Chapter Fourteen: Rain and Ruffled Tights
“Blehhhh.” Scootaloo moaned, turning onto her back and laying her head down in Fluttershy’s lap. Gazing up at her aunt’s chin, she flashed a lil smile.
“Bleh?” Fluttershy questioned, breaking her gaze from the T.V and looking down at her niece. “Is everything alright? I didn’t think Diego was the kind of cartoon to make you sick.”
Scootaloo rolled her eyes and flung her arms backwards. “It’s not THAT. I’m just little tired is all.” She answered, continuing to slump on her aunt’s lap.
Reaching forward, Fluttershy experimentally gittered her fingers over her niece’s tummy. “TICKLE MONSTER!” She called out, running her hands up and down the girl’s flat tummy.
“Eh-hehehehe!” Scootaloo burst out into a fit of laughter as the slight taps and jabs to her tummy and rib cage sent her into a fit of contortions and shakes. “Hehe, staaaph-hehehe!”
“Stop?” Fluttershy giggled, continued to run her hands up and down the girl’s tummy. “Like stop what?”
Rolling onto her side, the child kicked her legs a little and continued to squirm around. “Stop de tickling-hehehe!”
“Oooh!” Fluttershy giggled, gently raising her hands from her little one’s sides. Resting them to both her sides on the couch she nodded, “THAT makes sense. See how helpful it is to articulate your sentences, baby?”
“Hehe.” Scootaloo continued to lightly giggle as she rolled back onto her back. Looking up at her aunt with a jovial smile on her face she smirked a little. “Hehe, I don’t even know what ‘art-iculate’ means”
Fluttershy smiled, reaching her hand over and running her long fingers through her niece’s prim straight cut bangs. “Articulating is explaining things in an easy to understand manner uh- Scootaloo.” Gently, she curled the girl’s hair around her pointer finger.
The child nodded affirmatively as she continued to comfortably sink into her aunt’s lap. “Heh, I know. But I’m too little to know a big girl word like that.” She smiled, lifting her hand up to her mouth and nomming it.
“Heh, well you’re not that little Scootaloo.” The women smiled, gently brushing the girl’s silk covered tummy with her big hand. “You did get awful good English grades after all.”
Rolling her eyes, a little Scootaloo continued to idly look up at her aunt’s chin. “Pleease, just because I’m good with words doesn’t mean I’m some kinda English major.” She smiled, wincing a little as the stray strand of hair her aunt was playing with fell down on her face.
“Huh, well you’re not wrong.” Fluttershy smiled, tapping the girl’s pale white forehead. “But could you please sit up please? My legs are starting to fall asleep.”
Scootaloo puckered her eyebrows a tad, then late her mouth go agape. “Oooh, sorry!” She conceded, getting on her knees and crawling to the opened space on the puffy white loveseat couch.
Standing up herself. Fluttershy took a good a few seconds to stretch her arms over her head and flex her pelvis forward a little. Receding back into her regular standing posture, she fanned her mouth with her open hand. “Oooh, oh dear.” She quietly moaned.
Gazing across the ornately cushy white carpet and at one of the clear glass windows that mounted the sugary blue wall, the women couldn’t help but grimace slightly as she watched wave after wave of the rain water crash against the side of the house. Tapping her foot, a little she gazed down at her niece, only to discover that Scootaloo was still seemingly engrossed by her Nick Jr. show.
The smile on her face warmed up a little as she questioned the girl “Say, are you hungry for a snack Scooty Booty?”
“Huh?” Scootaloo nommed her hand a little, as she gawked up at her aunt with a slightly amused expression. “Ooh, a snack? Can I have a cookie?”
Fluttershy scratched her thick pink hair and tilted her head back and forth a little. “Hmm. I dunno if a cookie is the best choice.” She tried to negotiate a little as she walked towards the doorway, “I mean, I don’t want to risk ruining your pretty dress after all.”
Crossing her arms, Scootaloo sat on her rump and sank backwards into the couch a little. “Wha? No I won’t.” she quietly whined.
“Ooh, I dunno about that Scootaloo. How about a nice apple, or banana? You like bananas right?” She asked, grabbing the door frame slightly as she looked back at her girl.
Continuing to huff, Scootaloo crossed her arms, spread her legs a little, and shook her head. “I wann cookies!” she slurred, throwing her head on the couch’s back pillow.
Smirking a little, Fluttershy took a small breath and hugged the door frame impatiently. “Scootaloo. If I give you a cookie, you’re gonna get crumbs and chocolate all over your pretty blue dress. Besides, it’s not healthy to have cookies all the time.”
“Well, I change my mind about this dress. I don’t wanna wear it anymore!” Scootaloo pouts, breaking eye contact with her aunt, she began haphazardly reaching for the zipper of her dress.
“Scootaloo, stop! You wanted to wear a dress and you’re gonna wear it. Now do you want an apple or a banana?” Fluttershy offered, watching impatiently as her niece continued reached towards her back zipper with a pathetic stretch.
Grunting a little, Scootaloo’s face went a little red as rapidly tugged down at her dresses silk covered zipper. Far too focused on pulling the metal contraption down to actually listen to the question.
Taking a deep breath, the women a sighed a little as she let go of the wall. Putting her hands on her hips, she slowly paced towards her little one, glaring down at Scootaloo who’d successfully tugged the zipper all the way down her back. “You know Scootaloo, maybe you’re right?”
“I can have a Cookie?” Scootaloo excitedly spouted, her expression lighting up a bit as began undoing her sleeves.
“No, no cookie.” Fluttershy burst the girl’s bubble, “Stand up, now!” she crassly commanded, pointing her finger at the ground right in front of her.
Scootaloo nervously swallowed as she looked up her aunt, the silky blue torso of her Sunday dress falling from her torso onto her lap. “W-wha if I don’t wanna.” She asked, anxiously.
"Then, I’ll make you stand up and you’re going to time out. Get on your feet right now!” Fluttershy dead panned as she continued to point at the cushy white carpet in front of her.
“I-it’s not fair!” Scootaloo whined, hopping off the couch and slumping her shoulders.
Without saying a word, Fluttershy crouched down on her knee and began undoing her little one’s dress, tugging the unzipped blouse along with its skirt, down to Scootaloo’s ankles.
Scootaloo looked down at her feet, lifting each of them one at a time as her aunt tapped them. “W-what are you doing?” she asked, watching as her aunt pulled the sundress off from the floor.
“What am I doing? Scootaloo, you’re acting way too immaturely to be a princess.” The women quietly scolded the girl, standing up with the dress loosely held in her arms.
“Well, what no I’m not.” Scootaloo pouted, tugging the t-shirt over the waist of her ruffed tights. “First you don’t give me a real princess dress, then you tell me I can’t have any cookies! It’s not fair.” She whined, crossing her arms again.
Fluttershy took a deep breath and turned her back to the girl. “That’s no excuse, Scootaloo. You might be playing half your age. But you know full well that you need to listen to adults when they speak to you.”
Annoyed, Scootaloo’s face turned an even darker shade of red as she frowned. “Well- well, I don’t want to be a big girl, or act like a big girl, or anything. But, I’m notta baby! I can handle a cookie!” she yelled, stamping her foot indignantly.
Rolling her eyes, Fluttershy reached forward with her hands and effortlessly lifted Scootaloo by her underarms. “Scootaloo, you could have as many cookies as you want if you were a big kid, but you’re not. Now calm down.” She said, arching the girl over the four-foot-tall crib cage.
“Mmmm!” Scootaloo whined loudly, tears flurrying in her eyes as her cheeks flushed with a temperate warmth. “I’m not actually a baby! I-I’m big I don’t even like diadees!” She cried, as she was dropped feet first inside her bed.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic Scootaloo. You’re just upset over your cookie.” Fluttershy added, before turning her back to the fussy teen. Stepping towards the door way she called out, “I’ll be back when you calm yourself down. Your binky is still in there from last night, I suggest you use it.”
Pacing diligently, Fluttershy kept a confident posture as she strided out the door and down the hall without a single ounce of her attention given to her niece’s babyish pleads.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Scootaloo whined, pathetically clinging to her crib’s cage as she meagerly hopped up and down, her feet sinking into her foam-core mattress with every bounce. She WAS a princess, even if she wasn’t dressed like a princess and she COULD handle a cookie. “Coookie! I wannnna Cooooookie!”
As her strained vocals her teary eyes forced her to stop for a second. Letting go of her crib’s bars and looked at her small feet and plopped her backside on her twin sized mattress’s foamy-surface. Angrily, she reached forward and grabbed the footies of her tights and began violently tugging at them- despite the fact her diapered butt was still planted on top of her tights’ ruffled seat.
*Riiiiiiip*
Suddenly, all her thoughts came to a halt and her sobs went silent. Quietly, she looked down at her feet, realizing the tights were still only half pulled off her bottom and that the fabric that connected the crouch to the inseam was torn. Her face turned paler and her pulse came to a halt.
Taking a deep breath, she shifted her backside left and right, gradually tugging the pair of tight off her butt, down her thighs and legs then effortlessly pull them off her feet. Throwing the white tights to the side, she laid down and crossed her arms. Staring up at her star-studded mobile, she huffed.
Watching as the purple and pink glitter-coated plastic orients dance up and down, with the sway of the decoration’s electric motor, she couldn’t help but finally noticed the ways her tears distorted her sight. “Mmmph.” She idly whined, bringing the palms up to her face and calmly wiped off her eyes.
“Scootaloo, are you okay now?” Fluttershy asked nicely, as she walked into the room. To her surprise, her niece was sprawled about her crib, wearing only her pullups and her cami.
Turning over on her tummy, Scootaloo laid her chin flat on the bed and peaked her eyes up at Fluttershy. Then nodded. “Mmmhmm.”
Crossing her arms, Fluttershy looked down at the torn ruffled tights then back at her niece’s sober expression with her eyebrow raised. The distant pitter patter of the rain getting more and more intense. “And, you tore your tights trying to get them off without my permission, correct?”
Once again, with a somewhat shameful smirk Scootaloo nodded her head. Getting up on her knees, she balanced herself with her arms place on her sides and muttered as she looked up. “Y-yes Fluttershy. I-I’m sorry.”
“Well…” Fluttershy dead panned, looking down at the shiny fiery honey-crisp apple in her right hand as she offered it to her little girl.
Reaching both hands out, Scootaloo grabbed the apple as it came over the crib cage then held it close to her chest.
Smiling coyly, Fluttershy placed both hands on her hips and looked down at her niece’s fragile expression. “Well if you were actually a little kid, you’d be getting spankings or a teaspoon of castor oil. But, because you were a big girl and apologized, I guess I’ll let you off the hook this time.”
Scootaloo continued staring up at her aunt, still a little awestruck by her seemingly happy expression. “y-you’re not mad about my tights?”
“Ooh, that?” Fluttershy smirked a little, undoing the babyproof locks that hung on each side of the crib cage. Lowering it a few feet onto the floor, she shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I’m not exactly happy about that. But it was yours after all. I guess next time you wanna wear, we’ll have to get a pair of bloomers or a onesie sewn in.” She said, offering her hand to the child.
Grabbing her aunt’s hand, Scootaloo hopped out of her bed. Looking up warmly at her aunt, she nommed her apple. Her pearly white teeth sinking into the crisp sweet fruit of the red apple as the corners of her mouth lit up just a little.
*KAH-BOOM*
A loud strike of thunder erupted over head, causing Fluttershy to shoot her head up at the ceiling.
“Eeep!” Scootaloo yelped, dropping the apple out of her right hand and lunging at her aunt’s waist, hugging onto it like her aunt was a magnet.
“Scootaloo.” The women quietly dissented, half empathetically smiling and half frowning at her niece’s cowardice. Grabbing her own blue short’s elastic, she grabbed them on either side of her waist and tugged them back up and over her thick backside again.
Scootaloo fell onto her padded bottom and stared up at her aunt with an innocent nativity to her frown. “Wha? Thunder is scawy!”
Toning down the irritation in her expression, Fluttershy reached her hand down and brushed her little one’s thick purple hair with her hand. “Ooh, you silly little monkey.” She nodded her head, “I understand storms can be scary. But, aunty Fluttershy’s house is tough- tougher than a brick house even, and there aren’t even any trees that could cause us damage.”
“But it’s louuuud!” Scootaloo moaned, crassly falling onto her backside and looking towards her nursery’s window, grimacing as the intensity of the rain’s pitter patter against the window increase.
Reaching down, the aunt picked up the partially eaten apple and leant it out to girl. “Scootaloo. You’ll be fine. But if it makes you feel any better. We could get you in your jammies.”
Taking a small breath, Scootaloo grabbed the apple with both of her hands and crossed her legs. “But, why would I do that?” she asked, curiously taking another bite out of the outfit.
“Cause lovey. Your pajamas will keep you feeling safe and warm.” Fluttershy smiled, walking over to the changing table. “Plus, I figured you might wanna colour or draw with me. Which, is totally not gonna happen if you got your pretty Sunday dress on.” She paused looking down at her niece’s silly lack of a proper outfit. Smirking a little she corrected herself, “Heh. Well, I don’t want you getting ink all over yourself anyhow.”
“Hmm, I guess you’re right.” Scootaloo agreed, laying on her loosely veiled back onto to the plush white carpet of the living room floor. Curiously, she brought the red fruit up to her mouth and nommed it one last time, before setting it down right beside her.
Staring over at the girl, Fluttershy couldn’t help but crack a small at the girl as she watched her sloppily chomp away at the fruit in her mouth “Ooh, Scootaloo.” The women quietly moaned, panning her attention back over at the changing table. Opening up one of its wooden drawers, she pulled out a new diaper.
“Ooh, Scootaloo what?” The child questioned, peering over at her aunt in the inverted way her position laying down let her.
*KAH-BOOM!*
“AHHHHHH!” Scootaloo whined, loudly. Covering her ears with her hands and frowning.
Cringing a little at the intense pitch of her niece’s shriek, Fluttershy couldn’t help but smirk a little as she pulled a new item out of Scootaloo’s wardrobe- that being a baby blue blanket sleeper with a predominately white cloud design.
Walking back over to the girl, Fluttershy got down on her knees and signaled for her little one to listen with a bit of direct eye contact and tap on her ear.
Reluctantly, Scootaloo slowly removed her palms from her ears as she glanced at her caretaker. “W-what?” She questioned, a little stirred by the increasingly erratic noise of rain that seemed to overpower the room’s ambient white noise- including the noise coming from the television. However, before she knew it her aunt’s strong womanly hands grabbed each one of her respective ankles and turned her about 90 degrees.
Manually spreading Scootaloo’s legs apart, Fluttershy continued to stare at Scootaloo right in the eye as she smiled warmly. “Listen pumpkin. I know loud noises are alarming, but there’s no need to panic.” She said, as she began nonchalantly tending to her niece’s undies.
Nodding, the child continued to blush as her body was handled like she was a flimsy over sized doll. Staring up at the ceiling, Scootaloo curiously traced the various swirl’s in the ceiling’s white speckled design. “F-Fluttershy, why aren’t you scared of storms?”
“Why aren’t I scared of storms?” Fluttershy asked, as she tugged off Scootaloo’s slightly soggy pull-up. Wanting to waste no time in-between claps of thunder, the aunt tapped Scootaloo’s hip for her to raise her bare backside. Unfolding the diaper on the fluffly white carpet, she pushed it under her niece’s tuckus and leaned forward on her knees as she folding it up in between her legs. “I mean, it’s a bit like driving – err. Riding a scooter.” She corrected herself.
“W-what do you mean by that?” Scootaloo asked, watching as her brought the two tapes from around the sides of her tummy and taped her diaper snug and shut.
Fluttershy looked down at her handy work and tugged the leg guards a little so they could properly work. “Mmm, what I mean is that after enough exposure and contemplation, living through thunder storms becomes a whole lot less scary. Kinda like using the potty.” She said tapping the front of her niece’s diaper with her pointer finger. Smiling coyly, she looked her little one in the eye and chuckled, “Heh, or in your case- reverse potty training.”
Smiling a little, a loud boom of thunder interrupted her eye contact- but not her expression. Staring in over her at her aunt, the two maintained a similar look.
“Heh, see.” Fluttershy said, breaking her eye contact to track down her niece’s pajamas. Looking to her side, she grabbed the soft baby blue micro fleece sleeper and flashed it at the girl. “I know you’re a brave girl Scootaloo. I could never be in a thunderstorm, AND have my diaper changed without fidgeting around.” She patronized.
Continuing to lock eyes with her aunt’s, her heart melted a little at the comment. Despite sensing the sarcasm,
Scootaloo couldn’t help but beam ever more intensely- proudly even because Fluttershy was right; she was a brave girl.
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Glad to see another chapter
. You write some wonderful pieces that are well thought out and enjoyable, keep up the great work. Look forward to your next story and chapter.
Great read as always
Just curious how many chapters will you take this story I absolutely love reading it and I also wonder if you.will give it a acutal ending or wrap up in the future. The worst thing it seems alot of writters do is just stop writing and never finish a story and the readers get left wondering what happened just can't wait to see the evolution of this story.
So sorry to ask but just wondering if you are still planning on writing more chapters would love to see more I keep checking back every day again sorry for asking
ah I understand what scootaloo is going through with thunderstorms, I mean I got scared by it once, and I have a fear of the dark, I’m freakin 22 Irl but meh it happens.