//------------------------------// // Chapter Two: Warm and Sunny // Story: Fluttershy the Foalsitter // by AlliePastel //------------------------------// “Oh, geez.” Sweetie Belle moaned, stumbling forward like she had three left hooves. The diaper hugging her waist was more bulbous than she’d expected. Fluttershy was enamored by the spectacle in front of her. “Hehe, slow down silly.” She said, pacing over to Sweetie then petted her mane with a hoof. Sweetie planted her padded backside squarely on the ground and crossed her hooves, “Diapers are stupid! Why do I even need to wear one?” “Oh, that.” Fluttershy shyly turned her eyes away from the child before bringing them back, center focus. “Well, let’s just say they’re to make you feel more relaxed.” She answered, bringing the child to all of her fours with an encouraging hoist. “I know the waddling might be a bit awkward at first. But like all little fillies and colts, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it!” Sweetie Belle stood up and focused her eyes on the white cot, completely ignoring her caretaker’s words. Determined, she waddle forward pacing on the plush carpeted ground until she reached her destination. “Sweetie?” Fluttershy asked, watching as the little one turned back around with a big smile on her face. “See, I told you I could do it!” Sweetie cheered, preforming a little victory hop. She focused her eyes on Fluttershy, the made a straight path to her. “Well, you’re right. You can certainly waddle wike a big fiwwy!” Fluttershy patronized, reaching her hooves out to the child. Blinded by her own momentary pride, Sweetie Belle beamed. “You really mean it?” She asked, anxious for Fluttershy’s approval. She lept into Fluttershy’s hooves, letting herself be lifted into a loving over the shoulder hug. “That’s right.” Fluttershy cooed, stepping out of the room with her remaining three hooves. “Mmm.” Sweetie Belle closed her eyes and hugged Fluttershy’s chest. However, the realization of movement made her eyes open like window shades on a sunny day, “Wait, where are we going?” Fluttershy continued, patiently strolling down the hallway before arriving by a storage closet. “Well.” She smiled, silently eager to reveal her surprise. “You like carriage rides right?” “Yeah!” Sweetie said, oblivious to Fluttershy’s intent. It wasn’t like she ever dealt with much foal stuff in her brief adolescent life. She did however know about carriages rides and she really like them. They were a bit like trains, except a whole lot less noisy, and extraordinarily more comfortable. Beaming, Fluttershy leaped up and down for joy in her mind. “Well, what do you say to this?” She asked, using her free hoof to open a big white door, revealing a stylish big black and pink stroller. “Ooh, what’s that?” Sweetie Belle asked, as she was set in involuntarily; not that she minded. Leaning back, she was astonished of how soft the cushions were. It was like a chair covered in genuine Clouds Dale cloud pillows. “You like it?” Fluttershy asked, pulling the stroller out of the closet and into the living room’s natural light. “It is really comfortable.” Sweetie Belle admitted, closing her eyes and relaxing. Not only did her back feel adequately embellished, but so did her neck; it really felt like she was sinking into the cushions. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Fluttershy answered in her own subtle victorious tone. It was a small win for any caretaker, having your baby comply to a safer alternative and still enjoy it. Sweetie Belle would get plenty of time practice waddling, but she needed to be able to do it more naturally if she was going to let her do it outside. Sweetie Belle watched as a set of hooves appeared in front of her and buckled her in safely. It seemed like a bit of overkill, with the tray right ahead of her, but she understood the desire from caution. Fluttershy always was a cautious mare after all. Fluttershy looked at her foal with a big welcoming smile. This is seemed weirdly like the right time to test Sweetie Belle’s limits. The more babyish she could get Sweetie, the better. Really, she had no reason to test Sweetie outside her own curiosity. That and Rarity did want to try some outfits on Sweetie Belle. “Say, if we’re going outside are you going to get thirsty? Because I can pack you something to drink.” Fluttershy added, curious as to what to pack for a little snack. Smiling, the child kicked her back hooves and asked, “Do you have any orange juice? Cause orange juice sounds really yummy.” “Hehe, of course.” Fluttershy replied, delighted to cater to her filly. She walked away to the kitchen, “Mind sitting still for Aunty Fluttershy, while she packs your stuff?” “Of course not.” Sweetie Belle answered, quite positive that she could be patient. It was a trait that big fillies had and she knew she was still a big filly at heart. In the kitchen, Fluttershy grabbed a very important accessory off the table; Sweetie Belle’s diaper bag. While she wasn’t positive there was going to be any diaper changing yet. She was curtain that the big floral themed bag would be a nice cool place to store a sippy cup of juice. Throwing the bag over her shoulder, she grabbed one of the many pre-made sippy cups from the fridge and stored it in the bag. “Hmm?” Sweetie questioned, feeling something move underneath her. From around her side came Fluttershy’s perky grin, beaming like she’d just preformed a miracle. “Ready?” Fluttershy questioned, climbing behind the helm of the stroller’s handles. “Kinda.” Sweetie Belle commented, nervously pawing at her shoulder with the opposing hoof. She bent her neck back very slightly and raised her eyebrows inquisitionally, “No one’s going to see me are they? You know the school would tear me apart if they noticed me wearing diapers.” Chuckling lightly, Fluttershy shook her head. “Hehe, no no no. My cottage is on a very reclusive part of the town. Anybody that could see you would either have to invited through the front or cut through the Everfree Forest.” She leaned in for dramatic effect, “Which isn’t something any school filly would do.” Agreeing with her caretaker’s words, she nodded. “Alright. I’m good then.” She said, joining her hooves together in her lap and smiling. “Off we go.” Fluttershy cheered, gently pacing out of the door with the buggy occupying her fore hooves. Exiting the front door, she as well as her baby were greeted by the same cloudless sky that stuck around since the morning. For Fluttershy, the sun meant there was a bit of squinting required in order to see. But for Sweetie Belle, her buggy’s awning let her see all the hills in valleys around the house. It was incredible, just elegant everything was. A dirt road wrapped around the acre large property like a a big dusty brown serpent. Every lively green garden patch, every bountiful fruit tree, and every clear blue creek bed were connected by that dirt road. As she traveled down the road, Sweetie could hear the subtle little pebbles pop as they were ran over by the buggy wheels. Ever more so, she could really see every detail of the green grass that surrounded the hardened down dirt path. Little white bunnies, brownie brown ferrets and chipmunks could all be seen frolicking around in the untrimmed grassy areas on the border between her cottage and the ever free forest. “Hmmph.” Fluttershy grunted, pushing the cart up at a slight 30 degree angle. After a minute or two she stopped at the very top of a mostly flat fault of sorts and threw down the little rainbow coloured microfiber throw blanky, from the back of the buggy. “Are we having a picnic? Cause I already ate a little while ago.” Sweetie Belle admitted, feeling a wavering guilt. She should have said something earlier. Fluttershy smiled at the idea, but shook her head as she unbuckled the filly. “No, I just thought some outside time for you would be a good thing.” She said, lifting the filly up in her hooves and into the sunlight. “Eep!” Sweetie said, cowering behind her hooves as the sunrays blasted her harder than a water hose to the face. Acting fast, Fluttershy set her on the blanket and ran back to her cart to grab the diaper bag. “Oh, poor baby.” She cooed, putting the bag in front of the filly. She opened up the main section and started digging in, panicking a bit. Peeking her eyes out from underneath her hooves, Sweetie Belle very slowly let her eyes adjust to the light. Underneath her was some sort of super soft pastel coloured blanket, although she already saw that. Focusing her sight on the inside of the diaper bag, she noticed Fluttershy pull out a tiny white silky bonnet of sorts. Fluttershy fixated it on the filly’s head and watched as Sweetie Belle dropped her hooves to the ground. Sighing in relief, her concern didn’t drop as her little filly looked awkwardly offended at the site of the diaper bag. “Wait? What is that thing?” Sweetie Belle asked, crawling over and looking inside. The overbearing smell of baby powder hit her as she started pawing around at the contents of the sack. There was a little purple and white sun suit that seemed to match the bonnet, a multicolored teething ring, a lot of medicine, baby powder, baby oil, about a dozen diapers, and a lot of other stuff. With an offended expression on her face, she looked up at Fluttershy. “Sweetie Belle. That’s your diaper bag.” Fluttershy said as a matter of fact, “All foals have one. At least, any foal with a responsible parent would.” “Why though? I don’t needa diaper bag.” She pouted, sitting up straight again and turning her glare towards her caretaker. Fluttershy face hoofed, half wanting to laugh. For the sake of seriousness, she put on her motherly smile and looked down condesendly at the child. “Sweetie, the diaper bag is for emergencies; small emergencies. Like for when the suns in your eyes and you need a little sunhat to keep it out.” Sweetie Belle’s pout turned into a frown, “But, I don’t have ‘emergencies’.” She turned towards Fluttershy and laid on her tummy, clearly distraught. “Baby.” Fluttershy reassured, gently stroking the young filly’s mane. “I know you don’t have ‘emergencies. You could’ve made it without the hat, I know. But you’re supposed to let yourself go a bit, alright? You’re my foal, you have the right to demand a little bit more out of every pony else.” The filly paused for a moment, but then looked up with a straight face, “But I don’t wanna be a burden.” “Awe, Hehe. Silly filly.” Fluttershy said, picking her little one up and laying on her back. She rested Sweetie Belle’s tummy on her own chest and cooed, “You’re notta burden Sweetie Belle, I love making things feel all safe and loved.” Instinctively, Sweetie Belle rested her head on her caretaker’s chest and wrapped her hooves around Fluttershy’s barrel. The sun coloured mare closed her eyes and let her natural body heat, as well as the sky’s radiant bright light, warm both her and her little filly as she rested on her back. “F-Fluttershy?” Sweetie Belle asked, timid in the situation she was in. She wasn’t used to this much physical affection, especially not from a friend. “Yes, Lovey?” Fluttershy asked, gently resting one hoof underneath her little one’s padded backside and another around her back, encapsulating her in a full embrace. Sweetie Belle fidgeted just a little, but then stopped, feeling perfectly content in the spot she was in. Fluttershy was awful comfortable, almost like her fur was its very own natural cushion to be laid on. Meekly, she asked, “I-is it alright that I like this?” Without saying a single word, Fluttershy used the hoof that she was using to hug Sweetie’s Back and instead used it to brush her through the filly’s hair. “Shh…” She whispered, peaking her eyes forward just enough to watch as Sweetie Belle started fluttering her little magenta eyes closed. “Mmm.” Sweetie Belle moaned, feeling everything from her little noggin to her tiny tummy go warm and her thoughts become blurry. Very suddenly, under the warm rays of the sun, the filly’s limbs went limp and she faded to sleep like smoke drifting away from a dying fire. “Awe.” Fluttershy said, feeling rather content herself with Sweetie Belle lying on her chest as she did. There was quite a long while that she just stared idly up at the clouds. The abundance of day light and lack of humidity meant that the few clouds in the sky couldn’t be interpreted as anything else, they were just little stratus streaks in the sky. After what she could only assume was twenty- maybe thirty minutes of cloud gazing, she could feel something weirdly sensual happen on her own tummy; almost like it pressed against a warm cup of coffee. “Uh, oh.” Fluttershy whispered, realizing what it was. Very gently, she sat and carried Sweetie Belle with one arm back to her stroller. She set the filly in with utmost care and gently strapped her in. “Poor baby.” Fluttershy cooed to herself, somewhat amused by the prospect of what just happened. After a bit of repacking the diaper bag, she set it in the bottom of the buggy and set off. The trip back didn’t take very long at all really, which was good. For Sweetie Belle’s sake, the intention was to get her back home and changed before she realized; she saw as a bit of a challenge really. Groggily, Sweetie Belle flicked her eyes open and moaned; not noticing as her thighs awkwardly closed themselves around the nappy to adjust to the peculiar wetness. “Hmm? F-Fluttershy?” She questioned, feeling dazed and confused. “Easy baby.” Fluttershy stopped, just a mere thirty feet away from the house, “No need to wake up baby. You’re just taking a nap.” She cooed, sticking a little purple pacifier in the child’s mouth before setting off again. Typically, Sweetie Belle would have at least tried to spit out the pacifier. But the moment her tongue came in contact with its nipple, she closed her eyes and leaned back in her safety seat again. “Good girl.” Fluttershy giggled, strolling along happily. *** “Oh my, somepony really should have drunk that lemonade.” Fluttershy chuckled to herself quietly, undoing Sweetie’s diaper revealing a dark yellow stain. Not minding the prospect too much, she balled up the dirty diaper and tossed it in her diaper genie. She went through her ritualistic practice of wiping, powdering, and redressing the filly’s little backside, leaving Sweetie Belle freshly diapered and ready to continue her day. She looked down at the girl, admiring just how gently she was sleeping. The low rise of and fall of her little white chest, the gentle suckling of pacifier, and the way her little unkempt mane messily hung down over her face without a care. “Sweetie Belle, you tuckered little filly. You keep resting while your Aunty gets stuff done, alright?” She giggled, picking the girl up and bringing her across the nursery. Paying mind to the room’s rather comfortable heat, she set the girl atop of her froofy princess comforter and started fiddling with two little side gadgets. One of which was a white baby monitor, in which she took one of its speakers. The other was a colorful little side radio, programmed with a thousand tunes for little ones. “Hehe, I hope you enjoy Sweetie.” She said, flicking the power on, and then headed out the room. *** After an hour or so of napping, Sweetie finally opened her eyes to confusion. She blinked a few times, trying to figure out where she was. There were white bars, lots of colorful stuffed animals, and lots of comfy blankets. “Duh.” She said to herself, looking at the colorful little radio to her side. It was the crib; she found out that she was in fact in her crib. Grabbing a big stuffed blue jay of sorts, she hugged it against her chest and closed her eyes as she sulked in her relaxed state; not even aware of the pacifier in her mouth. “’A’ is for apples, ‘B’ is for bananas, and ‘C’ is for cats which meow meow…” the radio continued, relentlessly pounding the poor filly’s ears with its inharmonious cacophony. As soon as Sweetie Belle really started to hear the radio, she opened her eyes for real this time and sat up straight. Looking around at the crib’s fencing, the sheer height and heightened child-proofing meant that there was no way out of the thing short of breaking it. So, Sweetie Belle gave up and fell back unto the princess-plastered comforter and rested her head properly on a fluffly white pillow of hers. “Fluttershy, come on!” She whined, unknowing of her total lack of privacy. Very calmly, she closed her eyes and continued hugging the blue Jay. It wasn’t like there was really a rush either. Her hefty breakfast made her usual noon cravings a little less severe and she really didn’t have that much to do until Fluttershy was back anyway. She moaned deeply in contentment again- and then it hit her. She was suckling on a pacifier. It was tempting of her to take it out of her mouth, but at the same time, it was very soothing having something to rhythmically suckle on; almost like counting sheep, or the ticks of a clock. “Good afternoon.” Fluttershy said, arriving several minutes into fray of Sweetie Belle’s third wind. “Oh my.” She said, looking down into the crib. She lifted her makeshift foal into the air by her under hooves and carried her over the shoulder, “You alright there Sweetie?” she asked, caressing the filly’s mane with her one free hoof. “Mmm.” She whined, groggily wiping her eyes with her hooves. She removed the pacifier and moaned, “Turn off the foal music, please.” “Notta fan?” Fluttershy asked, frowning at the prospect. She kinda liked the foal radio. “Notta fan.” Sweetie replied, continuing to huggle Fluttershy as she regained her cognitive thought. Fluttershy smirked, reaching over and hitting the ‘off’ switch to the radio. She turned her back to the crib and started carrying the child downstairs, “So, I take it someone’s a hungry little filly?” “Meh.” The child replied, unsure of anything anymore. She pushed at Fluttershy’s shoulder a little. It took a second for her to realize what was going one. “Hmm? Something wrong?” she asked. Sweetie Belle kicked her little hooves like Fluttershy’s chest was a wall and she was trying to climb it. “I wanna walk. I need to move some.” “Well, I suppose there’s nothing wrong with that.” Flttershy chirped, setting the girl on the hard wood floor of the hallway. “Just be careful now. I don’t want baby getting a boo-boo.” She cooed, slowing down to let her foal take the lead. Sweetie Belle landed on her hooves and began choppily- but surely- moving forward at a gradual pace. Not only was the diaper making it hard to keep her hooves straight, but her legs straight up felt like jelly from all the inactivity. There was a brief rush when all the sensation returned, but her walking- or waddling, didn’t really improve much. “Awe, we’re going to have to work on that still.” Fluttershy commented, watching as Sweetie Belle’s little hips struggled to stay in properly square. She chuckled a bit at the scene. Sweetie Belle walked like any other foal would with a full diaper. Celestia knows it’ll be one goofy site to see when Sweetie Belle’s diaper is actually full. “Heyy. I’m trying my best.” Sweetie said, strolling into the living room and setting her rump down on the carpet. Fluttershy walked up to the filly and playfully ruffled her bonnet and mane. “Hehe, I know silly. You just are too adorable for your own good sometimes.” She patronized, grabbing the filly by the underarms and carried her off to her little green futon. “Eep.” Sweetie said, sitting her hind on the comfy cushions of her couch. Pouting, she crossed her hooves and whined, “Hey! I could have gotten up here myself!” “I know, I know.” Fluttershy cooed, taking a seat next to Sweetie Belle. She reached forward and picked up a little pastel trimmed bib from the wooden table in front of her. “Guess what I’ve got for you.”