Chapter Seven: Nap Time
“We’re hoooome!” Fluttershy jovially sang, as she pushed Sweetie’s foal buggy through the front door. Stepping inside, she gently kicked the door behind her and sighed in relief. “Ooh, Celestia. Nothing feels better than air-conditioning on a sunny day like this.”
Sweetie Belle looked up at the sun-coloured mare with a big smile on her face. “I dunno. I mean it’s kinda humid out, but I like the sunshine.” She smiled, looking down at her fuzzy white tummy as her safety harness was undone.
“Heh, well trust me Sweetie. I love the sun myself.” Fluttershy smiled, brushing her hair out of her face. Reaching at Sweetie Belle with both hooves, she picked up and into a small embrace. “But, I also spend a lot of time tending to my garden and my animals.”
“Well, at least you’ve got a super cool piece of land to hang out around though.” Sweetie Bell exclaimed, as she sat on the ground.
Leaning forward, Fluttershy started to unfasten her little one’s bonnet. “Heh, well thank you. I guess that is a plus isn’t it?” she asked rhetorically as gently tugged the bonnet from off her little one’s head. “I do sometimes forget how nice it is to have a whole house to myself. Admittedly though, it does get a little lonely around here.”
Tilting her head to the side, the white filly tilted her head to the side and looked up at her caretaker. “Wait, but you take care of animals and stuff, don’t you? How do you get lonely?” She asked curiously, sticking her hoof in her mouth a little.
“Heh, I mean the animals ARE nice company Sweetie Belle. Don’t get me wrong-“ the mare paused, standing up and walking over to the backside of the stroller. Opening up the floral coloured diaper bag, she pulled out a purple pacifier. “Come here dear.”
Obediently, Sweetie Belle stood up and toddled over to Fluttershy then took a seat on her diapered rump as she looked up.
“I just noticed I forgot your binky.” Fluttershy smiled, pushing the thing’s rubber nipple into her little one’s mouth. “As I was saying through, my animals do keep me company. But, ponies are social creatures and sometimes we just crave interaction even if we don’t necessarily want it.”
Sweetie Belle puckered her eyebrows.
Looking down at her little one, Fluttershy couldn’t help but smirk at her puzzled expression. “Heh, interaction with ponies that is.” She elaborated, reaching to her side again, this time picking up the 4 Liter of milk from the back of her stroller.
“Um, do you want an example?” The mare asked, looking down at her little one.
Sweetie Belle nodded.
“Okay. Well, imagine if you woke up in the morning in your crib. You’ve made a stinky, you’re hungry, and you’re by all by yourself right- no way to get out?” Fluttershy asked, presenting the item high up in the air like she was doing a show and tell.
Sweetie Belle nodded again.
Fluttershy grinned. “Well, if you were all lonely and waited too long. Your dirty diaper would give you a rash and your empty tummy may cause you to get sick or something.” She said, setting the plastic-container of milk down in front of the filly.
Being the observant child she was, Sweetie Belle watched as the milk was set in front of her. Even going as far as to reach her hoof out and run it down the side of the plastic container’s cold wet side.
“But, if your momma Fluttershy or other pony was around, they could get you out of your crib…” Fluttershy continued to talk, reaching her hoof out and resting it under Sweetie Belle’s chin to grab her attention. Meeting her own aquamarine eyes with her little one’s amethyst eyes she smiled warmly. “Then, he or she could get you out of your stinky diaper. They could change you and more importantly, they could give you your baba of milk so that you get plenty of the nutrients you need.” She let her hoof fall back on the ground, “Do you understand?”
Sweetie Belle’s expression lighted up a little, “Ooh, I see. So like, when I’m in a predicament I can’t get out of myself. If I reach out to someone even unintentionally, it can really help?”
“Exactly, Sweetie!” Fluttershy nodded reassuringly. “Heh, you’re so much smarter than I give you credit for. Truthfully, I sometimes forget that you’re not actually a foal.”
“Well, Rarity always did say I have a baby face.” Sweetie Belle smiled, still a little flustered with pride from her caretaker’s comment.
Fluttershy giggled, picking up the gallon of milk and trailing back to her kitchen. “Heh, well the diaper definitely isn’t helping. Although admittedly, I haven’t seen too many foals around Ponyville wearing disposable diapers like you.”
A little surprised by her foalsitter’s sudden departure, Sweetie Belle hopped up on her feet and waddle after her in a clumsy manner. “Wait- what do they wear than?”
“Hehe, well most of them wear cloth diapers dear.” Fluttershy answered setting her gallon of milk down on her granite counter top. Opening up her cabinet, she revealed a series of 355 ml baby bottles. “I mean, you’ve seen Mr. and Mrs. Cake’s foals, right?”
Sweetie Belle once again sat down on her pampered backside. Sliding back on the kitchen’s linoleum floor a little, she spread her back legs a little and leaned forward on her front hooves. “Mmmhmm, do they wear cloth diadees?” she asked, curiously observing as a dozen bottles- each sporting a slightly different design, were uncapped in front of her
Fluttershy looked quickly a little off taken by the use of the word ‘diadees’ but then smirked. “Heh, yes Sweetie. The cake twins do wear cloth ‘diadees’. She chuckled, as she uncapped her milk’s container and professionally poured an appropriate amount into each separate bottle.
Sweetie Belle tilted her head to the side, observing curiously as each of the bottles was filled to their top line with the white milk, “So, like, why don’t you use cloth diapers?”
“Cause, I’m much too old to old to wear diapers, Sweetie.” Fluttershy snickered as she continued to fill up the last the three bottles.
Rolling her eyes, the child scowled. “Ugh, that’s not what I meant!”
“Hehe, I know Sweetie Butt.” Fluttershy giggled, packing the bottles into their individual spot in one of her ‘six-pack’ carriers. Grabbing one of the six pack carriers with teeth, she walked over to her empty fridge and set it down. “I’ll answer you in a minute.”
Sweetie Belle took a deep breath and watched patiently as her the motherly mare, picked up the second carrier with her mouth and carried it over to the fridge, setting it aside the other one.
“Bleh.” Fluttershy spat, wiping her mouth off with her hoof. Picking up one of the babas out of its container, she turned around. “Alright. As I was saying. I buy disposable diapers because they’re a lot more convenient to ‘clean up’ after.” She said, slowly pacing over to the foal.
Reaching up, Sweetie Belle grabbed her caretaker’s leg and used it to help her climb up and onto her legs. “Thanks.” She uttered, standing up properly once again.
“You’re welcome baby cakes.” Fluttershy smiled, continuing to pace over to the living room with the bottle still in her hoof. “But yeah. Most ponies in Ponyville have a lot of time to clean out the the lining of their foal’s diaper and hand wash them and set them out to dry. But, until there was you, I only ever foal-sat maybe once or twice a month and the disposables were just a little bit more convenient- even if they were a little pricier.” She answered, pausing in the middle of the kitchen.
Following behind her foal sitter, Sweetie Belle looked around trying to figure out what may have caused Fluttershy to stop in her tracks.
“Wait Sweetie. Where do you want your baba?” Fluttershy questioned, scooping out some locations.
“Ohh, um- is outside an option?” Sweetie Belle asked quite innocently.
Fluttershy smiled a little, pacing forward a tad. “Heh, yeah outside is an option you little solar filly.” She snickered, continuing to up to and out of the front door.
Almost immediately, the mare and filly squinted their eyes at the notably bright evening light.
“Ooh wow.” Fluttershy sounded, nonchalantly turning around and nomming the nape of her filly’s neck. Squinting her eyes a little in response to the overbearing sunlight, she sought out a nice shady tree for comfort. She looked to her left then to her right, to which she spotted her hammock.
Trotting over to the tree, the mare nelt down her neck and dropped her little onto into the net of the hammock.
“Eeep!” Sweetie Belle squeaked, sinking into the woven netting of the fabric. Taking a deep breath, she laid back hunkered her hooves up to her chest.
“Heh, sorry lovey.” Fluttershy smiled fluttering her wings just enough to get herself into the hammock herself. Grabbing her little on by her under hooves, she laid back and set Sweetie Belle’s diapered backside on her tummy.
Sweetie Belle almost immediately laid down on her own tummy, hugging onto Fluttershy’s barrel for support. “Eeee, I don’t think I like hammock’s very much.” She whined, unfamiliar with the gentle rocking sensation.
“Hehe, you’ll get used to it Sweetie baby.” Fluttershy smiled, raising her free hoof and loving stroking the somewhat rough white fur that coated her foal’s back. Lifting Sweetie Belle’s bottle up with her other hoof, she smiled, “If you take your baba, I can hug onto you extra tight so you don’t fall off.”
Sweetie Belle tilted her head to the side, looking suspiciously at the bottle just two inches from her face. “A-are you sure I won’t lose my balance.”
“I promise you’ll be alright Sweetie.” Fluttershy reassured the filly, chuckling a little as she handed off the bottle of milk, “You’re much too heavy to roll off my tummy unless you try to dear.”
Grabbing her bottle with both her hooves, Sweetie Belle brought its rubber nipple up to her lips and began suckling it. “Hehe, such a good filly.” She heard as she felt a small pressure wrap around her body and another one press against her diapered backside.
“Mmmmmm.” Fluttershy hummed, gently patting her little one’s pampered backside. “Ooh, today is a nice day isn’t it?”
Sweetie Belle broke her eyecontact with her baba and peaked her eyes up at her foal sitter, nodding ever so slightly. The summer air felt so warm, but the calming breeze that came from the surrounding Everfree forest seemed to keep things at just the right temperature to be toasty.
“It’s sooo sunny and nice and I’ve got the best little foal in Eqeustria to snuggle with.” Fluttershy snickered, continuing to pat her little one’s backside.
Breaking her lips from the bottle’s nipple, the filly retorted. “Heyy, I am notta foal!”
Fluttershy stared down at her filly admiring the way her curly rose-pink and magenta hair seemed to flop down in every direction. “Heh, is that so? Well, I guess a foal wouldn’t have hair quite as long as yours.” She panned, looking down at her flustered expression, “But, a foal also wouldn’t be drinking from a baba would she?”
“Psst.” Sweetie Belle sounded, spitting out her tongue. “You would too, it’s really yummy milk!”
A devious smirk grew across the mare’s face as she retracted her hoove from around her filly’s back. Snatching the baba up from out of her filly’s hands, she brought it up to her mouth.
Sweetie pouted a little, “Heyyyyy!”
Taking an experimental sip of the baby bottle, Fluttershy put a big false smile. “Hey, you’re right Sweetie.” She paused, taking another small sip. The sweet white milk coating her tongue like pure sugar water. “This milk really is worth being a foal.”
“Yeah, now give it back!” Sweetie called out, a little anxious to get her yummy treat back.
“Heh, I don’t know.” Fluttershy snickered, amused by her little one’s reaction. “I’ll tell you what. How about I let you be the adult and in exchange all you needa do is give me a baba like this twice a day, change my diapers when I go potty, and take me outside to play every once in a while.”
A little more annoyed, Sweetie Belle reached at the bottle with her hooves- to no avail of course. “Noo, I wan the baba!”
Fluttershy held back her urge to chuckle. “A-are you saying you’d prefer to be a stinky foal rather than being a big beautiful mare like mau?”
“Yeah- I’d rather be a stinky foal. Now give me back my bottle.” Sweetie Belle frowned, looking somewhat genuinely upset over her bottle being stolen.
Sobering her amusement, a little, Fluttershy let go of her teasing. “Heh, okay Sweetie Belle. You can have your baba back then.” She smiled, offering her thing of cold milk back.
Sweetie’s expression almost instantaneously lit up as she grabbed a hold of her bottle once again. Like an eager puppy being thrown a dog treat, she quickly wrapped her lips around the rubber nipple once again and started hungry suckling at it.
“Hehe, if I knew you loved milk this much I would have just plopped you in your highchair and let you be for a little while.” Fluttershy smiled, wrapping her hoof around her little one once again. “Of course, then I suppose it does give us an excuse to spend more time together.”
“Mmmhmm.” Sweetie Belle sounded, gently resting her chin on Fluttershy’s chest.
Fluttershy smirked, a little amused by her little one’s gushiness. “Ooh, you’re too cute Sweetie Belle.” She smiled resting her hoof on her little one’s diapered tush and leaning forward, planting a small smootch on her forehead. “It’s probably a good thing you’re not really my daughter, cause I’d baby you way too much.”
“Heh.” Sweetie Belle paused her suckling, looking up at her caretaker with an amused smirk on her face, “You don’t say?”
Giggling herself, Fluttershy smiled. “Heh, yeah.” She ran her hand down Sweetie’s padded backside, feeling up and down its soft pseudo-cotton like exterior before patting it with her hoof again. “I’m not sure if I could bare raising a little filly or colt.” She said, titling her head up at the quite forest green maple leafs hanging over her head.
“Ooh, I dunno.” The young filly argued, as she idly nuzzled her face against Fluttershy’s chest fur, “I mean, I think you’d make a good mom.”
“Heh, do you really think so Sweetie Belle?” Fluttershy questioned, as if she didn’t understand her little one’s remark. Taking a deep breath, she stared idly over at her cottage and the way it’s pale gray limestone blocks seemed to be covered from the base to the top in ivy vines. “What makes you think that?”
Sweetie Belle hugged herself up against Fluttershy’s chest, continuing to subtly nuzzle her caretaker’s chest. “Ooh I dunno. You’ve got a good voice to be a mom and you’re really nice and you smell good.” She added, trying to rationalize her own thoughts.
Fluttershy smiled, taking her hoof from off of Sweetie’s Back and running it through her curly lockes as she staired down at her face. “Heh. Am I good mom or are you flirting with me?” she teased.
“What, no!” The filly pouted, craning her head up so that she rested on her chin. “I just mean that you’re like into being a mom but you’re not overly protective. For being a little foal- even though I’m not a little foal- you’ve done a pretty good job respecting my personal space and taking care of my uh- needs.” She said, her face turning a slight rosy colour.
A little flustered herself, Fluttershy’s lips quivered a little, “Uh-huh?”
“I just, I mean growing up my parents loved me. But I because they were always busy I was always Rarity’s responsibility you know? I mean, I know you intentionally sought me out, but you never made me feel like burden.” Sweetie paused, swallowing a little nervously.
Fluttershy staired down at the filly, with her big amethyst eyes that seemed to capture her gaze better than any actual jewel could. Beyond the fine crystalline architecture of her little one’s irises was a black void that seemed to suck her in, causing all the noise that wasn’t Sweetie Belle’s to phone itself out.
Smiling sweetly, the child blushed a little. “I-I dunno. I mean, I barely remember ever feeling like someone cares for me in the way you do. Like- I feel like everything would be great if I really was your filly, y-you know? You’re just a great mommy Fluttershy- kinda like Mommyshy!” she chirped, happily.
Despite keeping her soft grin steady, Fluttershy couldn’t help swallow a little as she listened to her little one’s words. “T-thank you lovey. I-I feel like you’d make a good filly too, Sweetie Belle.” The mare said, breaking her eye contact to grab hold of her little one’s bottle herself.
“Fluttershy? I can feed myself.” The white filly said, a little perplexed as she watched her foalsitter’s water logged eyes track down her bottle.
“No no, Sweetie. I-I’m fine with feeding you.” The sun-coloured mare insisted, resting her hoof one her Sweetie Belle’s diapered backside as she brought the cold plastic bottle up to her lips. Watching patiently as her little one wrapped her little lips around the rubber nipple again. “I-I’m fine holding your baba for you. I promise I won’t let you fall dear.”
Sweetie Belle grinned a little as she regressed back into her old position. Passively letting her cheek lie against Fluttershy’s warm fuzzy chest as she enjoyed the rise and fall of her caretaker’s chest.
“Good baby.” Fluttershy cooed, enjoying the weighted warmth of her foal laying down on her tummy. Taking a big breath of the clean forest filtered air. The world seemed to phase back into full definition as the shamrock, royal purple, and lemon hues that once surrounded her baby’s gaze shaped themselves into their own vibrant strands of grass, leaves, flowers, and other flora. Her once deaf ears once again opening up to hear the loud chirps of the robins, the buzz of the forest’s crickets, and quiet noises her little one made she shifted.
There was a part of her that wanted to say so much more about how much Fluttershy made her feel content and happy and even made her laugh “Mmm…” Sweetie Belle moaned, as she quietly listened to her caretaker’s heartbeat. Her body swaddled warm and wholly still aside from the occasional bobbing sensation that came with every pat of her pampered backside. But- there was a strangely more intelligent part of her that made her savor the moment. Continuing to lightly suckle the bottle, she couldn’t help but feel her consciousness lapse.
Looking down at her little one with a satisfied smirk, the motherly mare watched as her little one’s eyes flickered closed and her suckling dissipated. Pulling the bottle away in the gentlest manner she could, she used her newly free hoof to pet the filly from the nape of her neck, all the way to the small of her back.
“Ooh Sweetie Belle…” Fluttershy continued to coddle the filly, as she brushed her hand up and down her squishy diapered backside. “You make me feel so young.”
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A sastisfactory and sweet (if you'll excuse the pun) ending.
I'm so glad you finished this story. It was very sweet and the way it kind of illustrated how nice it can be to know tiy cab still have some parts of a simple past that has long since past. Even being cuddled for a moment is a chance to allow your mind to go to a happier place where life isn't as stressful as it tends to become with age.
I think the way you had Sweetie Belle get into the extra TLC was nice. She, of the three, would be the most inclined to go for such a thing. scoots is too much of a tomboy and Apple Bloom is always questioning things whether they be good or bad. Sweetie seems to just want to be safe and not worrying about getting hurt nor hurting anyone else.
Very well done. So glad I got to read the whole thing.
While it's a good ending. I feel like you could've gotten a few extra chapters. Like you brought up Fluttershy breastfeeding Sweetie Belle but it was never addressed and some aspects of Sweetie being babied could've been explored more deeply. However that may be me just wanting more padded Sweetie.
However I do feel like you could make more chapters and/or a sequel with what you have in this story.
Looks like Sweetie Belle has fully embraced being a baby! I love it! Could we maybe get a sequel where Rarity diapers and babies Sweetie Belle?
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Yeah, I want more stories of Sweetie Belle being diapered and babied.
Agreed. This ending, while not bad, just comes off as the author got tired of writing this story and decided to end it rather abruptly. There's so much more you could do with this story. You could have Rarity come around to the idea of babying Sweetie Belle, seeing as how she seems to have fully embraced it. Or you could explore Sweetie's feelings about her parents not being there for the and seeing Rarity as more of a mother than a sister. I do hope we get a sequel to this story, as it seems as if the author is finally done with this story as a whole.
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I agree, which is why I would love to see more padded Sweetie Belle stories.
lol I'm genuinely salty that this was never made into an episode. Especially back when Sweetie's voice still cracked. (lol)
I reread this last night and it left me with a feeling I haven't felt in a good while. Thanks so much for writing this Allie, even if you don't still feel the way you once felt about a story of yours, because it can always bring back a peculiar joy to others~
"I'll be honest, finishing up this story actually made me a little emotional."
I'm sure it must've been quite tough closing up the book on the story especially when it seems Fluttershy's character takes on so much of your own personality and Sweetie Belle makes for the idle toddler in her life while still having enough maturity of a child to tell you how taking care of her makes her feel. Kinda like in the show, it's a tad perplexing how the lesson picked up sits in the back of your characters' minds as things play out and only reveals itself by the very end. You wonder where does it came from as they begin to express themselves in an uncharacteristic manner the resolution that's been building within them this whole time. Like life, it's rather unpredictable, but worthwhile in that you're glad you've endured it.
As it coincidentally panders to abdl themes this quite frankly takes a largely light-hearted and sweet play on the show's style of moral-based writing and cartoonist moments, succeeding at differing from the average story by a landslide and certainly pulling off your intentions of portraying how those seemingly lesser things of life hold majority importance in finding that safe space we all so unknowingly seek from time to time - especially so in the case of children and what they sincerely enjoy doing when they come as "emotionally clingy" yet playfully carefree as a filly like Sweetie Belle.
As if therapeutically you portray every genuine caretaker's dream to deliver to someone self-acceptance and happiness or teach someone like a child to settle down sometimes and just enjoy being as it doesn't take much for them to please everyone around them and make adults proud. Sweetie Belle didn't want to be a baby but she learns that what's happening with her is just (mostly) pretending after all and she comes to love herself more for it. Even though children don't realistically concern themselves with burdening others, in this context and with a characters as morally aware as the mlp ponies it certainly fits in this story all too well and brings home the purpose and result to all of Fluttershy's work here: Sweetie now rests at ease knowing someone loves to take care of her, loves her company, and loves her unconditionally.
Considering all your stories: what I especially love is how socially ambiguous your so-called AU characters always are, a very similar trait of the show, as it gets harder these days to paint pictures of a deeply-rooted moral from simply a child-like understanding without pulling from adult perspectives (which is why I feel many can relate to the show the way they do). As much as I'd prefer an age range to realistically stick to their own social skill level, you can't deny children can surprise you with their words and what they know sometimes, and it's a great thing personally for me to step out of that comfort zone and just enjoy the writing for what it is.
Quite the adorable ending, now if there was a story where scootaloo gets babied, I mean sure I go all fangirly on scootaloo cause she is my favorite crusader in the show, heck she's my favorite in the equestria girls world too, though she doesn't talk much in that but whatever, I'll shut up now