Holding Onto You

by AlliePastel

Chapter Six: Stars and Strawberries

There she was, sitting down on the kitchen’s laminated floor, staring up with her legs spread as she curiously observed her aunt’s handy work. She’d never seen a high-chair being set up and adjusted before.

“Annnd.” Fluttershy sounded, spreading the legs of the chair and snapping a safety latch shut, guaranteeing that the product wouldn’t fold. “Done!” She proclaimed, standing up and wiped the dust from her hands.

Scootaloo stood up from her seat on the linoleum floor and waddled over to the chair, grabbing onto her aunt’s wrist for balance. She puckered her lips, curiously scanning the highchair from its aluminum like foundation to its colourful zoo-animal themed cushions. However, it wasn’t but five seconds later that she felt a set of hands grab around her underarms and hoist her into the air. “Heyy!” she whined, watching as she was elevated against her will.

“Sorry, sweetie butt.” Fluttershy grunted, lifting the child in her seat. She grabbed Scootaloo’s thigh and hiked it over the safety guard that was meant to separate the legs. Then, she reached her hand underneath the child’s diapered backside and pulled out something- the main safety strap.

Reacting harshly, a red blush grew all the way across Scootaloo’s face as she felt her aunt run her hand underneath in between her thighs. “Heyy!” She yelled, sitting up. Looking ahead of her, she frowned, “I am fourteen, if you need me to lift my butt just ask!”

“Heh.” Fluttershy giggled, continuing to pull the strap out from underneath the child’s tuckis. Smiling, she reached over the kid’s shoulder began fastening the two-thirds of belt together. “Well a baby like you wouldn’t understand.” She teased with a confident smirk on her face, “This seat is reserved for babies, so anybody sitting it I’m gonna treat like a baby!”

Pouting, the girl crossed her arms as soon as the final safety strap was attached over her other shoulder. She sank back into the plush cushions of her seat and avoided eye contact as her aunt set the plastic tray over top of her lap.

“What?” Fluttershy asked, satisfied with her work as she opened up the pizza box and pulled out two slices. Setting them on a pink plastic plate, she stared up at Scootaloo with a smile as she began cutting them with a fork and knife, “You’re acting like you don’t like being a little diaper butt.”

The child continued looking away unsatisfied with her predicament. Not that she wasn’t secretly alighted to be using a highchair, but the teasing hadn’t stopped since they left the pizza place.

Walking up to the girl with her sliced pizza and sippy up, she set it down looked down. “Scootaloo. Look up at Aunty Fluttershy.”

“Nooo.” Scootaloo whined, continuing to cross her arms and huff as her meal was set forth infront of her. She tried locking her vision on a nearby cabinet handle, but a sudden tapping on the plastic tray triggered an instinctual reaction to break the gaze. She looked over at her aunt’s hand, which grabbed her chin and gently forced it up.

In a bout of stern discipline, Fluttershy continued holding her niece’s chin in place as she warned her, “Listen, Scootaloo. When your aunt tells you to pay attention, you pay attention.”

A bit frightened, the girls shook her head up and down.

“Good.” Fluttershy said, lightening up her expression as she let go of Scootaloo’s chin. She placed her arms on her hips and smiled watching her little one sink back into her seat, “Now, as I was saying. I’m sorry if I was being a big meanie butt.”

Scootaloo smirked a bit at the comment, Fluttershy really was dedicated to her baby talk and she did secretly love it.

“But.” The women paused as she walked over to the pizza. Picking up one of the slices, she stated, “Assuming you eat all your pizza and drink all your juice like a big girl, I’ll walk you outside for a little while to see the fireflies. Would you like that?”

The child perkily nodded her head in a quick secession. “I really want to get some fresh air.” She exclaimed as she picked up a piece of pizza and munched at it. Her legs still a fair short for the highchair’s foot rest, she started kicking them a little.

Smiling, the aunt nodded as she swallowed, “Ooh, I bet so Scootaloo. You’ve been hooked up to a seat for an hour and now your back in one. It must be awful comfy though, right?”

Scootaloo experimentally bounced up and down within the bounds of her safety belt the smiled, “Yeah.” Then took another bite of food. Without swallowing, she commented, “Hehe, this seat is actually strangely snug. I feel like I’m in a roller coaster seat.”

Fluttershy smirked, watching a bit of tomato sauce drop onto her niece’s white onesie. “Heh. Well you definitely are the first thing I see when I step into the room, it’s not every day I see a big baby sitting in a big high chair.”

“Hehe, I’m de baby.” Scootaloo blushed, biting down on another piece of pizza.

“That’s right.” Fluttershy commented, smiling as Scootaloo continued to make a mess- eating with her mouth open and not wiping off her hands as she handled her food. Trying not to giggle, the women commented, “Heh, maybe remind me when we get inside to change your outfit. If you’re going to be bunking with me tonight, I don’t want you getting pizza sauce and dirt all over my bed.”

***

“Hmm.” Scootaloo questioned to herself, keeping her tiny hand wrapped firmly around Fluttershy’s palm as she waddled her legs around the copious bulky disposable diaper that was her underwear. Evaluating every step as she made it, the girl couldn’t help but flinch every time she set her flip-flopped foot on the ground.

Fluttershy smiled, helping the girl inch her way along the cold dirt pavement of the backyard. “Easy, honey butt. There’s no rush, this garden will still be here tomorrow.”

Planting the pink foam padding of her flip flops on top of the dirt, the kid looked up at her aunt with a dubious smirk on her face. “I’m not trying to walk slow, it’s just reeeally hard to walk with these clothes on.”

“Hehe, you mean your baby pants?” Fluttershy asked, continuing to trace her thumb around the niece’s knuckle.

Recklessly, the child sat on her backside with a small grunt. Sprawling her legs out, she balanced herself with her hands behind her back as she gazed up at the women, “You call them baby pants, but I’m clearly wearing a one piece.” She smiled.

Squatting down herself, Fluttershy was diligent in taking a seat on the ground next to child. She bent her knees close to her chest and gazed into the dimly lit summer night, taking noticed of the way the fireflies flickered- illuminating bits and pieces of the surrounding follage.

Holding no bars in regard to personal space, Scootaloo gushed as she leaned her head on her aunt’s shoulder. “Heh, you were right Fluttershy, this forest really is pretty at night. Something about how green it is, it’s so fresh- so new. I love it all. Even if this diaper makes it a bit awkward to sit on the ground.”

Reaching her arm out, the aunt cradled it around the girl and pulled her in for an embrace. “Oh hush, Scootaloo. I swear you were a tougher girl back when you really were a toddler. It’s funny, but it’s almost like I’ve made you a little softie these past couple days. You’re telling me you can’t enjoy the pretty night sky all because your underwear feels funny?”

Rubbing her temple up and down her aunt’s shoulder, the girl chuckled, “Noo! Wait- I mean yeah. But it’s not as bad as you think.” She admitted, taking particular notice as one of the fireflies landed right on her foot. She watched it pitter patter up her leg and grinned a little, “Outfit is the only thing I don’t like right now. As much as I hate to admit it, this get up really doesn’t agree with the diaper. Like the diaper itself slides around the fabric a lot and it causes the top part to tug.”

“Heh, you act like being a baby is a lot of hard work.” The women teased, also taking note of the firefly working its way up the girl’s pale white leg.

Scootaloo blushed a bit, getting defensive. In juvenile tone, she argued, “But it is, you don’t get to have a say in what you eat, you’ve got to wear clothes that an adult person would look really silly in, and you can’t even decide what or when you play or eat.”

Rubbing considerably long fingers up the side of the girl’s sleeve, fluttershy ruffled the fabric in her hand, exposing part of the girl’s shoulder. “Hehe, well being a parent is pretty hard too you know? Not only do they have to keep their little one happy and entertained, but they’ve also got to make sure they’re well fed and are all clean. I mean, I could let you run around in big girl clothes again. But then I risk you having an accident and ruining a piece of furniture or something.”

“I mean, it’s not like it helped earlier.” Scootaloo commented, a little bit humbler about the situation. She wrapped her arms around her aunt’s tummy and leaned on her, “Ooh, I dunno. I still have mixed feelings about being a baby.”

“Hmm, whys that?” Fluttershy commented, continuing to rub her hand up and down her niece’s arm.

“Cause.” The girl deadpanned, watching as the fire fly spread its tiny translucent wings and fluttered away. Looking up, she watched as the little bug’s natural light blended into the starry sky- becoming one with the backdrop. “It’s just- well I mean I like being babied, I really do. I just worry that all this baby play is really making me a softie- a weak girl. I mean back after my dad died, I was so dedicated to sports, writing, drawing, and generally obsessing about being a good student.”

The aunt lifted her hand once again, this time running it through her niece’s short purple bob-cutt. “And?” she posed.

“Well, I dunno.” The girl commented, mopping a little as she stared up at the sky. Above her, there were thousands and thousands of twinkling lights, vaguely shadowed by the leafy black silhouettes that surrounded her on all of her sides. Then she closed her eyes and everything was black. “E-ever since I started uh, experimenting with my medication and especially since I started being interested in being a full-time baby, I just feel like I’ve lost control. Not like literal control, or even emotional control. I’ve actually never been happier, but I-I don’t feel like I’m doing anything anymore. Like I’m just living for-“

“For you own enjoyment?” Fluttershy questioned, continuing to run her long pastel-painted finger nails through the girl’s hair. “I know what you’re going through Scootaloo. Because you’re being treated like a baby, you think you’re not worth as much because you really just exist for the sake of existing. You play with dolls, you colour in your colouring books, you play house with your dolls, watch or listening to your mind-numbing media. Other than that, you’re really just a baby, waddling around in your dirty diapers until I change them, right?’
Scootaloo paused a moment, but then nodded a little. “Y-yeah.”

Running her hand through the girl’s hair one last time, she rested it on the back as if to keep her in place. “Well that’s exactly my point Scootaloo. You might not think you’re doing a whole lot, because you’re not contributing to society in a traditional sense. But you are doing something very important, dear. You’re building a relationship, building a bond with me.”

The child curiously tilted her head up a little to stair her caretaker in the face, but instead found Fluttershy staring into the shadowy distance of the forest scenery.

Pausing for just a brief second, Fluttershy inhaled deeply then breathed outwards. “I-it’s hard to explain to you Scootaloo, especially in this era we live in where it seems there are a lot of ‘have’ and ‘have nots’ but the truth is much more complicated in that.”

“What do you mean?” The girl asked, before curiously biting her knuckle.

The women smiled, “I mean that having something or not having something is a poor way to look at things Scootaloo. I know that sounds a little bit uh- arrogant, given how fortunate I’ve been throughout my life. But when you get to be about my age, you realize how many people end up exhausted and alone because they’ve spent their whole life trying to make something of themselves, instead of letting themselves make something of life. Simple things like, dining, conversation, art, and romanticism- everything in-between what should be a modest career pursuit, are what make up the best parts of life Scootaloo.”

The women let go of her embrace and stood up on her own two feet. Reaching down, she offered the girl her hand, “You’ve been given a very special opportunity to indulge in your fantasy Scootaloo, just as I’ve received so many special opportunities to get me to where I am today. I think you’ll find there’s very little to life than smiling or wasting time. That’s why I enjoy babying you so much, Scootaloo.”

With a smile on her face, Scootaloo tilted her head all the way up to look at her aunt. Reaching her hands out, she was helped to her feet. “You know, I really do like being a baby. Even if I am a bit big to be one.”

“Ooh, I know.” Fluttershy spoke, turning to face the laminating light of her cottage’s porch. She reached her hand out and graced her hand down from Scootaloo’s shoulder down to the small of her back.

Scootaloo felt the touch of Fluttershy’s hand slide down her back, but she didn’t flinch or fidget, instead she just continued making her awkward steps forward.

“That’s it Scootaloo, oh you’re the best little walker.” Fluttershy commentated, pushing the girl along in her little waddling cycle. She turned her head around to look at the forest one last time to look into the ominous forest then focused on safely escorting her niece to the back door.

***

Scootaloo grunted, tugging the onesie over her head and throwing it on Fluttershy’s bedroom floor with a huff.

Smiling coyly, the aunt couldn’t help but chuckle a little as her niece got aggressive with her wardrobe. “Heh, easy Scootaloo. I understand the onesie’s buttons were complicated for you, but that’s no reason to take it out on your clothes.”

“Oh hush.” Scootaloo said, stretching her hands out to the sky. Yawning, she turned around and started making her stride to the bed.

Fluttershy laid back on her bed and smirked. “Heh, you know between your diaper and brassier, it wouldn’t hurt to get some colour in your wardrobe.” She said, peering down at Scootaloo’s tiny figure. Between her niece’s meek figure, shallow chest, and juvenile haircut, she definitely still fit the roll of a kid.

The girl shot dull daggers at Fluttershy as she climbed on top of the mattress and it’s assorted spring coloured blankets. “You know, it’s not my fault I don’t have clothes tailored to fit over my diaper. If I knew you were going to be okay with all this, I would have gotten something with a bigger waist and inseam” Sitting on her knees, she tilted her head at the phone Fluttershy was picking up in her hands.

The women’s eyes scanned the phone as if to ignore Scootaloo. “Listen Scootaloo, I know we’re close and all, but I am your aunt. Put on a shirt.”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “But Fluttershy, it’s not like there’s anything you haven’t seen before.”

“Still.” Fluttershy set down the phone on her tummy and peered at the girl, “You are still a teenager, Scootaloo. I don’t mind bathing or changing you, but this is different. I’ve never let you sleep with me without a top even when you were a toddler, it’d just be- strange.”

Taking a deep breath, Scootaloo huffed. “Ugh, fine.” She whined, turning around and hopping off the bed, she made her way back to her nursery.

“Hmm, silly girl.” Fluttershy muttered, continuing to lay back in her bed. Glancing to the side at her bedstand, she reached out and grabbed the ice-cold bottle of milk that she’d made for Scootaloo. She tapped her fingers in a quick secession, like she was playing notes on a trumpet. It really did feel like she was using this same bottle for a different baby.

“There. Is that better?” Scootaloo posed the question, waddling in quiet confidently with a blue t-shirt with the band name Fun. on the front. She reached behind herself grabbing the door handle with both of her hands and shut it as quietly as possible.

Glancing over at the girl, the aunt set her hands on her tummy and smiled. “Yes, that’s much better.” She said, watching as her niece crawled on top of the treasure trove of blankets that covered the bed.

“Hmmph.” Scootaloo sounded, laying on her side with her little nose pressed lightly against Fluttershy’s shoulder.

“Hehe, much better.” Fluttershy said, ruffling her niece’s hair with one hand and picking up her bottle with the other.

Scootaloo pouted a little, but then perked up when the bottle was given to her. Grabbing it with both of her hands, she looked up at it like some kind of holy-grail of infantility. It’s frothy white milk causing the outside rims of the childishly decorated bottle’s PET plastic to condensate. Holding it with both hands, she brought it up to her lips and pushed its rubber nipple against her tongue.

“Go ahead, turn around and hike up your legs.” Fluttershy said, sitting up in her seat.

With the bottle, still in her mouth, the child looked down at the object then stared aimlessly as she followed her aunt’s orders.

Once Scootaloo was properly laying on her side, Fluttershy hung the comforter in the air and hiked it over her stomach as she laid down.

Turning on her side herself, she inched closer to her niece and wrapped her arms around her thin tummy, forming a soft protective cocoon around the girl.

Scootaloo continued to suckle at the bottle, scooting back into Fluttershy’s embrace as she was firmly safeguarded with a set of hands hugging her close. She couldn’t exactly break the hug if she wanted to, but that was alright she supposed.

“Ooh, you big baby.” Fluttershy cooed, closing her eyes and resting her chin on top of the back of the girl’s head, “You don’t know how pampered you are.”

Smirking the child kept her mouth closed as she quieted her breaths. Closing her eyes, she let herself be taken into the insulated warmth of her aunt, padded backside, her surrounding blanket, and the taste of cool milk on her tongue. She knew she was a big baby and there was no doubt she was pampered.

“How does your baba taste? I know the milk might taste a little sweeter than usual.” Fluttershy gibbered, continuing to caress the back of Scootaloo’s hair with her nose.

Scootaloo fluttered her eyes a little, but the milk tasted strangely refreshing. Was it honey? No- it was fresher than that, almost like peppermint cream but smoother and silkier. Her mouth went agape a little as the bottle dropped with her hands.

“Hehe, works everytime.” Feeling as the rise and fall of her niece’s tummy lessened and her gentle breathing turned into quiet murmurs. Contently, the aunt shined one last victorious smile then called it a night for herself.

Author's Note:

Sorry for the delay, but I've been a bit distracted with politics lately and have found it hard to switch back and forth from the serious analytical writing I've been doing for school and the light hearted 'mushy' writing of this story. Thankfully, I've gotten back into my groove though.

Speaking of mushy writing, I'd expect more of it in upcoming chapters. I'm thinking with this story I really want to experiment with the social adjustments that a teen baby and their caretaker would have to take to live harmoniously. I really hadn't thought of it until I was writing the story. But being babied at such an old age- while it would support stress free self-exploration, would also most likely create a sense of intense dependency and lack of self confidence. Then again, as I've somewhat asked in the dialog, what would being ultra-dependent matter if your guardian was a loving and nurturing figure?

Also, just a disclaimer, but I'm not trying to make an argument that grooming people- especially minors- is inappropriate. Using someone's insecurities to manipulate them is definite abuse and it's unhealthy for everyone involved. The qualifier that makes "Holding Onto You" a non-grooming situation is the fact that neither Fluttershy nor Scootaloo have anything to gain from what's essentially a mommy/daughter relationship short of companionship. Even if Fluttershy teases Scootaloo by treating her like a real baby, there's never an inherent sense that Fluttershy is motivated by anything other than trying to make Scootaloo's dream of being a nursed child come true. The caretaker shoe fits Fluttershy's foot perfectly and she'd happily put it on or take it off, if she thought it'd make her niece's life more comfortable.

Anyhow, the next chapter will come out sometime before the first of March!

~England

Comments

[FlyingSquirrel]

Another awesome chapter! Glad to see you're still going at it! :D

[Lunasmyhero]

So what was in the milk?

[TwilightShipper]

Was that breast milk? Cause if it was...I'm cool with that.

[Fluttershyisacutegal]

I wonder what was in the milky? hmmm