twily responded cheerfully. And she truly believed it.
"I make big cannons for the castle!" Bonnie declared, pointing out two twigs that she'd put on top of the sand towers. "An' they'll blow up the bad guys that want our castle! Boom!" She threw a little pebble she'd found for emphasis, watching it land just outside the bit of moat that Twily had dug. Twily giggled, delighted, and began digging more.
"They never gonna get it!" Twily insisted. "Not with the biggest moat in the world!" She dug rapidly, determined to bring this claim to reality. Nothing would stand in her way. Not difficult-to-use shovels, not wet diapers...nothing.
"Aww, look at the little sweethearts!"
Twily beamed as she heard Mama Sweet's voice praising her and her new friend. She looked back with a big smile to see her approaching. Next to her was Miss Seafoam, and trailing behind them was Dashie.
"Such good fillies," Seafoam added, leaning in to pat Bonnie on the head. "You two have made such a nice castle!" Twily nodded eagerly, basking in the praise. She caught sight of Dashie out of the corner of her eye and was confused by the look on her face. Dashie looked upset, and Twily couldn't imagine why.
"I swung real high!" Dashie said loudly, trying to call the attention back to herself.
"Yes you did, sweetie," Sweet told her, turning to give her a smile. "But we should also tell Twily she did a good job with what she was doing, shouldn't we?" Dashie pouted a little as the adults turned their attention back to Twily and Bonnie.
"Is that a moat?" Seafoam asked.
"Yes!" Twily responded, beaming proudly.
"You did such a good job digging it!" Sweet told her, patting her on the head. Twily couldn't possibly be prouder. She thought the moat was pretty decent, but it was unfinished and she figured it could have been better. If Mama Sweet approved of it, though, then it must have been good. She smiled sweetly up to the two adults as they fawned over her. All the attention from the grownups was a really nice thing. She wasn't normally one to care much about getting attention, but she had to admit that it could be nice when it came.
Twily's thoughts were interrupted when she felt a tugging at the back of her diaper's waistband. She looked behind her just in time to see Dashie, one hoof pulling the waistband and the other holding one of the shovels. She tried to ask what she was doing, but before she could, Dashie tilted the shovel down, and sand began pouring into her diaper. Twily squealed uncomfortably as the scratchy, grainy sand was poured in, kicking her hind legs and wiggling. The wiggling, however, did nothing but make the whole situation even more uncomfortable. The sand was getting everywhere, and Twily couldn't take the feeling anymore. Left with no other alternative, she burst into tears.
"Twily!" Sweet gasped. Her gaze shot behind her, catching Dashie red-hoofed as she tried, but failed, to drop the shovel in time. She frowned, and before Dashie could get away, she lit her horn up, holding Dashie in her magic. "What do you think you're doing, young filly?" Dashie bit her lip, trying to squirm in Sweet's magical grasp as she began to realize the weight of the situation and that she had done a bad thing. Her stubbornness, however, would not allow her to admit it.
"I swung real high!" Dashie insisted, rather sure in her mind that this was a valid argument. She looked at Sweet desperately, expecting to be released, but release was not coming as Sweet hugged the still-sobbing Twily, whose sudden onset of tears had caused Bonnie to begin crying as well.
"Yes, and we watched you do it," Sweet said sternly. "We gave you plenty of attention, and it was Twily's turn. You can't go being mean to Twily just because you're not getting every bit of our attention."
"B-but..." Dashie stammered. The disappointed looks from Sweet and Seafoam as they tried to calm Twily and Bonnie down. Her resolve began to fade, and she soon found herself tearing up as she realized just how much trouble she was in.
"I'm afraid this is strike three, Dashie," Sweet said, shaking her head. "Seafoam, will you please watch Twily for a moment?"
"Of course," Seafoam said. Twily found herself shifted into Seafoam's embrace, but even that little bit of shifting was enough to irritate her, and her crying only increased in volume. She clung to both Seafoam and Bonnie, helplessly crying as the grownup tried to calm the two of them down. Sweet, meanwhile, levitated a worried Dashie away from the sandbox and sat her down near a bench, still not relinquishing her from her grasp. Dashie's eyes followed her as she opened a nearby closet, digging through it. Dashie's mind raced with worrisome ideas of what manner of punishment Nana Sweet had in store for her.
"Here we go," Sweet said, dragging a large foal carrier seat from the closet. The seat was padded, its padding covered in a blue cloth adorned with clouds, and had a handle affixed to the top of it. Dashie stared at it, unsure of what Sweet had in mind.
"I'm sorry I have to do this, Dashie," Sweet said, setting the carrier down next to her. "But I can't just let you act out without punishment. You're going to have to sit in the carrier and watch Twily have fun until playtime is over. You can use that time to think about what you've done."
Dashie felt herself lifted up as Sweet finished her declaration. She had expected something like a spanking, but the idea of being forced to watch playtime and know she couldn't participate was almost worse. She tried to struggle and actually managed a bit of wiggling, but a stern look from Nana Sweet made her reluctantly cease her struggling. She was placed down onto the soft padding of the carrier.
"Now sit still, Dashie," Sweet told her as she freed her from her magical grasp. "And let me buckle you in. I certainly hope you can be good and not put up a fight for Nana." The sentiment was not lost on Dashie, and as little as she wanted to be strapped in, she laid still and let Nana Sweet do her work. Within a few moments, she was securely buckled into the carrier seat. She whimpered slightly, frustrated at being locked down. Even the super-comfy padding that swaddled her from practically all angles wasn't putting a smile on her face, and things were only made worse when her carrier was magically lifted and turned around so she could get a view of the playground. It just wasn't fair. The only thing stopping her from whimpering more was Sweet placing her pacifier back in her mouth. That helped calm her a bit, but not enough to make up for missing out on the rest of the fun.
Twily, meanwhile, was beginning to calm down as Sweet returned to her and the others, the carrier only about ten feet away. She might have been calmer now, but the discomfort of the sand in her diaper was still quite prevalent. She felt Sweet's hoof slip around and give her diaper a little check.
"Well then," Sweet said gently. "Looks like we'll kill two birds with one stone by changing you out of this one, huh?" Twily only sniffled in response, prompting a gentle hug from Sweet before she was picked up in her magic. Twily soon found herself laid down on her back on a changing mat that Sweet had set out. She patted a hoof against the mat, interested in the crinkly sound that it made. This occupied her for a bit as Sweet undid the tapes on her diaper, letting it flop open. For the briefest of moments, Twily felt a bit of self-consciousness at being changed in front of Miss Seafoam and Bonnie, as if a tiny bit of her adult mind had come back to visit. It was quick to fade, though. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. All that really mattered was being put in a fresh, clean, sand-less diaper.
"Look how calm she is for her change," Seafoam marveled. "Bonnie here is always so wiggly and squirmy."
"She sounds an awful lot like Dashie," Sweet said with a smile as she began to clean Twily thoroughly with a foal wipe, making sure not a single grain of sand was left on her. "You can't stop Dashie from moving about." She glanced back towards Dashie, who was still looking quite unhappy in her carrier, her little struggles only helping to prove Sweet's point.
Twily, meanwhile, was staring up at Mama Sweet, love in her eyes. Mama Sweet was caring for her so gently and tenderly. Every little wipe with the foal wipe was relaxing her further, calming her so much that she nearly forgot what she was crying about moments ago. It felt so nice and cool against her body, a large contrast to the discomfort that the sand had been causing her. She noticed both Seafoam and Bonnie watching, but she wasn't concerned about it. She felt her pacifier slip back into her mouth and happily got to suckling, no longer paying much attention to her surroundings. Sweet's magic enveloped her hind hooves and gently lifted them up enough to pick her rump up off of the pad. Her new diaper was slid under her, and she felt herself lowered back down onto it, the soft feeling causing her to giggle lightly. A few sprinkles of foal powder later and Sweet folded the diaper up between her legs, taping it closed.
"All better," Sweet cooed. "Are you happy now, sweetheart?" Twily nodded in response, calmly suckling on her paci.
"Wonderful," Sweet said. "Now you go play with Bonnie while I sit with Dashie. You've got about fifteen minutes until bedtime, so make the most of it!" Twily giggled and nodded eagerly, crawling her way back to her new friend.
The rest of playtime was mostly uneventful. Every once in a while, Twily would interrupt her playing to look over towards the others. She wondered briefly why Dashie was strapped into that big, comfy-looking seat. She didn't look very happy about it, but Twily couldn't imagine why. It looked so comfy, she almost wanted to sit in it. Dashie didn't seem to agree, though, and spent a lot of time fidgeting, although her fidgeting slowed when Mama Sweet started to rock her in her seat. Miss Seafoam would move in here and there to help Twily and Bonnie when they needed it, but for the most part they were left to play on their own. Twily gave Bonnie a big hug when she was told that playtime was over. She was really nice, and Twily hoped to get to play with her again sometime. The mostly-independent playing made Twily feel like a big filly, a feeling that was only reinforced when Mama Sweet allowed her to walk on her own back to the nursery while the older Dashie was carried along in her carrier. Dashie's complaints had all but ceased by this point. As much as the active filly disliked missing out on the rest of playtime, she had to admit that her punishment for acting out was at least a comfortable one.
The three ponies soon reached the nursery once more, and Sweet led her two little charges inside. Twily was yawning by this point, and Dashie was on the verge of sleep herself. It had been a very active and exciting day for the two fillies, and they were certainly feeling about ready for bedtime. Dashie let out a little yawn as she was freed from the carrier and set down on her hooves. She began to head for the bedroom but was stopped by Sweet's magic.
"Ah, ah," Sweet said as she prepared nighttime bottles for the two. "Dashie, I believe you have something you have to say to Twily before you head off to night-nights?" Twily looked at Sweet, confused. By this point she'd practically forgotten about what Dashie did to her. Dashie, however, had not. She blushed a little and looked down.
"Sorry for putting sand in your diapee, Twily," Dashie said quietly. "It was mean, an' I shouldn't be mean to you cause I love you."
Twily looked at Dashie blankly for a few moments before memories of the incident came rushing back. She frowned a little, remembering just how uncomfortable it was. Her first instinct was to be upset with Dashie. She had no reason to be so mean to her. Then she thought about it a little more. Dashie might have been mean, but Twily could tell that she felt really bad about being mean. Maybe it was just because being mean got her punished, but either way, Dashie apologized, and as far as she could tell, she meant it. Twily smiled a big smile and wrapped her forelegs around Dashie, nuzzling her cheek.
"It's okay Dashie," Twily said with a giggle. "I love you too."
"Awww," Sweet cooed. "Good girls. Now come here, Dashie. You still need a change before bedtime."
"I do?" Dashie asked. She looked down and gave her diaper a poke. She giggled, not even having realized she'd wet herself, and waddled over to Sweet for her change. Twily sat by quietly, sucking on her pacifier while Sweet did her work. Soon enough, Dashie was happy and warm in a dry diaper. Both fillies were then summoned to the couch, where Sweet had them curl up on either side of her again to drink their nighttime bottles. The two noticed that the bottles were bigger than the previous ones, but after so much playing, a nice big drink was just what they needed. It took a while, but both Twily and Dashie managed to finish their bottles. The two were burped and set down on the floor once they were finished. Twily yawned a powerful yawn; she'd already been tired, but a belly full of warm milk was only making her that much more sluggish.
"Who's ready for beddie-byes?" Sweet asked. She didn't even bother to wait for the two to respond as she headed towards the bedroom. Twily and Dashie both waddled close behind, wanting nothing more than to get into bed.
Twily looked in sleepy wonder at the bedroom. Everything about it looked so cozy and inviting. She wasn't sure if it was just because she was so tired, but even looking at the big, comfy-looking crib was helping to make her yearn for sleep that much more. Her attention was drawn from the crib when she saw Dashie being dressed in a cute little Wonderbolts-themed footed sleeper. She stared longingly at Dashie, instantly filling up with jealousy. Why couldn't she get a nice, cozy-looking set of pajamas? Just as she began to pout, Sweet's attention turned to her.
"Aw, don't think I forgot you, lil' cutie," Sweet said with a grin. "I think I've got just the thing for you." Twily watched with excitement as Sweet began going through the closet again, and when she re-emerged, Twily's eyes grew as large as saucers. In Sweet's magical grasp was an adorable little sleeper that was fashioned to look like a princess dress, complete with frills and designs at the hooves that were meant to look like the same type of golden shoes that Princess Celestia usually wore. The set was completed by a small hood with a tiara stitched on top of it. Twily made a little happy squeal as she looked at the most amazing pajamas she'd ever seen.
"You like?" Sweet asked. She beckoned for Twily to come closer and she happily obliged, stepping eagerly into the sleeper. She smiled widely up at Sweet once she was snug in the sleeper and the hood was pulled up. Sweet stared at the two, positively beaming.
"Nana's little Wonderbolt and Mama's little Princess," Sweet cooed. "You're both the cutest things ever. Now c'mon, it's time for night-nights." She lit her horn up, gently lifting both ponies at once. The two were carefully deposited next to each other in the crib, and they turned to look at each other with little smiles.
"It's been a long day for you two little fillies," Sweet said. "I'm very happy we got to spend this time together. I hope you enjoyed your second visit, Dashie. And Twily, I hope you enjoyed your first enough to give it another try. You're a wonderful couple to do this kind of thing together." She gave the mobile over their heads a gentle tap, letting it spin slowly. Twily smiled sleepily as she stared at the spinning mobile, her already-droopy eyelids drooping even more once Sweet began to sing a soft lullaby. Twily sighed happily as she leaned up against Dashie, who had already fallen asleep. She cuddled up to her, drifting off to sleep in short order.
"Goodnight, girls," Sweet said. She gave each a kiss on the forehead, then rose the side of the crib and locked it. She set the walkie-talkie up to make sure she would hear the two if they needed anything overnight, then tiptoed over to the door, turning the lights off before closing it.