When Rainbow Dash moves to the big city, she gives the responsibility of Scootaloo to her best friend in the world. For Fluttershy, this means dealing with the angst that comes along with being a mother.
Rainbow Dash abandons Scootaloo in a vain attempt to do great things in New York City. While Fluttershy isn't keen to Rainbow Dash's real motivation, she soon becomes very aware of what it's like dealing with kid with so many problems.
“I’ve got to say Rainbow Dash, of all the low things you’ve done in your life. This has to be one of the top three.”
Fluttershy eagerly tapped her pen on her room’s study table. Between the hollowed arid sound of white crystallized rain water gently whisping the background and the gentle pounding of wood in the room adjacent to her own, the constant shifting between high and low frequencies was giving her a headache.
She planted her pen back on the well decorated ornate paper, she had to finish the letter. Perhaps giving Rainbow Dash a piece of her mind would help alleviate her circumstance; as if venting would really help her.
“Let me give this to you straight Rainbow Dash, I’m in no way satisfied-“She crumpled the paper and tossed it to the side, revealing the new blank one from underneath. Her pen met with its soft surface as she etched more words into it,
“Rainbow Dash, you’ve done things all your life that concerned me. Between the parties, all the reckless driving, flirting, and joining the R.A.F. But abandoning your sister…” she paused as she heard more banging of wood from the other wood.
She sat back in her chair and listened for a moment. Nothing ever prepared her for what had happened this week. She might have been a vet for several years now, but she was no natural born mother. Perhaps her experience babysitting Pinkie Pie’s god children softened the situation a bit, but there was never any discipline involved in babysitting. “I hate to say this Rainbow Dash, but-you disappointed me. No, you disappoint me. Of all the careless, mean, cruel things you could have done, you give me your only dependent without a second notice. You just leave her alone in your apartment and expect everything would be okay?”
The banging in the other room side tracked her thoughts again as her attention turn towards the wall. She rubbed her temples, trying to regain her focus. She took a quick glance at the paper and let out a small sigh as she wrote the next line.
“Well, it’s not okay Rainbow Dash. Nothing about what you did is okay. Of all the disloyal things you’ve done in your life, for the first time I know you won’t make it up. It’s really bloody hard taking care of a child while you’re enjoying life some 2000 miles away. What were you thinking? I don’t have the space for her, you know my cottage is a two story studio and you know what the only spare room I have is. Right?”
Another wave of loud banging rang in her ears before a loud series of similar banging increased in volume and seemed to shake the floor a bit.
“I don’t know what you were thinking Rainbow… honestly. I’m just really in no mood to talk to you now. Enjoy the Big Apple. I hope knowing all this won’t tear away at you too much. I still love you though, so does Scootaloo. And If it helps at all, I can at least say that Scootaloo has warmed up to me. I’m still getting used to being a ‘mommy’ though. ~Fluttershy”
Fluttershy closed her eyes, folded the paper and sealed the envelope. The letter wasn’t exactly ‘poetic’, but at least it was a decent portal to her thoughts.
Her hands moved over to the envelope and she stuck the paper inside. Picking the paper up, she glided one of its folds across her tongue to moisturize the adhesive. It tasted a bit off, but she liked the taste for some reason. It was pleasantly sweet.
Standing up, she pushed back her computer chair and stretched her arms a little. A subtle breeze startled her as she felt a cool draft on her belly. She adjusted her yellow t-shirt down, and pulled her jeans up. She was never one for dressing ‘fancy’. The time she’d been spending with Applejack had taught her a thing or two about dressing casually.
Looking over at her oak colored bed stand, her eyes took a quick peak at her digital clock. It was nearing nine in the evening; it was Scootaloo’s bed time.
Fluttershy reached over to her bed stand and grabbed her wrist watch. It was a small black leather strap with a simple dial table made of quartz. It was a gift she’d gotten from Rarity. She’d said keeping time was important when raising a child.
The comment made sense to her, someone like Scootaloo was all the evidence she needed to prove the theory. Everything was always thrown off in Scootaloo’s scheduled, between her meals, her bathroom breaks, and her fun time, there always seemed to be an unbalance.
She took a quick glance at her wood paneled walls, they seemed to share a boarder with the spring colored seasonal walls that complemented each other so well. She owned a retro house.
As quickly as she scrolled out of her door, she just as soon peaked open her adopted child’s bedroom door. Smiling, she slowly budged open the door and caught the attention of the girl playing on the ground.
Swallowing hard, Fluttershy looked down at her child. A sheepish grin on her face, she tapped her watch, “Come on Scootaloo, it’s time for bed.”
The child spread her legs, leaned forward on her hands, and pushed herself up to a clumsy stance; it was actually pretty impressive for someone as small as her.
Scootaloo stood and gave an annoyed look as seriously as a seven year old could give one. She looked clean compared to when she first arrived several weeks ago. She wore an oversized white t-shirt that she’d found in her closet, it served as more of a gown than a top, it was at least four times too big.
“Oh come on Fluttershy, I’m not a baby! Just because you stuck me in this stupid jail for babies doesn’t make me any less of an adult. I don’t need a bed time.”
“Now now…” Fluttershy said, pacing over to the child. She lifted her hands and pulled the t-shirt right off her body. Taking a closer look at the shirt, it’s light blue text indicated it was from some sort of construction company; “Build-Dozers” to be correct.
She tossed the shirt to the side of the room, “I don’t mean to baby you Scoots, I’m just in a tight spot financially and It’s too costly to get you knew furniture at the moment. Especially when you’ll be out growing it in a few years.
Pouting, Scootaloo crossed her arms over her white tank top. She hated when people mentioned ‘outgrowing’ things. She hadn’t grown at all since the day Rainbow adopted her, that was nearly four years ago. She was more likely to grow wings than to outgrow her bed.
“Come on Scoots, let’s get you in your jammies…” Fluttershy said, scattering to the opposite side of the room. She pulled several things out of the dresser, all with the same purple/pink princess overtone that made Scootaloo die a little bit every time she bore witness to them.
Walking over to her child, Fluttershy got on one knee to be on an eye to eye level. She gestured for the girl to raise her arms in the air. A top and a pair of socks later, only one last part of the outfit had to be decided.
“Do you wanna wear the pants without uh, ‘security’?” Fluttershy said, blushing a bit at her own remark. No matter how many times she tried to prep herself for the question, she never felt comfortable asking it. Poor Scootaloo must have been petrified on the inside. If she was anything like her ‘big sister’, she was most definitely prideful.
The kid’s face turned beet red as she shook her head. She never wanted to wear her ‘pants’, no matter how practical they were. Pull-ups was just another term for diapers and she wasn’t a baby. ‘She wasn’t pottying every night, it was just a onetime thing.’ She reassured herself in her thoughts.
“C-can I not. I promise I won’t pee!” Scootaloo pleaded, looking away from her caretaker nonchalantly,
The corners of Fluttershy’s mouth tuned up as she heard Scootaloo’s response. It was a bit adorable seeing someone as tough as her id to act insecure for once. It probably wasn’t a good thing she found Scootaloo’s insecurities a bit amusing, but perhaps that was just one of those benefits of being a mother.
“Of course you don’t have to wear your ‘protection’…” she said, walking over to Scootaloo’s bed. It’s white wooden surface was raised high off the ground. He hands clung unto a railing as she adjusted it a little, “Are you ready for beddy-bye?”
On the inside, Scootaloo melted at the phrasing of that question. Something about Fluttershy’s tone made everything she’d been doing lately seem more secure. Her extroverted self still got the best of her as she rolled her eyes; it’s hard breaking old habits.
“Hehe, I’ll let you stay up for a little bit longer I guess.” Fluttershy giggled as she pulled up the blankets to Scootaloo’s bed. The majority of Scootaloos’ room’s bedding and interior all had a basic pastel based picnic pattern; an occasional white bunny or brown bear being used to compliment the blanket’s design.
Her hands adjusted the surface of the blanket to make it flat and smooth, “Are you excited to sleep in your bed tonight.”
Scootaloo set one of her blocks on the ground and crossed her arms, turning away from her ‘mom’, “I don’t wanna.”
“Now scoots…” Fluttershy stated more sternly as she walked over to her daughter. She squatted beside Scootaloo and placed her hand on her shoulder, “I know that you’re not used to your new bed, but I need you to get used to living with me. I’m trying to offer you some independence, I’m even letting you wear your regular undies to bed, but I need you to be more willing to do things my way.”
“But I don’t want stupid railing on my bed.” The little girl complained, dragging her voice out it a loud drowned out moan.
“Mmm…” Fluttershy said, lifting her daughter into the air and cradling her, “I’m sorry about the railing. It was either the railed bed or the crib…” she said pointing over at a similarly white crib.
Scootaloo blushed, “Stupid baby stuff!” she yelled rubbing her eyes closed.
Sighing, Fluttershy walked over to the baby swing and grabbed a pair of pajama pants off its tray. It'd been forever since she'd use the swing, it’d been forever since she had to babysit any kid; let alone one that was big enough to use the swing. She baby sat for the cake twins quite often, but they weren't nearly big enough for the thing.
She set her daughter down and helped her leg by leg, step into her pants. Pulling the fleece leggings up, she adjusted the shirt to make sure it was a snug fit on her daughter. Perhaps it was a bit short on the waist, but it still looked cute. Scootaloo hated the help, but it felt right to help her for some reason. She always loved to help people after all.
“All good?” Fluttershy questioned, stepping back to check the outfit.
The young child let out a small groan; she really did dislike her mom patronizing her. It was embarrassing, maybe even more embarrassing than sleeping in the railed bed. Maybe if she just shut up than Fluttershy would leave her be, she thought to herself.
“Mmm…” The women said, raising her child into the air involuntarily, “Maybe I shouldn’t make you sleep in your bed tonight. I don’t want you to sleep on the couch again, you’ll get another bad back. Do you want to sleep in bed with me tonight? We could turn on the tele, or I could just sing you to sleep like at that one sleep over. Oh, it’ll be fun!”
“Yeah… fun. I guess that’d be cool.” She said blushing a little as she was set back unto the ground. She grabbed her mom’s hand as she was lead out of the room.
Fluttershy looked back at the mess Scootaloo had made in the nursery; she was curtain she could take of it in the morning; as little as her daughter wanted to admit it, she really did love playing with the baby toys. Then again, maybe she just didn’t know. Best not tell her.
She hit the lights to the nursery off and stepped out of the doorway and walked into her own room. It was a studio floor, minus the bedroom of course, so the whole floor was her room. On a raised platform sat her bed, it was queen sized. The blankets on top were soft and there were a dozen pillows; way more than she actually used.
Sitting down, she pulled the sheets down the surface of the bed and crawled in with her child in her arms. She wrapped an arm around the child’s back and used her spare hand to pat the child’s bottom. Closing her eyes for only a second, she embraced the child with a light squeeze, enjoying the serenity of the quiet ambience around them.
Scootaloo was tempted to say something, but didn’t. As much as she said she hated being coddled, she never really put up much of a fight. There was something about Fluttershy in specific that gave her an added sense of security that no other person could provide. Burying her face into Fluttershy’s chest, she let a small grin appear on her face. Hopefully no one would ever see her like this.
“F-fluttershy?” Scootaloo questioned as she adjusted herself to a more comfortable position. Her mind felt empty like the night sky in London.
The mother, rubbed her hand up and down her baby’s back. It wasn’t uncommon for kids to get tired. A child’s energy was like a pipe valve, it could be stopped as quickly it can be opened. “Yes dear?” she replied, slowing her hand’s motion.
“N-Nothing I just…” Scootaloo paused, “I’m sorry I didn’t want to sleep in my bed tonight. It’s-dumb, I know. B-but I don’t wanna look like a baby.” She said, blushing as she nuzzled her head against Fluttershy’s chest again.
“You don’t say?” The mother figure smirked, enjoying the irony of the situation. Scootaloo and her friends were always doing wacky stuff to ‘prove’ their maturity. She’d only been taking care of the girl for about a week now and she’d already had to tape one too many scraped knees, let alone kiss boo-boos. Poor child, of all her faults her equilibrium seemed to be one of the biggest ones.
She really did enjoy cuddling with Scootaloo though. What was really nice about it was the peace of mind, enjoying a hug meant that her daughter was safe, which is just what she wanted for her; no matter what the cost. She’d already threatened to take away Scootaloo’s scooter, had it not been for a small tantrum she would have done it too.
Covering her mouth, Scootaloo lifted her head for a second before setting it back on Fluttershy, closing her eyes and smiling.
“You know Scootaloo, you really shouldn’t be rushing growing up. You’re only seven and you’ve already done so much stuff. Just take it easy and try not to hurt yourself. I do care for you baby and I’m not going to let you get hurt. Trust me, you’ll start warming up to your room. Tomorrow, I’ll tuck you into your bed and I’ll be sure you fall asleep sound alright?” The mother whispered in her child’s ear.
“Oh…” she giggled looking over at her child. The poor thing fell asleep. She leant her head over the child’s forehead and pecked Scoot’s bruised forehead. She laid her head into her pillow and dozed off.
***
“H-hello?” the child questioned, sitting up in her bed. The sudden realization of morning made her roll unto her bottom and check the bedding around her; it was dry. A smile lit up her face as she made a fist with her hand in victory. Looking around, she noticed her mom had already left the room.
Hopping out of the bed, she crashed onto her knees, but that didn’t stop her. She ran out the door and downstairs to where her mother was found making breakfast.
“Mom!” she ran up to Fluttershy and hugged her around her knees. Looking up, she gave her mom a big grin, “Momma! I didn’t wet the bed!”
Fluttershy stared down blankly at her child be realizing what Scootaloo was saying. She matched her daughter’s eager smile as she lifted her up and cradled the child close to her chest. She landed a kiss on Scootaloo’s head and sang, “Oh, that’s great baby! You make me so proud!”
Scootaloo didn’t respond to her mom’s words, she simply delved back into the hug, enjoying the warmth of her mom’s embrace. Her vision caught up with her thoughts as she looked at her the shirt her caretaker had been wearing.
“Hmm? Dress already?” she questioned.
Fluttershy giggled, setting the child back on the ground. Smiling, she brushed a hair off of her forehead, “Hehe. Yeah I am I guess. I mean, I usually try to wear pajamas, but I was really getting tired myself. I cooked you some oatmeal and I got juice on the table already.”
Walking over to the table, Scootaloo crawled unto the chair and sat herself up properly. Curiously, she watched as her mom brought over the oat meal and set it on the edge of the table. Her face grew red as she was lifted her mom’s lap.
“Alright honey…” Fluttershy said, spooning some of the oatmeal into Scootaloo’s mouth, “I’m going to drive you to school and head over to Sugar Cube Corner with AJ. I’ll be sure to pick you up in time okay? Also, sorry about the spoon feeding. We’re kinda running late, I’m sorry I lost track of time. Just open up….”
Opening her mouth wide, the child took a big bite of the cinnamon sprinkled oatmeal as her mom nervously bounced her with one knee.
“Are you going to be alright at school today honey?” The mother questioned, opening her car’s back door for the child. Her hands acted quickly in removing the straps to a very bulky car seat, she tried to make it fast. Poor Scootaloo fell just under the regional requirement for the equipment.
Fidgeting around awkwardly, the tray was raised and the child crawled off the seat. She took a double take to make sure that no one was watching; thankfully they weren’t. Rolling her eyes, Scootaloo climbed out of the car and walked away, “I’m fine mom. I promise that I won’t be that dumb today.”
She walked down the sidewalk. Her plain grey checkered skirt and knee high socks, the outfit that she hated so much seemed to be flowing faster and faster through mother nature’s cruel winter breeze. A shiver hit the girl’s spine as she realized what she had done.
Making a full 180 degree turn, the girl sprinted back to her mother with a worried grin on her face. She dove in and hugged her mommy around the shins and looked up sorrowfully at her.
“Hmm, is something wrong?” Fluttershy asked, giving Scootaloo as warm smile as she got on the child’s level.
“N-nothing. I just, I just forgot to say goodbye.” The child blushed, unable to say that she really was going to miss her. She loved her so much, why she couldn’t just admit it went right over her head.
Smiling, she looked up at her mother’s face. Something about her warm grin and compassionate complexion reminded her how much she cared. It tore her apart inside to have to go to school, the absence of Fluttershy’s embrace made it hard to leave her. Sighing, she turned her back and looked at the school.
The school was quaint, just a simple one story brick complex that looked like a house on the outside. It’s usually perky green yard was hindered by the winter’s cold grip. The trees dead, all the rest that remained were a few scattered pine trees near the entrance; well, that and a metal bench.
In her car, Fluttershy watched as her daughter huddled up inside her jacket. Applebloom and Sweetie Belles exited the school to greet her, but her slouched walk cycle hadn’t changed at all. As concerning as things seemed, Scootaloo was always oddly fixated on certain emotions. The very fact that Scootaloo left with such a hollowed look on her face kicked up a lot of suspicion in the mother.
The thought heavy on her mind, Fluttershy ignored the thought and continued on her way down the snowy suburban road. Many house and even more shops crowded the streets. Their bright yellow lights shined through the snow and darkness, casting a yellow glow on her old Volkswagen.
It was around this time that she really regretted having such an old car. Between its lack of a good air conditioning system, it didn’t do much of a good job providing entertainment for Scootaloo as she rode in her car seat. The plus side to it all was that the seats were low enough so no one knew Scootaloo was in a car seat.
After several minutes of driving on Ponyville’s cobblestone roads, the young mother finally came upon her destination; she was at Sugar Cube Corner. She made a left turn into the back lot of the place. Parking her car, she stepped off and pulled the sleeves down on her charcoal black overcoat. Her adjusted her hat and made her way into the back entrance of the restaurant.
“H-hello? Is anybody here?” she questioned, stepping lightly on the doormat as she awaited her response.
“Hello Fluttershy dear, what brings you here this morning?” A lighthearted female voice chimed from the bar.
Fluttershy smiled, she knew it was Mrs.Cake. She was always the first up in the morning; she’d had many discussions with her in the past week over proper child care techniques. She grinned a bit on the inside as she drew some money from her purse, “I just want my regular coffee. Or you know whatever is made.”
“Awe, you know your money isn’t needed here sugar. I’ve gotten so much business since this place got wifi that I just don’t know what to do with it.” Mrs.Cake chimed as she started pouring and mixing several various drinks into the same lot.
Her face looked tired, almost as if she’d been through a lot this evening. Her long curly pink hair, her worn out emerald eyes, to her coffee grained covered apron. Smiling, she looked up with a sympathetic smile on her face, “Are you having a rough evening dear?”
Reaching for the cup that was handed to her, Fluttershy shook her head. She tilted her head down to smell the coffee, it smelled relaxing. Peaking her eyes up, she looked the barista in the face, “Nah, I’ve just been getting used to Scootaloo you know? She doesn’t act around others the way she does around me, it’s like she doesn’t know what to do now, and I don’t know why.”
Mrs.Cake grabbed a white mug and began wiping it clean with a spare washcloth, “Well I’m not sure about that sweetie. My kids are only toddling now. I did read something about development in behavior. Do you know at what age Scootaloo was first adopted?”
The young fuchsia haired girl shook her head.
“I see. Maybe she’s just trying to adjust to a better environment; I couldn’t possibly imagine Rainbow Dash was a very good house keeper. Bless her heart, the girl is probably unfamiliar with real emotions.” The women said, setting the cup on the table.
“I dunno, Rainbow Dash was always pretty good sister. Then again Scoots was really quick in calling me mommy…” she said shrugging her shoulders. Perking up a bit, Fluttershy smiled a bit as she mentioned her plans, “Ooh, I am getting letting Scoots sleep by herself tonight. It isn’t weird for an eight year old to sleep with her mom is it?”
“Only a little.” Mrs.Cake said, giving Fluttershy and awkward grin.
“Psst. Well I suppose Scootaloo isn’t like most kids. I think she might really be enjoying taking baby-steps…” The young girl paused, her phone vibrating in her pocket. She raised an eyebrow at Mrs.Cake as she began to answer it, “Oh, it’s the school. I hope Scootaloo is doing alright. This is only her second day back since Rainbow left…” she said bringing the phone to her ear.
“Hello?”
“…”
“Yes. She did eat a full breakfast.”
“…”
“Yes, she got plenty of sleep.”
“…”
“No, she hasn’t watched anything scary on T.V. Well, there was this one cartoon with this talking sponge in-no never mind, she wasn’t in the room for that part.”
“…”
“Well what do you mean she’s crying?”
“…”
“Alright. I’ll be down there in 30 minutes or so. Uh, give her a blanket or something soft to cuddle with, she’ll like that…” Fluttershy said, as she hung up the phone.
She blushed looking up at Mrs.Cake, “I have to get Scootaloo from the school; she’s having a bit of mental breakdown.” Her expression turned from embarrassed to sad as she planted her hands in her face. Sighing, she shook her head, “I can’t do anything right.”
“Awe, you’re being too hard on yourself dear…” Mrs.Cake said, tilting Fluttershy’s head back up. Giving her a warm smile, she lifted a decently sized marshmallow in the air and pushed it into Fluttershy’s mouth. “That’s the smile I like to see!” She said as her friend started smiling some.
Fluttershy chewed the sticky marshmallow for a few seconds and then swallowed hard. Giggling a little, she leaned over the brewing bar to give the shop owner a hug. Resting her head on Mrs.Cake’s shoulder, she smiled, “Thanks Mrs.Cake. I’m sorry; it’s all been so rough on me. Just please know that you’re being really awesome right now.”
“Haha… I know sweetie.” Mrs. Cake joked, winking as she broke the hug. Looking at the time, she gestured to the girl, “Now go on, I don’t want you being late. Scootaloo is probably worried.
“Right!” Fluttershy said, nodding to Mrs. Cake as she sprinted out the door.
***
After a hasty drive back to the school house, Fluttershy came crashing through the doors. It’d been her first time in the school since adopting Scootaloo a week ago, thankfully the nurse’s office was right next to the principals.
“Hello? Uh-nurse, w-where’s my daughter? I-I already signed in…” she asked as she opened the infirmary door. She looked around to find the nurse was by the bedside of her daughter, trying to calm her down. She asked simple questions like, “Does your tummy hurt, are you feeling nauseous,” and a various other sort of generic questions.
“Oh…” Fluttershy said, walking over to her Crying daughter. She reached her arms out, picked up her child and brought her into a tight hug, “Awe, poor baby.” She cooed, planting a series of kisses on the child’s forehead. Looking over at the nurse, she raised an eyebrow, “Do you know why she’s crying?”
The nurse shrugged her shoulders.
“Alright, let me sign her out I guess…” she said, walking over to a clip board on the pearly white medical grade countertop. The whole room looked of nothing but formica and white washed medical equipment. The red ink she used to sign out her child was the only distinct color in the room.
Fluttershy held the child’s head close to her chest, as not to show anyone her crying child. She moved her quickly to the car, being sure to step on the snow covered ground carefully as they went. Opening the back door, she climbed in with the child, shut the door, and brought the child on her lap.
Taking a double take of the school, she noticed that no one was to be found. It was just her and her daughter in the car. She took a deep breath as she strapped her child into her seat. Not a word was spoken from the time Scootaloo had entered that seat to the time she’d exit it.
***
Arriving back home, Fluttershy exited her car and made quick work to remove her child from the car seat, this time for fear of coldness. Scootaloo wasn’t feeling too warm.
“Alright honey…” she said, kicking the car door shut as she made her way back towards the house, “Tell me what’s wrong?” She walked briskly as the snow covered yard seemed to rise higher and higher. It was no wonder why the streets of ponyville were so serine, the school was probably going to close any second now.
Scootaloo grabbed tight at her mommy’s sides and leaned her head sorrowfully towards her mother’s breast. She lifted her tear covered face, her red eyes were met with her mother’s same warm smile; the same smile made her heart melt. She had some irresistible alleviation when she saw the grin.
“I-I dunno…” Scootaloo prolonged as they sat on the living room couch, “I-I forgot my bag and I missed you, a-and when I started getting frustrated over my reading, I-I lost it. I didn’t want to deal with smiling or being sad. I-I dunno why, I panicked.” She said, burying her head into her mommy’s chest.
“Awe, poor baby.” The mother cooed, rubbing a hand lovingly up and down the child’s back, “I-I didn’t know you were so uh. Nevermind. I’m sorry I made you go to school today, you weren’t ready.” She admitted.
“No, it’s my fault. I was being dumb! I’m always being dumb!” Scootaloo said shaking her head in regret. She peeked her eyes up at her mommy’s and smiled a little, “I-I’m so sorry.”
Obligated to her daughter and admittedly empathetic, it was no question for Fluttershy to gently push her daughter’s head against her chest again. Her eyes gleamed with tears, her mind buzzing with solutions. She leaned her lips against her daughter’s forehead and pecked her hair.
“It’s alright baby…” she adjust her daughter’s body so it directly faced her own body. She used her hand to support her daughter’s bottom as they walked over to the couch area. She sat down, leaning her back against the cushions. “Shh…shh.” She cooed.
Inside the young girl’s mind, everything was blurred. Every thought was a mishmash of wild thoughts of taunting, unreadable words, and situations of failure. She wanted to break down and scream, she did-loudly.
Yelling at the top of her lungs, the child held the note for only a few seconds before she broke down sobbing against her mother’s breast again. She could taste her tears, they tasted so bland. As if their essence was everything she wasn’t thinking of.
No amount of crying kept her from hugging her mommy tight. She didn’t know what to do, she had no idea really. How do you react to something you’re not prepared for?
Humming, the young mother hugged her daughter extra hard before letting go entirely. She watched patiently as Scootaloo came to her own. The poor girl had been through so much today, she could tell just by the look on the girl’s face. Using the same empathetic smile she used before, she grinned, “You wanna get more comfy? We don’t have to worry about school anymore today.”
Scootaloo used the side of her hand to wipe the tears from her eyes. She looked confused by her mom’s statement, “Y-you think I can just skip my work?”
“I know you can sweetie, we can always work on it later.” Fluttershy object as she moved her hand over the gray suspenders to her daughter’s school outfit. Tugging them off her child’s shoulders, she paused a moment, letting them fall to the hemline of the outfit.
The girl watched in awe as the outfit fell apart. She stood up at the discretion of her mother and let the skirt fall to her feet. She blushed at the thought of how she looked, she couldn’t stand the idea of undressing in front of someone else; the only time she ever did is after she’d wet the bed.
“Awe, don’t be so shy baby…” Fluttershy cooed, grabbed the child from under the arms and bringing her back into a cradle. She sympathized with the child’s blushing, she too would’ve felt a little uncomfortable with the concept of undressing in front of someone she respected. ‘Hopefully Scootaloo respected her.’ She thought to herself.
Wiping the last of the tears from her eyes, Scootaloo shook her head, “I-I’m sorry. I’ve just been so wimpy. I didn’t mean to upset you, I-I just lost it!”
“Hey, you’re not wimpy!” she said, walking the child up the stairs. Each step she was extra careful not to shake Scootaloo too hard, the child was admirably light. Infact the child was small for her age, her attitude didn’t help change things either. It seemed that when Scootaloo wasn’t trying to get herself killed with a deadly new stunt, or wasn’t boasting, she actually spent most of her time silent and in an extremely introverted manner; almost like she was in a phase.
In most cases the ‘phase’ thing wouldn’t concern her too much, children day dream a lot, but Scootaloo really seemed to have a hard time coming out of her episodes.
Opening the nursery door, the Fluttershy stepped inside. She walked her daughter towards the dresser, tossing the dirty gray romper aside. Lord knows how Scootaloo got the skirt dirty, it was probably just pencil shavings or marker or something.
She set the child on the ground, smiling as she posed the questioned, “Are you ready for your jammies?”
“Already? It’s only like, eight in the morning!” Scootaloo said, looking around for a clock. Her expression turned from a confused stern look to one of horror as she looked upon the outfit her mother was pulling out of the dresser drawer.
Fluttershy smiled, holding up the outfit and turning it around. “Like it? I’m sorry it’s all I’ve got left besides your other ones.
“Well what was wrong with my other pajamas? I wasn’t a big fan of princess, but they were better than dumb baby ones!” she yelled as she crossed her arms and pouted.
The mother grabbed her hands around her daughter's white sleeves. She pulled them and the rest of the white cotton t-shirt over the girl’s head, leaving her in nothing but her panties and socks. Giggling, she watched her child’s expression turn into that of defeat; her daughter’s face turned red as she started to kick off the ruffled socks. She smiled, her girl was so smart.
“A-are you sure?” Scootaloo questioned, feeling as if her dignity was on the line.
Nodding, the mother told her daughter to raise her foot. Soon she found herself helping the young girl into her new pajamas. After some steady cooperation, she zipped up the main zipper and clipped a small protector strap around the neck.
She covered her mouth, smiling at the sheer adorableness that the child looked. Standing only knee high on her, Scootaloo stood pouting in a set of dark purple footie pajamas with a steady heart design all over the exterior. Not only did it fit perfectly, but it looked perfect too.
“Happy?” Scootaloo asked, a peaking her eyes up at Fluttershy again.
Fluttershy knelt down in front of the child. Her knee on the ground, she planted her hand on her baby’s shoulder, “The real question is, are you happy baby?”
The child looked her mother in the eyes. Her heart sank a little as she was overwhelmed with sensation her mother induced with her expression. Something about it put things in perspective, like everything was going to be okay, because it really was going to be okay. She might of pretended that she hated all the coddling, but she loved it.
Without saying a word, the child delved into her mother’s arms, “Y-yes mommy!” she answered sobbing. She wanted to say the outfit was making her angry, but it was really just bringing her closer to the thing she loved more than anything right now; her mommy.
“That-a-girl!” Fluttershy answered, rubbing her hand lovingly up and down her daughter’s back. It wasn’t every day that a child like Scootaloo showed this much affection, it felt like a true breakthrough moment for her; as if she really helped her child solve something.
She back out of the hug and admired her daughter for a minute, gazing up and down at the child’s adorable outfit. It made her squee on the inside; her daughter looked absolutely amazing in the thing.
“D-do I at least look cute?” Scootaloo questioned, anxiously rubbing her arm up and down a little. She was never one to want to look ‘cute’, but with the footie pajamas, it felt appropriate to ask. She anxiously looked for her mom’s approval.
“Of course you do sweetie.” Fluttershy cooed, leaning in to peck her daughter on the forehead. She stood up and put her hands on her hips, “Listen sweetie. I’m going to start lunch if you’d like. I’ll be back real soon to talk with you.”
Scootaloo puckered her eyebrows, “B-but whadda I do while you’re gone?” She really didn’t have much to do, she’d been through so much she just wanted to sit down and cry; let alone play with some cheaply colored plastic.
She looked up desperately at her mommy, she didn’t want her to go; Not again, not ever again. Something inside her made her feel so tense, like a Tardis exploding and collapsing on itself all in one. Her heart stopped, she looked up at her mom with tears in her eyes and began crying again
“No-no-no…” Fluttershy cooed, grabbing her child from under her arms and hoisting her back into an embrace. Her hands graced the back of the child’s head and softly pressed it against her own chest. She closed her eyes and began stroking her daughter’s hair, “Shh… that’s it girl, let it all out.”
She remained standing with her child in what felt like a trapped reality, as long as Scootaloo in distress, she could never leave the child. A light bulb popped into her head, she could always try giving her daughter a little present.
Being sure not to disrupt the child’s gentle sobbing, she paced briskfully over to the room’s crib and grabbed something she’d set inside it from over a month ago. She popped it in her mouth for a few seconds to clean it. She snapped her fingers to grab the attention of her daughter, “Scoots, open your mouth big for mommy. I know you might have outgrown these, but mommy needs you to calm down a little.” She said with the warmest smile she could conjure.
The child didn’t second guess anything Fluttershy told her, something about how considerate she’d been today made every sincere word she preach sound truthful. She smiled, opening her mouth a bit. Her tongue touched the amber nipple of an orange pacifier and she instinctively sucked it in. She smiled a bit, suckling on her new time waster. She looked up happily at her mother; her mother looked down at her happily.
“I’ll be right back.” The mother smiled, setting her child unto the ground before departing from the bedroom. She made her way down stairs.
Scootaloo listened to her mom’s footsteps as they became more distant. Still suckling on her pacifier, she toddled over to the changing table and grabbed a colorful ring that had caught her eye. She took the pacifier out of her mouth and gave the toy an experimental bite. The plastic went down for a second before slowly reflating.
“Mmm…” she moaned, biting down on the toy again and again. Each time she bit down, the item’s durability got the best of her. She bit down again as hard as she could. Her teeth sank into the rubber deeply, but still not enough to make a dent in the dumb toy.
Frustrated, she became infuriated with her inability to dent the toy. She grabbed it from her mouth and chucked it as hard as she could against her wooden door. Distraught, she laid on her back and groaned.
“Scootaloo, is something wrong baby?” Fluttershy meekly asked, carrying in a cut sandwich and a sippy cup. She set the tray on the ground next to her daughter and helped her back on her backside, “Is everything alright Scoots, you seem a bit agitated.”
Looking up at her mommy, Scootaloo frowned as she pointed towards the toy she just threw, “I got angry and threw my toy. I tried chewing on it, but I couldn’t affect the dumb thing!” she pouted, crossing her arms.
Fluttershy giggled, handing her child the cup of apple cider, “Don’t be too hard on yourself. It’s a teething ring, it’d be broken if you could dent it. Now drink up, it’s getting around lunch time.
“A sippy cup?” She asked, cautionaly wrapping her lips around it. She took a curious jab at the spout with her tongue before looking up at her mom. “I don’t need a sippy cup, I won’t spill my drink. I promise!”
“No baby…” Fluttershy bantered, walking over to the changing table. She grabbed a few of the baby diapers and aligned them straight before putting them back into one of their wooden side compartments. She took a deep breath and smiled, “I think it’d be best if you just use the sippy cup. I just don’t want any more accidents.”
“I’m not gonna pee myself though!” Scootaloo said, setting down the sippy cup and picking up her sandwich; it was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Indignantly, she took a bit of the end of the sandwich and gave it a big chomp.
Her face started to feel hot as she looked up nervously at her mommy. She couldn’t believe she just back talked her, as if she had any room to speak. She was the one who had a problem with screwing things up, but she knew she could drink from a cup. Silently, she looked at the ground in shame.
“No baby, I know you’re not going to have an ‘accident’. I’m just being cautious.” The mother said, walking away towards the door. Smiling, she nodded at her baby, “I’m going to be back real soon, I just gotta get my protein shake from my room.
Opening her baby’s bedroom door, she stepped out and closed it behind her. She walked down her cranky wooden staircase and to the kitchen where her bottles of protein were. She walked across the blank and white checkered floor and to her old monochrome fridge where she got a plastic bottle from.
She shook it in her hand for a quick minute and then broke a laminated plastic seal. She shut the fridge door and walked out of the retro looking room. She took a quick glance at the place, its modern appliances clashed so bad with the rest of her house’s rustic wooden over theme. Ignoring her eyesore of a cooking room, she walked back to her stairwell and came back up the stairs.
“I’m back b-“ was all the sad little child heard before a painful silence broke her desperate urge to sob. She looked at her mommy, ignoring the cold wet stain that coated her chest and the crotch of her footie pajamas. “I-I-I..” she muttered, being a wave of freezing cold air travel up her spine.
Her facial expression became jaded. The tears running down her face stopped. Her eye contact turned towards a distant space as she struggled to gather herself. ‘Not again! Stupid, stupid, stupid…’ she thought to herself as she hit her temple with the palm of her balled up fist. She knew she was in for it now.
“Oh dear…” Fluttershy walked over to her daughter and lifted her up with both arms. She held her daughter a small distance from her body as she carried her to the changing table. Setting the small girl unto the white padded surface, she asked, “H-how did you pee that fast?”
“I-It’s not pee!” Scootaloo cried, blushing indigently as her mother undid the footie pajamas, “It’s juice. I spilled it all over myself.”
“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry I must not have tightened the top enough.” She said, lifting her child up a bit as she struggled to get every bit of the purple PJ’s off her skinny body. She blushed a bit, as she slowly pulled the footie pajamas off her daughter’s slightly shaky legs.
Tossing the pajamas to the side, she walked back over to the dresser and grabbed the first thing that she had seen. She giggled a bit at the combination she had found, she was sure Scootaloo wouldn’t mind.
Walking back to her daughter, she hooked the elastic of her baby’s panties with her fingers and slowly lifted them off from her raised legs. Reaching into the cabinet below her, Fluttershy grabbed the first thing her hand came in contact with.
Using both hands, she unfolded the dark blue garment in her hands. She stretched the side elastic with her hands and laced her daughter’s legs through it’s open holes, “Raise your bottom dear.” she asked warmly.
The daughter waited a moment as she felt a plush softness coat her backside in a snugly warm hug. She panicked for a moment, her heart stopped. Peeking her head up, she asked curiously, “M-mommy. W-why am I in diapers?”
Smiling a bit, Fluttershy lifted the elastic of the leg hole up and poured a good bit of powder inside. “They're technically ‘diaper jeans’. Don't worry; they're pull-ups just like the ones you wear at night. These just-I just had some left over from a gift I got from Rarity a while back ago. She thought they looked really cute and so do I.”
Scootaloo blushed, “Oh-Do I have to use them?” she asked. Her heart beated fasted than she’d ever felt it beat before. Fluttershy was being so nice, she had nothing to complain about. It’s not like she’d be mocked or teased, her mommy probably wouldn’t even punish her. She was willing to do whatever Fluttershy wanted, for her sake.
Fluttershy smiled warmly again, pulling up a pink plaid onesie that she left on the open cubby. She signaled for her daughter to raise her arms. As she did, she guided them through the opened bottom of the shirt and through the holes.
“Yes, I think I might be putting too much pressure on you. If you really have to go potty, tell mommy and she’ll bring out the training toilet.” Fluttershy said, buttoning the crouch of the onesie.
She was shaking a bit on the inside, but after so many breakdowns her daughter had proven herself ‘irresponsible’. She really wasn’t mad at Scootaloo, but it was time she got a chance to unwind a bit. In less than a week her daughters world had changed so much, she shouldn’t have to worry about things; it seemed too cruel to her to expect a child like her to act so independently.
The child’s face went beat read, “B-but I don’t have accidents.”
“That’s the thing…” Fluttershy said, pulling up a denim romper. She lifted her daughter’s legs and began helping her into it, “From now on your ‘accidents’ will be just like going to the bathroom; even at night. I know you could get up and go to the bathroom, but you don’t have to worry about that now. Everything is mommy’s fault now, got that?” she said, hooking the straps over her baby’s shoulders.
Scootaloo breathed deeply but felt tempted to smile. She looked up cautiously at her caretaker with a small grin on her face, “W-what about school?”
“Schools on break Sweetie. There’s no way a country town like Ponyville is gonna plow the road ways for a next days. This Saturday is the start of your winter break anyway. You just relax and let mommy take care of you, it’s what I’m best at!” she cooed, helping her daughter back unto her seat.
Scootaloo chirped at her mommy, “Okay!” she opened her arms wide to be picked up, “what do we do now?”
“Same stuff we’d usually do!” Fluttershy said, opening an arm to the nursery and swinging it as if to display every nook and cranny, “But now the whole nursery is at your command dear. Nothing is too young for you baby. We have some many things we could try!” she said pacing slowly across the room’s softly carpeted floor.
She let her daughter’s wrap her legs around her own tummy. Using a hand to cradle underneath her baby’s bottom, she smiled making contact with her daughter’s soft magenta eyes, “You’re my baby now honey and from now on I’m calling the shots.”
Forming a wider grin, Scootaloo clung to her mom’s chest, “I-I wanna be with you! I always wanna be with you.” She admitted, her eyes getting watery as she irrationally spouted every word from her subconscious, “I-I want more hugs and kisses too!” she meekly whimpered, blushing from her phrasing.
Fluttershy watched as her baby’s face turned rosey again. ‘She was truly okay with this right?’ she thought to herself. On the inside, Fluttershy knew a bit too much about what Scootaloo was going through. She’d known her daughter for whole life and she was only now starting to realize all the mixed messages of false confidence and absent mindedness that’d she’d never noticed before.
It was clear to her that Scootaloo suffered from a disorder and that was alright with her. Of all the things her daughter could be, introverted wasn’t the worst thing that could be. Smiling, she walked her daughter over to the wooden rocking chair in the corner of the room.
In all actuality, she never thought she’d use the chair ever again. A relic from her mother’s side of the family, she hardly ever paid notice to it. After all, the chair itself was more for the benefit of rocking rather than comfort.
She sat on its padding. A light bit of padded white cotton on what was nothing other than a rickety wooden frame. Smiling, she held her baby close to her chest as she rocked back in forth, her feet planted loosely on the ground.
Scootaloo adjusted herself so that her legs came across her mommy’s legs. She leaned over, hugging her caretaker around the waist as she rested the side of her tired her on her mommy’s chest. She could feel the heat radiating from her mother. She could smell the light fusion of dragon fruit and berries that diffused from her mother’s clothes. She loved the plush feeling of fat that seemed beat softly as she sank her had further into it.
She cracked her tired eyes open, lifting her shaky hand into the air. It’d been so long since she broke her habit, it’d been so long since she’d grown out of it. She hated to look childish, but she knew her mother wasn’t going to judge, she understood her too well to ever judge.
Making a small ‘thumbs up’ sign with her small pail hand, she slowly moved it to her lips; opening them slightly. She pushed the rest of the thumb into her mouth, making a seal with her mouth. She peaked her eyes up only to meet her mother’s familiar reassuring expression as she suckled lightly.
“Awe, such a sweetie …” Fluttershy cooed, brushing her fingers though her her baby’s hair. She watched in a prideful admiration as her daughter’s eyes slowly shuttered shut.
It wasn’t every day that she’d seen something so naturally beautiful. The way Scootaloo bawled her fingers in weakly bawled fist, the way Scootaloo’s posture went oddly limp, the feeling of holding the person she cared for most in the world made her blush on the inside. She felt the warm clinginess from her daughter-it was time the girl got some rest.
She stood up with her daughter fast by her side and made her way over to her daughter’s railed bed. Something didn’t feel right about leaving her daughter all alone in such a high place all by herself, what if she were to wake up and trip? Scootaloo was such a dare devil, she’d probably jump off the thing just to prove something…
***
Back in the study, the young mother found herself pulling a new stationary note. Her pen on the paper, she started moving her writing utensil across the fine pink lines of her paper.
“Dear Rainbow Dash,
I’m sorry if it’s been a while since I’ve last sent my message. It’s been a rough day and the postage service wouldn’t appreciate a message to deliver right now; it’s snowing pretty bad. Anyway, I just wanted to talk to you about your daughter. I’m still not happy with the way you just left her, but I couldn’t be happier now that I’m really starting to enjoy being a mommy. Little Scootaloo had so many problems, more so than I could ever understand.
I decided I’d give her a little bit of time for her to be herself and I’m so glad I dd. She really likes the baby stuff from what I can tell. By that, I mean I’m letting her play with my old baby sitting stuff. I noticed her problem with talk, her problem with communicating, her problem with setting her emotions straight. At first I thought the way she was acting was just some anxiety about the move, but now I’m starting to realize that she’s a brilliantly hurt little girl.
She has asperger’s Rainbow Dash, it’s something I’ve been all too familiar with, but I’m sure you know all about that. I just thought it’d be good for Scoots to live a little bit more care free for a while. My plan isn’t to baby her, but to swaddle and love her. I’m going to let her make discoveries and do things by herself in a way that’s not so detrimental to her health. The benefit of me letting her take a step back in her independence is so that she doesn’t feel so guilty when she makes a mistake. I have no idea what you did with your little sister Rainbow Dash, but it’s curtain to me that she’s much better off as my little girl..."
Fluttershy said, clicking her pen shut. She glanced at her paper for a second before scooting back in her seat, staring blankly at her paper. She curled her hands as she read back the letter.
“Hnng?” a young girl questioned, balling up a fist and rubbing her eye. She blink a few times to the pleasant shaded lighting of an otherwise dark room. All around her was the light chime of a nursery chime. She felt something strange around her backside, but she couldn’t pinpoint the cause.
Her heart skipped a beat as she nervously checked her pastel covers. To her surprise, she wasn’t wet, not even a single drop. She smiled but with a confused smirk on her face. Her eyes went crossed as she looked down at the object that her tongue gently suckled back and forth.
“Mmm?” she questioned louder, feeling her sheets. Her bottom felt wet but nothing was wet. She couldn’t grasp her situation, her cheeks felt hot and she was awful warm. She looked around for a clock only to realize that there wasn’t one.
Agitated, she ducked her head back unto her pillow and suckled lightly on the nipple in her mouth. She covered her head with her hands, trying to block out the light while she figured out what was going on.
A knock came from the door, it was Fluttershy carrying something in her hands. She walked towards her daughter feeling the sheer warmth of the nursery’s air coat her whole body. Smiling, she asked her daughter, “Did my little baby girl have a good nappy?”
Dazed by her situation, Scootaloo rubbed her eyes and looked up woofully at the intruder. She blinked a few times before nodding. Under her pacifier, she was grinning; but no one could tell that from underneath the plastic mouth guard.
“Mmm, I’m good to hear it sweetie. I brought you some water to suckle on.” The mother chirped happily as she handed her daughter a sippy cup filled with cold water, “I made sure to give you one with an extra tight lid, just in case my baby gets curious again!”
Scootaloo felt a rush of shame reheat her nerves. Feeling thrown back into her new situations, she looked down submissively at her sippy cup. She grabbed both handles with her hands and brought it to her lips, not taking a moment to question Fluttershy’s motivation for it.
“I’m sorry for such a rude awakening sweetie if I did wake you abruptly. I was just having a conversation with your school; it’s cancelled for indefinitely for today and tomorrow.” Fluttershy said, walking over to the changing table. She pulled out a puffy diaper and started to undo it, “I also wanted to make sure you don’t get a rash. You were asleep for a good three hours you know?”
She walked up to her daughter’s crib and looked down empathetically at her increasingly blushing child’s face, “Yes sweetie, I know you wet yourself; at least I’m pretty sure. The doctor said no liquids before you fall asleep. That’s alright though, cause’ only big girls have to worry about bed wetting.”
Done with her water, Scootaloo set it on her mattress and raised her hands into te sky, pleading to be picked up by her favorite person in the world. With a quick hoist into the air, she found herself clinging tightly to her mother’s chest again. She rested her ear on the right side of her mom’s chest as she listened patiently for her heart beat. She didn’t want to say anything, it would be too embarrassing. But she really did want to be with no one else but her mommy right now.
‘Bu-dum, bu-dum, bu-dum’. She listened quietly to, finding it hard to think of much else t the moment. A pair of soft lips kissed her forehead, no doubt her mothers. She melted further into her embrace, nuzzling Fluttershy’s breast again.
“Awe, sweetie! Does my little angel find something interesting about her mommy’s boobies?” she joked, bringing her child over to the changing table and setting her flat on its plastic covered padded surface.
The child blushed, missing the sardonic overtones of her mother’s words. She looked up at the ceiling in a glazed awe as she felt her outfit being tugged at. In a process that felt like it’d taken hours to complete, both her romper and onesie’s buttons were undone; leaving nothing but the thing she feared most.
“Oh wow, such a little soaker!” Fluttershy continued to tease, ripping the diaper’s tapes off and letting the soggy pull on diaper’s front fall flat unto the table below. She rolled her eyes, the truthfulness in her earlier statement made her cringe a bit on the inside; she knew Scootaloo’s condition. Maybe it’d be best to leave peeing jokes out of the teasing.
A set of hands moved quickly in front of Scootaloo’s face to cover up the increasingly noticeable smirk she was giving. She peaked her eyes out from under her hands quick enough only to see a poufy white diaper that soon crept its way under her bottom, hugging her around her waist.
“Huh? No powder?” Scootaloo questioned, sniffing the air for the scent of the anti-rash agent. A set of hand grabbed her around the sides and flipped her onto her tummy. She felt her mother’s soft hand pull back the elastic of the leg and pour some random amount of powder unto the exposed part of her behind.
“Hehe! That should be good enough.” Fluttershy giggled, flipping her child back unto her padded rump. She worked quickly to re-do the snaps of her daughter’s outfit. Once the outfit itself was fully done, she helped her daughter back unto her tushie.
“All better?” she asked, lifting the small child into the air and close in for a hug. She rested her nose in her child’s ruffled hair and puckered her lips to kiss her daughter on the forehead. Smiling, she nuzzled her a little, “Mmm… I think I need to give you a bath at some point. First though, I think it’s time we get to have a little fun together. Do you wanna play with toys or try something new?”
“I dunno…” Scootaloo paused, looking up jaded. She opened her mouth a bit and stared blankly in front of her before making eye contact with her mom, “I-I guess I wouldn’t mind trying on something different. This outfit isn’t really comfy…” Frowning a little she tugged down on the legs, “It’s a bit short too.”
Scootaloo adjusted herself in her mother’s arms, clinging finding herself a more comfortable position against Fluttershy’s slender figure. Her hands guided themselves up and down Fluttershy’s skinny tummy and graced her plushy boobs.
A shock went up Fluttershy back as she recoiled from the unfamiliar touch of her daughter’s little hands. She winced, shaking off the bizarre tingling tickle on her skin. Giggling she gave her daughter a warm smile, “Hehe, tell mommy if you’re about to touch those; they're sensitive.”
She hugged her daughter close to her chest, using one hand to balance the weight under her daughter’s behind and the other one to press her daughter’s head against her breast. Stopping in the nursery’s doorway, she closed her eyes and watched as Scootaloo took a deep breath and quit moving all together; it made her squee on the inside.
“Hehe, such a good little one!” Fluttershy praises lifting her hand and brushing her fingers through Scootaloo’s messy purple hair. She puckered her lips and leaned in to give her a quick kiss, “Mmm… how about we do give you a bath first. It’ll be good for your hair and it’ll also give you a way to relax a little more.”
Looking down upon Scootaloo, she watched as her eyes opened slightly, only to look up at her with a glaring sense of shame. It must have been conflicting for a kid like her to enjoy cuddling as much as she does. Then again, it’s just another step in regression.
“That sounds like a really good idea, you just keep holding on…” she coos, walking down the hallway and towards the open bathroom entrance. She flicked the light on, revealing the rustic interior of the room. The whole room had a bit of a cabin-like feeling with solid white porcelain everything.
Scootaloo opened her eyes in full and loosened her grip on her mommy. She hopped from her mommy’s arms and unto the floor, landing on her hands and knees. Giggling, she looked up only to find her mother’s worried expression. “What?” she questioned, puckering her eyebrows.
“Nothing sweetie…” The mother said, crouching beside the child and working the denim snaps. “Please don't do that again, mommy doesn't want you getting hurt.” She said, dropping the romper unto the floor below.
Blinking a few times, the child rubbed her hands back and forth between each other. She turned around to face her mother and gave her a false confident smile. Never in a thousand years did she expect to be wearing a onesie again. Of all the ‘help’ she’d received in the past that made her feel patronized, she’d never felt so explicitly exposed to the true intention of a grown up’s acts. In some way, wearing the onesie made her feel insecure, but something else inside her alighted the idea that her mother was all she needed to feel confident.
She closed her eyes and raised her arms as her mother, undid the snaps and lifted the onesie into the air. She looked down at her diaper, it was so bulky. She blushed, she loved it.
“Hehe, in you go sweetie!” Fluttershy said, lifting her child from under her arms and into the cold tub. She leaned over, working the dial to get just the right temperature, “Sit down sweetie, don’t fret about your diapy.”
Following the order, the young girl obediently sat flat on her padded behind. She spread her legs out in front of her, alleviating her stress in the warm water that was puddling up in the bottom of the wash tub. Everything felt so light weight all of sudden, like a great stress was being lifted from her shoulders.
The water splashed against her plastic back diaper. Its thirsty padding swallowed as much of the warm substance, inflating with the overabundant amount of the bath water. She tried moving, but the suction the diaper formed on the tub’s floor kept her in place. She giggled, looking up happily at her mother.
Fluttershy smiled, grabbing a wash cloth. She dabbed it with a bit of sob and lathered its wet cotton back and forth. “You’ll smell so good…” she said, rubbing the wash soap up and down the child’s arm and back. She moved her hands over Scoot’s back. She rubbed small circles on the child’s weak, semi-tan skin.
“Ooh honey, you’ve got to be more careful sweetie. Your back is all scratched up. Mmm, you worry me sick sometimes.” She continued, scrubbing at the scarred over skin; little notches and darkened spots showing the results of non-other than failed attempts at her past stunts.
The child’s breathing became deeper and less faint as she stared blankly at the facet’s running water. Her mind went blank, as the only thing that came to mind was a meek, “I-I’m sorry.” Her facial expression sunk and tears swelled up in the corner of her eyes. She covered her wet hands and started sobbing.
She tried moving her legs, but her flooded diaper was completely submerged under water and the suction it had towards the bottom of the tub only got stronger. She managed to bend her knees a little. Still unable to close them due to the bulk of her diaper, she lowered her head down as far as she could.
Reaching towards the shower head, Fluttershy cranked a small polythene handle which turned the water pressure towards the hose she was holding. She hovered it over the child’s head and back and let it start wetting everything down.
“Is something wrong sweetie?” She asked, setting the shower head in the water and letting its warm jet hit the back of her child’s diaper. Leaning over and grabbing a bottle of baby shampoo from under her sink, she poured a bit into her hands.
Scootaloo wiped the tears from her eyes as best she could and shook her head, “I’m so dumb, I could’ve really hurt myself. I’m so stupid!” she yelled, getting angrier with herself. She was always doing reckless stuff, just to impress her friends. ’How could I be so selfish?’ she thought to herself as she balled up her fist and hit the water below her.
“Easy baby…” was all the child heard before a set of gentle hands gripped her scalp and started gently weaving in and out between locks of hair. She closed her eyes and pushed her head back a little into her mommy’s soothing actions. Smirking, she melted into the actions of her mother.
She peaked her eyes up, only to feel a luke-warm splash of water cool every strand of her now glistening long hair. Closing her eyes, she listened for her mother’s calming voice, “You’re being too hard on yourself; you just got relax and let it go. If you feel hurt, or sad, or mad at yourself, just let it go. Is there something on your mind that’s making you feel angry?”
Swallowing hard, the child nodded, “I-I’ve just been doing too many dangerous things and it’s really dumb actually. A-also I have a small tummy ache.”
Fluttershy opened her eyes wide, realizing what her child just said. As gently as she could, she leaned over to turn off the water valve. She waved her hand, gathering the attention of her child and smiled, “Mommy’ll be right back with your cloths and a towel.”
Done with her small speech, she leaned over to pull the plug on the tub, letting the soapy water drain. She looked at her child for a moment longer, giving Scootaloo a warm empathetic look before bolstering out of the bathroom.
Scootaloo smiled, watching as her mommy scattered out of the bathroom for a short while. She looked down at her diaper. It ballooned in the front and she couldn’t see the back but she could tell that it was also latined with water as well.
“Hehe!” She giggled standing up in the tub. As she did, several ounces of water came out of the saturated padding and ran down he leg; some of it even drip directly onto the bottom of the tub. The actual diaper itself hung off of her bottom, exposing quite a bit of her rump. Giggling, she experimentally wiggled her behind back and forth letting the white diaper swing back and forth.
“Awe, having fun there?” Fluttershy asked, watching the diaper slowly slide down the child’s waist until plopping onto the cold porceline beneath her. Using her hands to guide the child out of the tub, she started rubbing the towel up and her daughter’s wet skin.
Scootaloo cringed a second as her mommy started rubbing the towel over her head, ruffling her hair a bit in the process. Blushing, she looked back at the diaper, “Yeah, I was having fun.” She looked back over at Fluttershy, “Is that my outfit?” she asked, rubbing her hand nervously up and down her other arm.
“Mmmhmm…” Fluttershy nodded, pouring some oil into her hand and rubbing it unto her daughter’s exposed tushie. Likewise with the powder, she poured a plentiful amount of it into her hands and sprinkled it on her. She grabbed a new diaper and brought it up between Scootaloo’s legs, taking less than a minute to tape it snug around her waist.
“Now for the top…” She said, diligently working her daughter’s head through the opening in her new body suit. The onesie was like the one she had early. However this one had long sleeves, was white, had a pink trim, and pink hearts scattered throughout it.
Scootaloo stared blankly at the doorway, as her mom leaned over and began buttoning the bottom of the outfit. She blushed a bit as she felt something warm on come out her backside; it was just gas.
“Oh my.” The mother giggled, shaking her head a little before refocusing on dressing her daughter. She grabbed the pair of pink legging and opened the elastic for her daughter to step into. Pulling them up her daughter’s legs, she wiggled them around her daughter’s poufy diaper.
Dusting her hands off, Fluttershy grabbed the grayish towel and tossed it over the shower hamper, letting it dry off for another day. She grabbed the soggy diaper within the bath tub and rang it out. She tossed it into a nearby trash bin.
“Ready to go Scoots?” she asked, opening the bathroom doorway fully.
The child nodded, waddling a bit after her mother as they left the bathroom. She reach down, grabbing the pile of clothes of hers that had amassed over the past couple of days. “Mommy, my clothes are still in her.” She said, holding up several items with both her arms; she couldn’t carry very much.
“Oh-right.” The mother responded, picking the clothes up herself. She sorted through the clothes; nothing but the trashy t-shirts and jeans Rainbow Dash had given her before she left. A pair of ‘white’ panties caught Fluttershy’s attention. ‘Scootaloo must have left these in her a while ago.’ She thought to herself as she mentally scanned for the trash can.
She pivoted her body and shot the old panties in the trash can along with a cyan shirt. “No need for some of those, there’s no point in wearing those.” She said as she used her hand to guide her child out into the hallway.
Scootaloo followed soon after, walking from the center of the bathroom all the way back to her room. By the time she got there, her mom had tossed the remaining clothes into the clothes hamper and was eagerly awaiting her.
“Hehe, such a cute baby…” Fluttershy said, picking the girl up in her arms. She hugged daughter close to her chest and wrapped a hand underneath her daughter’s bottom as she asked, “So, you wanna play with some toys, or do you wanna watch some tele?”
Scootaloo looked blankly in front of her as she pondered the question. She had no idea how long she had with the stuff in this room, she had even less of a concept of how long she had spent with the toys already. She panned her head over at her crib as a something unique caught her eye. An eager grin came across her face as she smiled, “Ooh, stuffies!” she said pointing towards her mattress.
Fluttershy’s eyes went wide as she realized what her daughter was pointing at. Something inside her understood that stuffed animals might be more of a childhood fascination, but everyone enjoys a good stuffed animal. It was only right for Scootaloo to play with them.
She walked over to the crib, lightly placing her daughter feet first onto the crib. She hit the mobile on and grabbed a small walkie talkie like device from the side of the crib’s service. She reached over and turned the dial on a small device that hung off the side of the white crib’s wood, “It’s called a ‘baby monitor’. If you need mommy, just say so.
Looking down at Scootaloo, it was more than obvious that she was far more interested in playing with the various cutesie animals that she had gathered from over the years. The child seemed to slow down when hugging any one of the toys; no doubt she was anxious about the outfit. She seemed to use a fluffy black dog toy to cover the majority of her front; she was sitting crossed legged.
Fluttershy looked around the room; she’d actually managed to lose the attention of her daughter. Awkwardly, she made brisk steps backwards out of the nursery. She cleared her throat, “U-uh, Scootaloo? I’m going to make snack.”
The child’s mind flashed, refocusing on her mommy figure as she closed the doorway behind her. Her nerves tensed up and released like a spring as her body warmed up. Suddenly the cloudless train of thought she’d developed while being enticed by her animals suddenly became fogged with a sense of hollow emptiness.
She couldn’t stand feeling alone, not that being with someone right now other than her mother would really make her feel ‘nice’. Her feet felt cold, as if there was really a subtle breeze inside her nursery. Her nursery felt cold, but she knew it wasn’t. It just felt ‘cold’.
Her hands reached over and lightly clutched a nearby white teddy bear and held it close to he chest. Her head delved down into the white bear’s plush overcoat. She blushed despite knowing there was no one in the room with her.
Tapping her fingers around the bear’s sides and back, eventually giving it another tight squeeze; She nommed the ear, licking it’s velvety ear up and down slowly as she paced her breath. She looked up at her mobile as a shocking revelation came to mind.
She scattered around the crib, ripping up some of the pastel colored blankets in search for the desire in her mind. She picked up the blanket and her throw blanket underneath it. Smiling, she found what she was missing. With a small victorious grin on her face, she held up a white pacifier and immediately pushed it’s rubber nipple between her lips.
“Mmm…” she sounded as she laid back on the mattress, feeling the plush softness of the blankets and her pillow engulf her back. She grabbed her teddy bear and hugged it close to her chest, melting in the softness. She closed her eyes and ducked her feet under her blankets.
Turning on her side, she felt herself slowly become weightless as she drifted into sleep…
“Scootaloo?” Fluttershy questioned as she stepped into the nursery. ‘She couldn’t have been gone more than ten minutes, what happened?’ the mother questioned as she stepped towards the crib.
Looking down at her child, she could tell instantly that her daughter was blacked out again. “Awe, poor baby.” Fluttershy cooed, setting down a tray of cookies. Grabbing the sippy cup filled with milk she had prepared, she ran her fingers up and down the side of the plastic as she contemplated the situation.
“Well…” she whispered to herself as she made her way over to a small cabinet. Scanning through the various baby bottles she had, she pulled out the biggest one she could and set it on the wooden counter space down below.
Popping the top off of both the sippy cup and the bottle, she poured the sippy cup’s milk into the other container and sealed it shut. She carried it to her daughter and through a tricky maneuver; replaced the pacifier’s nipple with the milk dripping nipple of her new bottle.
The child’s hands let go of the bear as the both of them gripped unto the bottle’s polythene sides. Her expression turned from jaded to relieve as her curled up fetal position lessened a little.
Fluttershy stared in admiration as her daughter appeared to loose herself in a dream. “Mmm, baby.” She sounded, rehooking the baby monitor and turning the mobile a little with her finger. She smiled, brushing her hand lovingly through Scootaloo’s short haircut, “You know how proud I am of you? You’re the best little girl a momma could have Scoots. You’re the most precious thing to me. Enjoy your nap sweetie; Momma will be here in the morning. I promise.” She cooed.
“Hnng.” Scootaloo moaned, shifting a little bit. A sudden dead silence was filled with the subtle sounds of *pomfing* from the child.
Smirking, the mother giggled a bit under her breath. ‘It’d be best if I get prepared now’, Fluttershy said, pacing over to the changing table.
***
“H-huh?” The young girl question as she felt an uncomfortable breeze send a shiver down her spine. She opened her eyes, rubbing them with her palms to keep them from closing. Her vision went from blurry to crystal clear as she recognized the figure that stood over her; it was her mommy. Her face lightened up as a grin grew across her face. Meekly she muttered “Momma!” as she threw her hands into the air.
Fluttershy moved her hands over to an open container of wipes as she delivered a warm smile to her favorite baby. She gave the child a warm smile as she began lightly wiping her messy behind. Under her calm motherly expression, she was on the verge of giggling widely at her daughter’s dazed confusion.
“Is something a matter?” she asked, bringing out the powder and pounding the bottom of it’s container.
An aroma of an infantile nature fumigated Scootaloo’s nose as the realization of what she did came to mind. She blushed, feeling a whole new wave of shame wash over her body. Her body tensed as she watched her mom lift a new diaper into the air.
“I-I-Why?” she asked, lifting her feet into the air. Looking at her tummy, she could see she was still wearing her body suit. ‘Why?’ was the only thing flowing through her mind. She never had a trouble pottying in that way and she most certainly had no objection to using the restroom.
“Cause sweetie….” Fluttershy said, pushing a crisp poofy diaper under her child’s powder caked bottom. Smiling, taped the garment snug around her baby’s waist, “you’re just a baby. You know you can’t control your pottying anymore than you can control the little waddle you do.”
She smiled, pulling a pair of pink leggings up her daughter’s legs and past her padded bottom. The design of the animals around the front was completely visible when the tights were completely covering her bottom.
Scootaloo looked up dazed at her mother. She shook her head and lifted her arms upwards towards her mommy, “Mmm.”
Fluttershy wrapped her hands around her daughter’s body and brought her close against her chest. Smiling, she started patting her daughter’s bottom, “Awe baby girl. You don’t know your limits yet. You just got to let mommy take care of your little accidents. It’s not your fault you had a little blowout earlier, mommy shouldn’t have fed you something that’d upset your tummy so much.”
“Oh why?” the child said, sinking her head into the space between both her mom’s breast, “This is so incredibly embarrassing. Ugh!” shaking a bit, she squeezed her mom extra tight.
Ignoring her daughter’s hug, she paced her way over to a small contraption and set her baby down. Coughing a little, she caught the attention of her daughter who was now sitting on the ground looking a bit lost. It took her a second, but she eventually caught eye contact with her baby.
“Hello?” Fluttershy said, waving a hand at her baby. “Anyway, this thingy right here will help make your legs a little stronger and it’ll make your coordination better. It might be a bit young for you, but I think you’ll have some fun playing with it.” She said, lifting her daughter up and lacing her legs though it’s holes.
“Comfy?” She questioned.
A bizarre curiosity swept crossed the child’s mind as she bounced up a little, but was still unable to crawl out of the contraption. Her tummy was completely caught in the thing, leaving only the upper part of her chest to move around.
“Let me just…” The mother muttered, hitting the wheel lock off. “There you go, you can walk a little bit now baby.”
“Hmm…” Scootaloo said, messing with a few tracker balls on the walker’s tray. Smiling, she looked up at her mommy and asked, “What’s thing called?”
“It’s called a ‘baby walker’ sweetie. It’s meant to help get baby’s out of their toddling days. Not to mention it should be fun for you. Look, a spinney rainbow thing!” she giggled, flicking a rotating ball. Turning her cheek to Scootaloo, she walked over to hanging T.V on the wall and hit the on switch. She hit the channel buttons and switched it to something she found a little more ‘appropriate’ for her baby.
“Huh? Isn’t that a little kid’s channel?” The child question slowly walking up to the flat screen and looking up aimlessly at it.
The mother nodded, watching how her daughter’s basic pink tights clashed with the walkers more elaborate pink seat. Smiling, she hopped up in the air a bit, “Ooh, I need to get you bloomers. Ooh, you’d looked so adorable in them!” she cooed, biting her thumb a bit.
Scootaloo crossed her arms and pouted, “What am I, Your little dress up doll?”
Giggling, Fluttershy shook her head, “Hehe, not really sweetie. But the bloomers would look nice on you. You’ve got a cute little tushie.” She smirked, watching as her baby’s face turned from pouty to blushy again.
“Ugh…” Scootaloo groaned, planting her head on the tray and walking forward a bit. Despite her obvious embarrassment, she actually really enjoyed the compliment. Why someone would call her butt ‘cute’ was beyond her understanding, but it still sounded nice.
The mother smile watching her baby move about the room a little. It was weird how well Scootaloo fell under the role of a toddler. She really did need help, how she went this long without showing her younger side was astonishing. ‘Scootaloo was probably having a great time’. She thought to herself.
She walked over to the counter white counter top that she used to prepare food in the nursery. She reached for a small pumping device and put it back into an overhead shelves. She reached her hand over to a small yellow cookie jar and picked out one of the snacks she’d made from earlier in the day and walked it over to her daughter.
Scootaloo was too busy looking at the colorful cartoonish animals gallivanting across the screen to realize what was going on around her. In the corner of her eye, she watched her mom drop a few cookies onto the tray and make her way out of the room.
Suddenly, the child’s composter became less constructed. She was alone and the tele was playing pretty loud. Shakily, her hands grabbed a hold of one of the cookies and she took a small bite, letting one of the small chocolate chips melt on her tongue.
She smiled, using her legs to bounce up and down in the walker. Taking another bite of the cookie, she started to babble every poorly constructed word that came to mind. “I-ye-bae-ee.” She moaned, droll dribbling down her chin as she made up more syllables.
Her knees buckled the rest of her body in a state of balanced strain and relaxation. She melted into her seat, feeling a warmth that she’d become all too familiar with. She squeed, blushing as she took another bite of her cookie. Smiling, she hit the rainbow ball and watched as it spun around, “I-de baby!”
***
Inside her room, Fluttershy’s hand eagerly went across her letter as she jotted down every word that came to mind. It was hard coming up with the right words, but she wanted to tell her friend everything.
“Dear Rainbow Dash,
Oh, I’ve had so much fun taking care of Scootaloo. I don’t care what I said earlier about being a bad mommy, I’m a great mommy! I’m not sure what it is about the site of Scootaloo and her padded behind, but it melts my heart every time I see her! Have you ever gotten a chance to take care of a baby? A chance to hold some one smaller than you in your arms and knowing you’re their whole world? She’s so cute; she hugs me and wants me to talk to her and to play with her.
She’s also learning how to relax more now! She started off hugging some stuffed animals and by the time I got back she was completely tuckered out. I’d love to know what was going on in her mind as she fell asleep. I’d imagine someone her age really enjoys playing with stuffed animals, let alone cuddling with them.
Still, I worry about her bathroom habits. I’m aware she has acute damage in her vaginal muscles, but I can’t pin-point her actions entirely. After leaving to make a bottle of milk for Scootaloo, I noticed her diaper was all bulgy. She messed herself, enough so that it came out of the sides of her diaper.
I know it’s technically called a ‘blowout’ and I used that term around her, but it really does concern me a bit. I plan on changing her diet a little bit tonight. Hopefully some baby food and milk will help settle her tummy better. If not, I’m sure she’ll still enjoy the taste of strained carrots and my milk.
I’ll tell you how it goes next letter. Heck, the snow is getting so bad that I’m going to have to wait to send these letters anyway. Hopefully by then I’ll be able to get to play with Scootaloo a little bit more, maybe help her potty train, and maybe help her learn to deal with stress more. Anyhow, I hope you’re enjoying yourself. ~Fluttershy.”
Fluttershy clicked her pen, shutting it closed and she stood up from her study table. She walked over to her crispy wooden dresser and opened its rustic looking shutters to reveal a different outfit.
Her hands scanned behind and undid her bra. Sighing, she started removing clothes until she was completely undressed. She grabbed made her way over to her drawer and brought out new underwear. This time the underwear was a basic white design opposed to the baby blue stripes she wore earlier. She wasn’t one for scandalous clothes to begin with and she most certainly wasn’t going to be wearing it around her baby.
She sat down on her bed and laced her feet through her panties. Smiling, she pulled them up her legs and around her butt. No matter how big her panties were, she always struggled to get them around her butt for some reason it seemed.
Smirking a bit, she grabbed a similarly colored bra and laced her arms through its straps. She did the hinges properly, then rotated it to accommodate for her boobs. She smiled warmly looking down at the bra. She knew there was something unique about her bra, something that she never expected she’d use for real.
She reached over to the side of her bed and brought a light lacey gown over her shoulders. She always enjoyed this gown in particular. Something about its design screamed to her young but not flashy. Bringing its straps over her shoulders, she laid back in her bed, planting the back of her head into her blankets.
“Huh?” She questioned, hearing a small vibrating noise come across the room. She sat up straight and hopped to her feet and ran over to her jeans. Searching through the pockets, she noticed a string of missed messages; they were all from Mrs. Cake.
She read the text out loud to herself, “Fluttershy, are you alright? It was hectic getting home and I was just checking to make sure you and little Scooty got home safe. Call me as soon as you read this.”
Fluttershy blinked her eyes a few times; hectic weather conditions around this time of the year meant one thing. She walked over to her dresser, pulling out a pair of fuzzy white booty socks.
Her curiosity got to her as she inched her way towards her bedroom window. Looking outwards at the forest, she saw nothing but an array of beautifully snow caked trees and an enormous field of snow covered grassy plains.
Her mind alighted to the idea of making a nice fire place downstairs or maybe taking Scootaloo out for a bit to play in the snow. Very well, she could even just take her daughter to the window to look at the same beautiful icy landscape she got the opportunity to witness so often.
That aside, it’d be best if she talked to Mrs.Cake a little first.
“Mmm, it’s all too much.” The mother said, turning her back on the beautiful scenery behind her. She did a hop down from the step that elevated her open floor room and into her baby’s bedroom. Nothing seemed any more out of place than usual.
To her amusement, her baby girl looked absolutely memorized at the site of some cartoonish butterfly cut outs that flaunted about the screen, taking in context that made the conflict of the plot even more apparent than Scootaloo’s diapered behind. In a way, she couldn’t be happier with her child’s amusement; it might help her with deductive reasoning a bit.
Paying no mind to her mother, the child stared aimlessly upon the flat plasma screen. Her eyes shifted back and forth to comprehend every color, shape, and facial expression the characters made. She paid no mind to anything else in the room, not even her mother.
Understanding Scootaloo’s fascination, Fluttershy did her best to re-close the bedroom door; it wasn’t like her baby was going anywhere. Some privacy might be nice though.
She stepped lightly across her bedroom floor, doing small twirls occasionally to break in the feel of wearing a gown again. She missed her grown so much, it seemed like taking care of a child resulted in her passing out in nothing but her panties and t-shirt. It’s not that she wanted to sleep half-naked, but when her child wanted to sleep, she didn’t want to bother undoing the back of her gown and everything.
She walked back towards her window. Peaking outside, she noticed something she was not expecting; burning white headlights that were filtered by the static white winter snow. Come to think of it, it really was starting to get late.
A sudden ringing startled her. She ran over to her bed and started rampantly turning her blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals upside down to find it. Picking it up, she was scrolled her thumb right to unlock it and picked up the call; it was Mrs.Cake.
“Yes?” She questioned.
Mrs.Cake’s voice sounded shaky, as if it were nervous, “Well dearie, how do I put this. May I come by real quick, like maybe spend the night? I was giving Big Mac a ride home, he walked to the bakery today. I’ve been letting him drive, but even he’s having trouble staying on the road, and driving is his forte.”
“Ooh.” Fluttershy said surprised, “Well… I guess that’s alright. I-I’ve been meaning to talk to Big Mac again. I-I might have forgot his num-“ a sudden knocking from downstairs brought the young women right to her feet.
She raced across her room, past the nursery and bathroom and down the stairs to the front door. She adjusted her night gown a little, along with her brassiere. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door.
“Oh my… Big Mac, Mrs. Cake. Are you two alright?” She said, scanning her eyes up and down the two’s bodies. Mrs.Cake looked alright for the most part aside from a few light bruises on her hand and face. Big Mac looked critically worse. The bruise on his face aside, he shared the space with a small gash that ran across the length of his cheek and his Leather bomber jacket was cut all the way across the front.
“I’m fine Fluttershy, thanks for asking. Would you mind guiding me to a sink, I might need to clean this cut out?” Big Mac said, closing the door behind him. He stared at Fluttershy for a moment before blushing a little, “A-ah’m sorry I didn’t give ya a heads up, I lose control of the wheel and crashed Mrs.Cake’s Dodge in ditch. You might wanna deal with her first, she might need ya more at the moment.”
Fluttershy looked over at Mrs.Cake. It seemed like the two’s eye contact got stronger as Mrs.Cake started to tear up. Without thinking about it, she threw herself into a hug, wrapping her arms around Mrs.Cake’s pea-coat and squeezing hard.
“I-I’m sorry I’m so shaky dear, It’ was one doozy of a crash. I’m sorry for inconveniencing you.” Mrs.Cake said, rubbing her hand soothingly up and down Fluttershy’s back.
“I-it’s alright Mrs.Cake…” She said, watching as Big Mac took off his leather jacket to reveal a jet black shirt which melded around his back muscles. She kept her daze as she broke the hug never looking away from her crush, “I was going to call Big Mac if I got a chance. I’ve just been so busy with Scootaloo that I’ve forgot about my other obligations. Wait, this isn’t about me. Are you doing alright?”
The middle aged women gave the girl a warm smile as started cheering up a bit, “I’m doing fine aside from a few boo-boos. I’m going to guess that little Scoots is doing alright too. I heard she got today and tomorrow off.”
“Yeah, she got today and tomorrow off.” Fluttershy nervously spoke. “I need to tell you something by the way, but I need to wait for this cutie to come back here.” She said, her voice heightening a little bit as the muscle bound greaser stepped up behind Mrs.Cake.
He gave a polite smile to the pink haired girl, it’d been so long since they’d last talked. ‘She couldn’t look away, probably a good sign’ he thought to himself.
“Hehe, I missed you.” The usually timid girl said, running up and hugging Big Mac and a ‘tight embrace’. She barely could make a dent in his fit composter, but that didn’t stop her from burying her head in his chest.
Big Mac spoke no words as he wrapped his arms around the girl, placing his hand half way up her back as he brought her in for a hug. It’d been a while since he had gotten a hug.
The girl broke away from the hug and stepped back a bit. Blushing a shade of red, she smiled looking up at the figure that stood a good thirty centimeters taller than her. “Well… I just wanted you both to know that Scootaloo and I have been doing a bit of roleplaying. Since this morning, I’ve been helping her cope with her Asperger’s; she does have Asperger’s Big Mac.” She said, looking up at the big figure in front her. “Anyway, I just need you guys to realize that I’m babying her full time; diapers and all. I know it’s a difficult mind set to be in for strangers, but I need to form a good bond with her and I need her feel stress free when coping with her disability.”
Nervously the other two both nodded. Not that they were against their friend’s plans, but to what extent was Scootaloo being babied was the question. It didn’t matter, Fluttershy always knew best when it came to taking care of things.
Mrs.Cake backed away slowly, her cherry pink blouse being exposed as she took off her pea-coat completely, “I’ll be on the couch resting if you need me. Feel free to catch up you two, you’re big kids now. Also Fluttershy, you can call me Lynn if you want.”
The Fluttershy wasted no time in walking back upstairs. Big mac kicked off his boots and followed behind. Walking over to her bed, she opened her arms wide to her guys friend. “Come here big boy!” she cooed as she blushed redder and redder.
Big Mac was slowly wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her in close, planting a modem kiss on her forehead. It’d been nearly a month since the last time the two had spoken, he thought she had forgotten; clearly she hadn’t.
“My big teddy bear!” she giggled, looking up into his eyes. She gave a cheerful smile, she was so happy to see him again. She lifted her arms up to the guy and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Smiling, the much taller of the two spoke, “I’m sorry about the circumstances, it isn’t everyday you’re caught in downtown ponyville without a ride home. It was a bit dumb for me to walk down there without a ride, I should have left earlier.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m just really happy to see you…” she said, patting the bed. She sat down, “You know how long I’ve waited to talk to you again, it feels like forever”. She watched as her lover boy next to her, “I know it’s been a while, but taking care of Scootaloo has really got me tied down a bit. It’s hard being a single mother.” She said, looking up a little bit sad at Big Mac.
Big Mac smiled, “Well, you know ah’m good with children; even if it’s a seven year old baby girl. Still, ah’m sure I can handle taking care of her if ya want. Ah met her before ya know, she’s one of Applebloom’s best friends.”
“I know… y-you want me to grab her for you?” The girl said, standing up and walking towards the nursery, “Just be careful with what you say. She’s really sensitive about herself actions right now.”
Fluttershy made quiet steps into the nursery and slowly raised her voice to gather the attention of her baby, “Scoots… Momma has a special someone who wants to meet you.” She said, reaching underneath Scootaloo’s underarms and bringing her into a cradle against her body.
Scootaloo raised an eyebrow, feeling herself tensing up at the prospect of meeting a new person. She most certainly wasn’t expecting company when it was this late at night. As she was carried through the doorway, her eyes met with the ginger haired country looking boy that was Big Mac; her heart sank.
“It’s alright baby…” the mother cooed, setting her child in the man’s lap. “This is your mommy’s boyfriend, he’s spending the night with me.” She said, winking at the man.
Feeling a bit on edge, Scootaloo looked up at the farm boy with a terrified expression. She looked hopelessly up into his emerald colored eyes. She made a dazed expression, she had no idea how to react.
“Awe, well aren’t you a cute little missy.” The terminator-esc looking guy said, smiling warmly at the baby child on his lap. He reached out a hand, letting the child wrap her hand around a few of his fingers. Faking modesty, he laughed a little, “Hehe, someones a friendly girl, ain’t she?”
Smiling, Scootaloo relaxed a little bit in Big Mac’s lap. As if he were her mother, she leaned her head against his chest and closed her eyes to listen for a heartbeat. Melting into her embrace, she wrapped her small arms as best as she could around the farm boy’s well built abdominal muscles.
“Awe, she’s so lovely isn’t she. You wanna carry her downstairs so she can meet her auntie?” Fluttershy asked, sitting up and walking into the nursery quickly to grab something. Coming back out, she paced quickly to the stairwell, “Come on Big Mac, Scootaloo won’t be up much longer. She’s a sleepy girl.”
Standing up, Big Mac wrapped her hand around the child’s bottom, letting her continue to lean up against his chest to hear his heart beat. Pacing himself over to the stairwell, he too walked down it’s rickety hollow wood form and down to the living room.
Mrs.Cake looked back from her seat on the couch and stared as the couple made their way into the main area of the room where she was sitting. She watched as Big Mac took a seat next to her, the couch cushion shifted down a bit in his direction to accommodate for the weight distribution. Next to him, the young owner of the house planted her seat down next to him.
“All settled?” The women giggled, looking at other two. Smiling, she looked at Big Mac, “And who’s this cutie pie? I didn’t know Fluttershy had such a beautiful baby girl.”
Scootaloo broke her concentration from her hug. She balled up her fist and rubbed the sand out of her eyes. Blushing a little bit, she looked tiredly at Mrs.Cake, “I’m notta baby.” She protested.
“Awe, yes you are Scoots…” Fluttershy intervened, slowly pushing her daughter’s white pacifier into her mouth. “She gets a little bit cranky at night. Don’t worry, she just is getting a bit hungry. I still need to make her dinner.” She said standing up.
Big Mac watched as Fluttershy walked to the living room’s fireplace and flipped on the gas valve. He wasn’t going to mention it, but it was getting a bit cold. No wonder Scootaloo was so accustomed to clinging unto people.
Mrs.Cake meanwhile smiled at the child. She reached her hand out and brushed a finger underneath Scootaloo’s chin, “Awe, you’re such a little cutie pie. Your outfit looks really good on you by the way.” She complimented, looking at the child’s tights and body suit. Scootaloo really was small for her age.
Scootaloo blushed, as she broke away from her embrace with Big Mac. Slowly, she got on her knee and crawled off of his lap and onto the couch. She watched her mother light the burner as she laid back in her seat.
“All done…” Fluttershy said, turning around and going to over to her daughter. She smiled, picking her daughter up and cradling her. She carried her baby to the loveseat couch that sat adjactly from the other one. She sat back slowly, giving her back time to adjust to the movement.
Curiously, she looked at the other two. Big Mac was in his usual work jeans, socks, and his Wings t-shirt. She actually quite liked The Wings. Mrs.Cake was in a pink blouse, kauckies, and her shoes. It looked quite nice on her.
Sighing, Fluttershy closed her eyes and let herself sink into her seat. When the idea of what she was about to do first came to mind, she had no intention of having an audience. Still, she knew Scootaloo was hungry.
The child had once again buried her head into the nook of in between her mother’s breast. She felt tired and a little bit embarrassed. How the other two believed she was a baby was beyond her, she was really starting to enjoy it really. It was nice knowing she was being judged kindly.
She peeked her eyes up to looked at her mother. She noticed the white lace gown, the feeling of the warmth from the fire place and the angelic appearance of her mother’s serine smile made her feel at peace with herself.
“Guys… D-do you mind if I nurse her? I can move if you’re not comfortable, I-I understand.” She said, looking down at her baby’s magenta eyes, making sure to never break eye contact. Her heart beat raced with her thoughts as her body temperature rose a little bit.
“Eeynope. Go right ahead.” Big Mac said, nodding at Mrs.Cake. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes. There was no reason to distract his girlfriend from her bonding.
Fluttershy gave her child same smile, before looking down at her breast. She gave a deep sigh as she adjusted to undo her her shoulder strap. It dropped revealing her bra. She wrapped her hands around it’s exterior fabric and peeled it back, revealing an exposed breast.
Scootaloo stared confused at her mother’s boob before staring back into Fluttershy’s eyes.
“Baby, it’s alright.” Fluttershy reassured her baby. “Just wrap your lips around it and suckle like it was you pacifier.” She said grabbing the white mouthguard and pulling it off of her child’s mouth. Smiling, she looked over sheepishly at Mrs.Cake who looked in loving sympathy back at her.
Scootaloo wiped the drool from her mouth. Smiling, she moved her head forwards and sealed her lips around her mommy’s nipple and placed her tiny hands on the side’s of the side of the boobs.
The mother cringed a little, bringing her child into a tight hug as she patiently listened to her child’s suckling. She smiled, leaning in to peck her daughter on the forehead. She felt herself getting a lot warmer, like she was acting as a blanket for her baby; being in complete control of her sleeping.
“Mmm…” The child moaned, getting more comfortable. She tilted her head to the side and listened to her mother’s heartbeat; it was so fast. She could feel her love for her mommy, she could taste it, she could hear it, she could see it, it was simply there and it always would be.
“My baby…” Fluttershy cooed, brushing her hands through Scootaloos long purple hair. She gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead. The pressure on her chest lessened as the weight of her child’s head became heavier on her chest.
Scootaloo’s mind slowed down as her thoughts became less focused. She felt her pacifier’s rubbery nipple renter her mouth and gave it sight pulses with her tongue. Blushing she yawned. Her mind went blank aside from the rhythmic pacing coming from her momma’s heart.
*Buh-dum… buh-dum… buh-dum…*
“Beautiful girl…” Mrs.Cake said, smiling warmly at the baby and her mother. She smiled, standing up and walking towards the stairwell, “I-I’ll be sleeping upstairs I suppose. You three enjoy your night.”
Big Mac stared at Fluttershy and Scootaloo. The way Fluttershy’s eyes went cloudy and shut, the way her lips so gradually pecked her daughter’s forehead. They really were beautiful; he didn’t want to interrupt them though.
Smiling, he turned to rest his head on the couch’s arm. He rested his hands behind his head and stretched his legs out, closing his eyes and yawning.
Fluttershy snuck a peek at the room around her, everything was dim now. The night sky darkened everything, the only light in the room coming from the weak lamp and even weaker flame that burned right in front of her.
She reached a hand over, turning off the table light. She closed her eyes, listening to the soothing silence of the gentle winter sky. All was at peace and all was at rest. She closed her eyes and listened to her child’s light suckling noises as she fell asleep.
“H-huh?” The young mother questioned, yawning as she opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was the room’s dimness; it was still early in the morning. She looked around the room, noticing the kitchen light on in the distance.
“M-Mrs.Cake?” She called, looking down at her child. Scootaloo looked so beautiful. Between her messy hair and the small bit of drool that rested below the child’s blushy cheeks, it was almost certain she was still fast asleep.
The Motherly Baker raced into the living room leaving a trail of loud thumps as she went. She made her way up to Fluttershy, looking down at the fuchsia haired girl’s refreshed expression.
“Are, you alright dear? Did you sleep well?” she asked grabbing Scootaloo and bringing her close to her body. She helped guide Scoots’s hands around her tummy and rested her own hands around the child’s backside and back.
Taking a moment to stretch, Fluttershy shook her head. She blinked a few times and looked up at Mrs.Cake with an excited expression, “I’m actually really awake. Are you sure I shouldn’t handle Scootaloo?”
“Oh, no problem dearie.” Mrs.Cake cooed, patting the child’s behind, “This little tyke needs a diaper change and maybe some more time in her crib, baby’s need a good eleven hours of sleep.”
Fluttershy stood up and ruffled her baby’s hair, “I suppose so, but did she really have an accident?” She looked at her baby concerned; it was weird for Scootaloo to have an ‘accident’; although, she could’ve just meant wetting.
“Well, there’s always a way to find out…” The women said raising the child in the air. She turned her around and sniffed her bottom. Her eyes opened wide as she turned the child back in the position she’d been in moments ago. “Yeah, some wittle baby made messies!” she giggled, kissing the child on the forehead.
‘Well, that’s concerning.’ The young mother thought to herself, as she watched her own mother figure walk away with her baby. It seemed a bit peculiar how well Mrs.Cake handled things. It seemed even more peculiar that she was so eager to change Scootaloo’s diaper, diapers are not fun to change to matter how cute the baby.
Ignoring the other two, she walked over to where her boyfriend rested. She looked down on his chest, noticing his chest rise and fall instinctually as it pumped oxygen throughout his body. He looked so peaceful, like a little country angel.
She got on her knees and smirked. Giving him a quick peck on the cheek, she watched as he ruffled his nose a little bit. His eyes opened and met with his girlfriend’s. “Hello, good morning sweetie.” She giggled.
“Oh wow.” Big mac said in his deep southern drawl. He smiled, looking at his girlfriend. He’d forgotten where he was, but any situation with her seemed like a good one. “Mind explaining what’s going on?” He asked, curiously.
He sat up on the warm leather brown leather couch. His arms stuck the exterior, other than that nothing posed much of an opposition to him taking a seat. He scooted to one side of the couch and patted the other cushion with his hand.
Taking a seat, Fluttershy leaned her head on his shoulder. She grabbed his arms clenching onto them tight with her tiny hands and looked up at him, “Well, you’re at my house right now. It’s probably about nine in the morning, Mrs.Cake made something in the kitchen, and my daughter is probably going to wake up a cranky baby any second now.”
She sighed, rubbing her eyes with the back of her knuckles. Looking over at her boyfriend’s bemused grin, she gave him a sheepish smile. She leaned over and pecked him on the cheek. She still wasn’t used to the prospect of kissing yet.
“Hehe, you’re still the same sweetheart ah knew you were.” The farm boy chuckled, turning his head and pecked the girl on the lips. He watched his friend’s face light up red as she leaned back unto his shoulder. She was always so easily flustered, sort of like Applejack during her childhood.
The young lady stood up and dusted off her night gown. She nodded her head at Big Mac, “I gotta head upstairs and get changed. Feel free to help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen!” she said, jogging towards the rickety wooden staircase.
Each step she took up the hallowed wooden steps left an unsettling creaking sound that split her eardrums. She winced, hopping up the top of it and towards her bed. Taking a quick peak around the room, she lifted the gown over her head and tossed it unto the ground beneath her.
Her hands quickly moved towards her dressing drawer as she pulled out a similar pair of jeans like the ones she had on yesterday; these ones just a shade darker. She slid on a tight black t-shirt over her top and slid a leather bangle unto her wrist.
Smiling, she scampered over to the nursery door that was open clear across the room. She made her way into the nursery, stepping unto it’s fuzzy white carpet. Looking down, she realized her socks were still covering her feet. She raised her knee into the air and pulled off the white booty socks with the tip of her index figure.
“Shh…” Mrs.Cake sounded as she walked over to Fluttershy. In her arms, she cradled the young child giving her light bounces every second or so to keep her feeling relaxed. “She’s sleeping, really sleeping at that.” She giggled, nudging her friend’s shoulder a little bit.
Fluttershy rubbed her shoulder, the nudge actually hurt a little. Ignoring the slight stinging, she gave her daughter a curious gaze as she analyzed what was wrong with her. Her eyes immediately went to her backside, “You changed her already I’m guessing?” she questioned.
Walking past Mrs.Cake, the young mother looked over the nursery to observe every small detail of its interior. Nothing was out of place, it looked regular as usual.
The thought struck her; she just called the room a ‘nursery’. It might really be a nursery, but it’s still Scootaloo’s bedroom above anything. She couldn’t keep letting her daughter use the room forever the way she had been. Still.
“She certainly had a change and a big one at that. Poor baby, I didn’t think she really had it in her to use a diaper the way she did…” The motherly women said, giving the child a few more pats to her bottom. “You know, I never thought someone as old as Scootaloo would adjust so easily to a life style like this.”
“I-I know…” The younger mother said, folding a yellow striped sleeper and hanging it off the side of the crib. Taking a deep breath she ran her hand across the crib’s top railing, “This isn’t easy for me, all this babying stuff you know? I feel like this sort of thing would shoot Scootaloo’s self-confidence but she’s really enjoying it. I just don’t know.”
Mrs.Cake smiled looking down at the young girl in her arms, “Baby, you’re over reacting…” she ran her head through her perky orange hair, “the thing you’ve got to learn about raising children is it’s not whether or not they’re feeling what you want them to feel but that you’re supporting them all the way. Scootaloo is feeling good as a baby and when she wants to be a big girl again we’ll let her be a big girl. But until then, she’s just a little girl who needs some love and care.”
Fluttershy walked up to Mrs.Cake and held her arms out to her, “I guess you’re right. I really outta get her changed into something new though. I have too many sets of clothes to keep her in the same tights all day. Poor baby, I probably should have given her new tights earlier to be honest.”
Handing the child off to the younger women, Mrs.Cake watched as her friend took the child and sat her back on the changing table, “You think you outta dress her in something warm today sweetie? I heard it’s supposed to be even colder than usual. Maybe another long sleeve outfit.
She watched as Fluttershy pulled the leggings down around Scootaloo’s ankles and undid the white onesie’s buttons. The child was astonishingly sound asleep, especially for all the movement she’d been through this morning.
“What do you think Lynn? You have two children of your own?” Fluttershy asked, scattering to the room’s dresser.
Mrs.Cake followed behind the girl and started searching through the clothes herself, “Oh, how about that.” She said, pointing at a skirt and onesie combination; it hadn’t had the tags removed yet. She grabbed it from the hook and held it up to the young mother, “It’s perfect for a little one like Scoots.”
Fluttershy grabbed the onesie and pulled it over her baby’s head, snapping the bottom shut around the diaper. Lifting her baby’s bottom, she laced her legs through a pleated purple skirt. She looked down at her baby’s feet and made a quick effort to pull a pair of ruffled socks over top of them.
“Ooh, that does look good. You think she still needs tights? What if someone notices her diapered bottom? Actually, what am I saying? You two would be lucky to make it out of here by lunch.” She admitted to the baker, while she brought her daughter close to her chest.
She ran a hand through her baby’s hair, “Baby. It’s time to get up. Momma has to give you nom-noms.” Smiling, she looked over at Mrs.Cake before she stared at her daughter’s dazed expression again. It was adorable how Scootaloo always balled up her fist when she rubbed her eyes; the blush on her face was even cuter though.
“I’ll be right back, I need to feed Scootaloo a little bit before whatever you made gets cold. Oh yeah, I forgot!” she said, turning and running for the mini-fridge and grabbing something from it; a bottle of milk she made earlier. “Remind me to pump more breast milk some time later today, I’ll be right back!” she said, waving her hand as she dashed out of the room, down the stairwell, and into the kitchen.
“Hmm, Big Mac!” She called, looking for a place to set the child. She looked around the kitchen, it’s white polythene counters all looked pristine despite Mrs.Cake’s preparation. She’d made toast and waffles, two plates were already eaten. No doubt they were Big Mac and Mrs.Cake’s plates, a bit rude of Big Mac to eat without asking but he was probably just hungry.
Running into the room, loud thuds being made with every step he took, Big Mac look worried, “Is everything alright, why are ya shoutin’?”
“Hold her...” Fluttershy said, handing her child to her boyfriend.
Big Mac smiled, giving the tired child a peck on the forehead as he brought her into a cradle. He watched in curiousity as his girlfriend pulled something out of the side closet. “A high chair?” he said looking down at the child, she might be small enough to use one.
“Yep, it is…” Fluttershy said, patting the styrofoam white frame of the highchair. She grabbed her child and set her on the poufy jungle printed material that padded the seat. Smiling, she strapped her daughter around the chest and tummy. Dropping the tray over her daughter’s lap, she pinched the child’s cheek “Hehe, she’s such a cute wittle girl! Of course she’d fit.”
Scootaloo smiled, pushing herself back in her chair to get more comfy. Her head sank into the soft backing of the chair, “What’s for breakfast.” She questioned, kicking her feet lightly. She looked around the room, she didn't see much food. For once, she didn't feel like she was starving; everything felt so warm, like she'd never need to eat again.
Fluttershy nodded at Big Mac, “Go make yourself comfortable in the living room honey; I gotta feed my baby her breakfast.” Her head panned back over to her baby, “As for you, Mrs.Cake and your mommy made you lots of food. Specifically…” she trailed off, grabbing something from the big fridge. She kicked the door closed and raced back to her baby, “As I was saying, specifically we made you toast, some yummy banana pudding, and some milk from mommy!”
Walking over to one of the drawers, she picked out a spoon with a short colorful handle. She gathered all the different foods and set them on the stained white tray, “Ready baby?” she questioned as she uncapped the jar of baby food.
Blushing, the child raised an eyebrow at the jar of food, “Baby food? Like, for babies? That won’t upset my tummy will it?”
“Not really.” Fluttershy said, scooping a bit of the banana goop unto the spoon and pushing it towards her baby’s mouth. She waited for her baby to take a bite of it, “It’ll hopefully improve your muscle mass and make you all big and strong. I can’t imagine Rainbow Dash taking much time to do these things with you, she doesn’t care about people the same way I do.”
Scootaloo looked up frowning as she took in a few more bites of the mush, “I don’t know Mommy, Rainbow Dash seemed like she cared. S-she just didn’t like doing this stuff with me, like she was embarrassed to be a mommy. I-I always felt more like a sister than anything.” She crossed her arms.
Giving her daughter an empathetic smile, the young mother reached below the serving tray and pulled something off a small hook; it was a cute white bib with a pink outline, very simple in design. She leaned in tying it around her daughter’s neck.
“Sorry baby, I didn’t want to ruin one of your outfits. I do understand what you mean though baby, Rainbow Dash is just a little bit too insecure and sometimes I get insecure too. The thing is, I care about you more than myself. I know you have a lot of potential and I know you’re a wonderful little girl.” Fluttershy said, digging her spoon back into the jar; there was no more food.
The child looked up at her mommy with glassy eyes, “You really mean it.”
Fluttershy nodded, “Of course sweetie, you’re the most perfect child I could ever have.” She finished off by ruffling her daughter’s hair. Smiling, she tossed aside the toast. “Babies don’t eat toast; it’d taste yucky to you anyway.” Fluttershy giggled, bringing the bottle to her baby’s lips.
Opening her mouth as wide as she could, the child smiled latching onto it with her lips. Her eyes lit up bright as she formed a small smile around the bottle’s amber nipple. She felt the milk enter in her mouth and cool every bit of her breath. Her heart pounded warmly in her chest.
“You’re such a cutie…”
***
“Well Rainbow Dash, I’m no longer upset. I’m never going to be upset again; At least I’m not going to be upset with you. At first I thought you leaving Scootaloo was cruel, but now I realize the only thing more cruel than leaving Scootaloo is you staying with her.
She’s a smart kid Rainbow Dash and a rough life turned her into the wild dark recesses of her mind. You don’t know what it’s like to be in a place like she’s been though, to be so deeply introverted to the point that your own flaws become your motivation to do well in live, to prove to yourself that you’re not just a flawed individual…”
Fluttershy crumpled up the piece of paper she etched on and sighed. She was going out on a tangent again. She hated going out on tangents, they always become weirdly resonated in her thoughts. Subjectivity is the flaw of all authors really.
“Hello?” A voice questioned, coming closer at a loud *knock* on the door. It was Big Mac.
The country boy walked over and sat on the girl’s bed, “It’s been a while since breakfast ya know? Mrs.Cake fell asleep in the nursery; she’d been watching too much television with your kin. Scootaloo is sleepin’ in her playpen; at least she was looking awful relaxed.”
“That’s good to hear…” Fluttershy said, pushing herself away from her table. It’d been a while since she started writing drafts for her letter. It was a difficult letter to write.
She turned her spinney chair around and stopped when she faced her boyfriend. “It’s probably best that Scootaloo is sleeping. Little babies need lots of sleep, even if they’re nearly seven. Poor baby, I don’t even know how much sleep she got yesterday.”
Big Mac raised an eyebrow. He looked at his boots, “I dunno, a lot of hours. I know you two slept a good ten hours or so. Bout’ what Applebloom sleeps. Bout’ what Applejack sleeps if she ever gets a chance.” He said with a smirk on his face.
“Hmm, that worries me a little. You didn’t even see the sleep she got beforehand, between her first nap and the second one, she’s gotten nearly what amount of time? I think she’s been asleep for about fourteen hours in the past day. That’s a bit concerning.” The mother said, looking a bit paler.
“Why’s that, aren’t children supposed to get a lot of sleep?” The guy questioned, tapping his foot anxiously. It was always a habit of his, his body was always moving.
“Well, most children her age need around ten through eleven hours of sleep; even toddlers only need up to thirteen. Scootaloo might just be tired, still…” Fluttershy walked over to her bed and sat down next to Big Mac, “Maybe she’s just enjoying her rest a little too much. I suppose its winter break anyhow. She’s got plenty of time to spend doing whatever she wants.”
Relaxing a bit, the farm boy once again looked to her side where Fluttershy was grabbing his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her waist and smiled, “I think you’re thinkin’ too much Shy. You need to just let Scootaloo grow up the way she needs to, whatever way she needs to. I ain’t no expert with life, everything is different in some way or another.”
“Momma?” Scootaloo called, clutching a brown bear tight to her chest. She looked around the room and cringed at the cool air that flew under her skirt. Looking up, she realized calm the room was. “M-Mrs.Cake?” she questioned, getting on her knees and crawling to the opposite side of the caging to check for her caretaker.
No one was there.
“Momma!” she called louder, standing up and waddling to the opposite side of the playpen near the door. She frowned a bit, her mommy never left her alone; at least, not without getting her ready for bed properly. Sitting on her padded tushie, she huffed staring around at the bars around her.
The crib walls looked huge to her; the thing must have been at least twice as tall as her in stature. If she were more daring, she’d climb out of the thing but she wasn’t sure if she could. It was odd but lately her muscles felt weaker and fatigue overtook her body every time she exulted what seemed like the slightest bit of energy she had.
She crawled under a blanket of hers and hugged unto her plush toy. Feeling around the mattress with her bare hands, she managed to grip a small piece of plastic. She groaned, sticking its rubber nipple into her mouth and falling back into the plush blankets that surrounded her.
She look up at the animals that dangled overhead, it seemed like everything had something hanging over her in this room. At that, along the rim of the white crib was a speaker. It was obvious that it doubled as a baby monitor, but instead her mommy wanted her to listen to its nursery like music.
The sound was so hypnotic, like a music box set on an infinite loop. She tried turning it off, but her hands couldn’t even reach the top of the crib. Every time she stood up, her legs felt so heavy that she usually ended up falling back on her padded behind.
She didn’t mind the immobility as much as how embarrassing it was to be so dependent. On the other hand, she really did like the feeling of being all swaddled. It made her feel so safe, like her inability to walk wasn’t so bad anymore.
Crawling under her blankets, she curled her legs close to her chest and hugged a nearby stuffed dolphin close to her chest. Time seemed non-existent as she had nothing other than the mobile to view; that and the vague shadows of her well shaded room.
A sleepy feeling came over her body, the same one that always did when she was relaxed. It was a sensual feeling in which every soft thing she made contact with made her more tired and she was always wrapped up nowadays.
“Baby?” a voice caught her attention from across the room, it was her mommy. Anymore her mommy was all she was thinking about. Something about the way she treated her always made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, more so than any blanket ever could.
The mother lightly walked up the small beam of light she had left when she opened her door. Being sure not to startle her baby, she wrapped her hand on Scootaloo’s shoulder and gently nudged her, “Baby, nap time is over.”
Her hands gripped around her baby’s back and pulled her up along with the pastel colored blanket that enveloped her. She held her baby close to her chest, her baby’s arm felt so cold. Looking down, she realized how naked she left her baby when she fell asleep.
“Oh my, we need to get you into something a little bit warmer. It’s nearly zero degrees outside and I’ve got you running around in your onesie and skirt like some school aged girl.” She said, sitting her child’s padded behind on the changing table.
Scootaloo laid back, realizing what was going on. She went through so many outfits nowadays. She kinda liked it, it made her feel a bit less conscience about wearing the same tired old clothes all the time, not to mention her clothes were always clean nowadays.
“Look Scootaloo…” Fluttershy panned, rummaging through her dresser and pulling out a soft white set of footie pajamas, “bunnies!” she cheered. In all honesty she really liked the outfit; bunnies were her favorite animals, right up there with dogs.
She brought the outfit over to the child and set it down on the rack off the side of the changing table. Without even asking, she lifted her daughter’s skirt and began unbuttoning the orange onesie. It was almost a given that Scootaloo had wet herself; there was a fifty-fifty chance that she would have used to and that was with potty breaks.
Going through the regular process of wiping and re-powdering the child, Fluttershy was left with the decision of which diaper she was going to put on her baby. She chose a diaper similar to the one she had on last time, it was just as puffy and swaddly as her last one. Why change what’s already fine?
“Momma, am I really gonna have to wear that?” The child questioned as her purple skirt was pull around her ankles and off her feet; her onesie was next to go. She went beat red, curling up a bit on her changing table. Bunnies were really babyish, even for her. Worst of all, she liked the idea.
Fluttershy smiled, helping her child into the mostly white set of footie pajamas. The lining to the collar and the arm cuffs were both pink. There were cute bunny faces that were added to the feet of the pajamas, its nose and inside of the ears were both pink. Everything else was a fuzzy cotton white.
She grabbed the zipper that started at Scootaloo’s calf and drug it all the way up to her baby’s neck. Smiling, she clipped a small fuzzy protector strap over her baby’s collar. “Awe.” she chimed, balling her hands together. Biting her thumb, she smiled “I’m sorry, you’re such a cute baby.”
The child sat silently on the changing table, unable to come up with an intelligent thing to say to her mommy. Her face turned beet red as she tried to avoid eye contact. She covered her face with her hands; she was still new to be thought of as cute. Cute was so foreign in general.
Getting on her hands and knees, she crawled over to the headrest side of the nursery and grabbed the pink pacifier that had been laying there forever. She grabbed it with her and but it was intercepted by Fluttershy.
Pulling the pink piece of plastic away from the child, the mother giggled. “Mommy has to clean her baby’s pacifiers you know? Who know how long that one has been sitting there? In fact, I think the cake twins were the last to use it. But, it’s a size 3… not meant for regular babies like them.” She said, putting it in her mouth. She cleaned the nipple off with her tongue then wiped it on her pink tee-shirt. “There you go baby.” She cooed, pushing it into her babies’ mouth.
Scootaloo was stunned; she didn’t want to move from her hands and knees. Cautiously, she sat back on her padded rump. She wasn’t used to balancing her backside on her poofy padding, let alone when it was still all fluffy and dry. The traction lost by her blanket sleeper didn’t help much either.
Her butt scooted backwards and she fell forward onto her hands. The vinyl on cotton really wasn’t helping much at all. She looked over at her mommy who was still ecstatically smiling at her. The blush on her own face never let off.
“You’re such a cutie, come here slippery butt. I bet you’re ready to play?” Fluttershy gestured as she walked over to the playpen. “Just saying, your auntie Lynn left. Now it’s just you, dada, and I.” she looked at the surrounding toys, the baby swing, and the walker.
“I think I’ll leave you with the tele for a little bit. Mind a sitting in your swing for a little bit?” she said, lifting her child into the pastel padded baby swing. After lacing her baby’s legs under it’s white plastic tray a leg separator, she worked the straps making sure they wrapped her baby snug and safely into the contraption.
Scootaloo leaned back in her seat; the swing was a little bit away from the T.V but not too far. She didn’t even have look up , the angle the seat was tilted at did most of the work. Eventually her mother came back with a cookie, it was chocolate chip. She now had a cookie jar somewhere in the nursery, probably on top of the medicine fridge. She couldn’t tell, it was impossible to see.
Her mind immediately scanned the cookie for any hairs or imperfections; there were none. She took the pacifier out of her mouth and set it on the tray in front of her, the drool on the rubber nipple made her cringe a bit on the inside but it wasn’t anything too nasty.
Come to think of it, even messing became less gross to her, even if it was all in her pants. She really didn’t mind the feeling, she could see it anyway. Still, she felt a bit bad about making her mommy change her. Then again, she wouldn't potty her pants if she had potty breaks.
“Momma? Can I have a drink?” she asked, looking at her mother whom was turning on the TV.
Fluttershy smiled, looking over at her baby. “Sure thing sweetie!” she said, running over to the mini-fridge behind her daughter. She opened the door and pulled a small red cardboard box from the metal shelf; it was apple flavored.
“Here you go sweetie pie…” she said, poking the straw through the hole of the aluminum cover. She handed it to her daughter and watched as she took it with both hands, “it’s apple juice from AJ’s farm actually. I hope you’re comfy.”
The child nodded, sipping more and more of the juice in her mouth, she was so thirsty lately; it made her cheeks flush easier. At that, her stomach wasn’t doing too well without the liquid. It seemed like the combination of fruit mash and dairy was starting to take its toll on her. It didn’t matter anyway; her bathroom was always on her. She took another sip of her drink; it was honestly nice being so distant from having to use the potty.
The mother leaned in close to her baby and gave her a pastel pink throw blanket. “Momma is gonna give you some time to wake up and then she’s gonna give you some time to really play in your bouncer alright? We gotta work those little leg muscles of yours don’t we?” she cooed, petting her child’s hair.
Scootaloo blushed at her mother’s words, but the prospect of being in her swing for a while made her happy on the inside. She closed her eyes and took a bite of her cookie.
Letting her baby have some time for herself, she walked over to the changing table and started preparing for the next diaper change. It was obvious Scootaloo was bound for another accident, even if not for the next few hours, she would eventually; it was something that she would just need to get used to. Scootaloo was after all just a baby now.
She ducked her head into the lower shelf of the table where all her diapers were. Over the years she had collected all sorts of disposable diapers, training pants, and cotton diapers. She never thought that a girl like Scootaloo would be wearing the diapers she was, if she was a regular girl she’d be wearing something a little more gender specific. Weird thought really.
Curiously, she picked the pack of pink princess pull-ups that she’d never used before. If she was going to be taking care of her baby with Big Mac, she thought it was best to get an opinion…
***
“B-Big Mac…” Fluttershy chirped, stepping down the stairs. The last time she left Big Mac, she was noodling with her old guitar. It’d been years since she bothered picking the thing up, she might as well let her boyfriend mess with it.
“Hmm?” he questioned, tuning the guitar. It’d been years since it’d been tuned, not that it mattered, but it could definitely use some TLC. Smiling, he looked over at the fuchsia haired girl.
The young mother held the pack of training pants out to her boyfriend. She carefully took her seat and set them on her lap. She sighed, “What’s your opinion on this? Like, what’s your real opinion? I-I’m kind of concerned of what I need to do. I really don’t wanna screw that sweetie pie up.”
“And ya want to potty train her?” the fatherly figure asked, taking a look at the decorative pink packaging; it was unopened. He chuckled, “Can’t say ah really care much for toilet training her, not with all her problems. No offense, but I’m not sure if I really know how to handle it. I also don’t know how good a little filly would feel about wearing those, they ain’t my style ya know?”
Fluttershy held the package close to her chest like a stuffed animal and moaned, “Ooh, that doesn’t help. I don’t know what to do with Scootaloo. I know she’s not trying to do stupid things anymore, but I think her motivation is gone. It’s like she really would be happy just being a baby her whole life.”
She looked at the package and stuck her tongue out, “Dumb diapers, dumb Fluttershy!” Annoyed, she covered her face with the package and bit into them.
“Well sweetie, ah know eatin’ them won’t do ya much good. I can’t say keepin’ her a baby her whole life is a good idea, but ah don’t wanna push her into doing stuff she can’t handle. She’s more delicate than a daisy, it’s a miracle she hasn’t tripped and seriously injured herself.” Big Mac sighed, looking over at the package, “Maybe she’s not ready.”
Looking down at the package herself, she tossed it unto the table that sat in front of her. It was obvious that Scootaloo was enjoying her treatment, she seemed to enjoy every moment of being swaddled; let alone the breastfeeding. Perhaps it was the lack of a true bond in her life; maybe she was frightened of losing her mommy as soon as she grew up. She didn’t want to let her child down though and it wasn’t like she was really putting her baby in a situation she couldn’t handle.
She looked over at her boyfriend and gripped his hand. “Why did Scootaloo have to have potty issues, why the nursery, why this stupid idea?” she questioned, her voice becoming more and more hysterical. “I-I just wanna do what’s best for my baby. But how will I ever break it down for her.”
Big Mac reached over and wrapped her arms around his girlfriend. “Honey, you’re overthinking this. Ya just gotta calm yourself and let her grow up on her own. We might wanna get her into a special program though, or maybe homeschool her. It wouldn’t be doing her many favors letting her go to school all pampered like she is.”
“You’re right.” The mother said quite bluntly. “I-I’m gonna keep her as my baby, I-It wouldn’t be right to force her out of her baby days. She just loves pretending so much. I-I just really hope this is the right idea.”
Picking up the guitar again, Big Mac smiled nodding. “You’re her momma Flutters, I already got my own sis to care for.”
“Right.” Fluttershy giggled, looking over at her boyfriend. “I-I’m gonna go check on my baby girl real quick. How long have we been out here? Like, half an hour? I’m sure she’s anxious to get out in move, I’ll be right back!” she said, standing up and running towards the stairs.
***
“Dashie, you should have seen Scootaloo today! She’s soo cute, I swear half the time I just wanna keep her a baby forever. You know, when she doesn’t have poopy pants, then she gets a little less cute. Still, she’s really eager to the idea of staying in diapers. I think she’s always felt pressured Dash, she just needed someone she could trust to show her real self to.
Today she used her bouncer for the first time actually. Boy did she have fun! It kinda made me giggle considering she was wearing her little bunny wunny footie pajamas. She like hopping a lot, I think when she develops her legs a little bit I’m going to sign her up for a tumble class. Her legs have a long way to go though and I’m going to have to get her some better clothes first.
If you wanna be real nice, for Christmas you could send her a pretty dress or two. I’m afraid if I bring her out in shorts, her diaper might peak out of the top of the waist. I don’t want her to feel self-conscience about her underwear. I suppose I could start sending her out in training panties, but she’s really determined not to use the potty; at least I think so.
I suppose I have to bother potty training her at least some. I don’t know, this letter is stupid…”
Fluttershy crumpled up the paper into a ball and sighed, truthfully she was really trying to get her thoughts straight. This was difficult. The decision didn’t have to be face quite now, not yet.
Big Mac stepped up behind Fluttershy with the guitar and looked down at the array of papers scattered all around the poor girl. Her whole floor was a completely glazed in a white mess.
“Sorry, I was uh…”
“Ventin’?” Big Mac questioned.
The mother nodded, “Mmmhmm, I swear I feel like letting go.”
“Momma…” A distinctly high pitched voice muttered. A child standing at the short height of nearly three feet sat up in her crib. It seemed to the girl that all her mornings started off the same, with either a gentle nudge of the shoulder or something warm in the seat of her pants waking her up.
Today was no exception as she felt the flooding heat of her own accident add weight to the soft padding that was held up by two tapes around her waist. It was a bit of an empty feeling, almost like stretching or free falling. It very well could’ve happened again and she'd barely blink an eye.
She looked down at her feet, they were covered in a set of pink footie pajama feet. Her entire body was in fact covered by a set of princesses from a famous series of animated movies. She’d grown to love the classic fairy tales, from Cinderella to The Beauty and The Beast.
In truth, there was no reason for her to dislike any princess, she longed for their lifestyle anymore. The prospect of going through another eight years of school was a terrifying thought, even if she was being homeschooled; though she did like reading and being read to. Her mommy and her started working on reading nearly three years ago and she really enjoyed books ever since. Her dream job was a librarian.
She grabbed her feet with her tiny hands and suckled her pacifier. She always had to wait for her mommy in the morning. Usually daddy got home around seven in the evening. Looking at the door, she waited excitedly as her momma turned the handle, she loved seeing her.
“Goodmorning baby…” Fluttershy said as she carefully opened the door. Not much had changed around the room since she first moved her baby in a few years ago. Scootaloo had no use for the undersized walker and bouncer that she once played with. However, the swing had become a regular activity in Scootaloo’s life. Not much had really changed aside from her baby’s height.
The mother reached into the crib and brought up her child, hugging her close against her chest as she did usually in the morning. “How’s my little Scoots doing today?” she asked, running a hand through her child’s long purplish hair.
In all honesty, she knew Scootaloo loved the feeling of her touch by this point. It seemed like she'd go out of her way just to be coddled. It was cute and a bit concerning. Still, she never failed to be amazed by her daughter’s cuteness.
Scootaloo looked up at her mommy as she was sat on the changing table. Understanding what was going on, she backed up a bit and laid down. Her bathroom habits seemed to gain more distance as her periods without ‘accidents’ lessened. Accidents being times she went out of her own control, she never showed much interest in potties.
The mother undid the zipper strap and ran the thing all the way down her baby’s leg. Her hands reached for the side tabs of her baby’s diaper and undid it. Grabbing the wipes, she started a new changing process.
It’d been a few years since she gave her baby her first taste of diapers, now she wasn't so sure if she made the right choice. The only silver lining to the situation is that Scootaloo was too emotionally impaired to start potty training, if you could call that a silver lining. She spoiled her baby too long, although it was in the name of kindness.
“Well, baby you’re just a little soaker today aren't you?” Fluttershy teased, pulling out new white diaper. The diapers Scoots wear, were the same ones she’d been wearing ever since the adoption; just a size or two bigger. Call it brand loyalty, but she liked designs on the one’s she had chosen better.
She reached for the baby oil and poured some in her hands. Diligently she worked her child’s bottom, being sure not look. As the years went by, Scootaloo rightfully became more self-conscience about her nakedness. Pulling out the powder, she poured it all over her baby’s bottom.
The child hardly reacted to her mother’s comment at all; she was teased all the time for wearing diapers. Thankfully her friends understood her situation. She and Fluttershy lied stating she had a nerve problem, that didn't help much when they came over. She would always have to lie and say she slept in her mother’s room; Fluttershy had to sleep on the couch on those nights.
She felt her bottom being lifted and set unto the puffy soft material of the protective lining. Her Her mother’s hands graced her sides wrapping the underwear snug around her baby’s waist. The babyish print came up and covered part of her waist. She was padded again.
Grabbing her child’s hands, Fluttershy helped Scootaloo onto her padded backside. The diaper seemed to separate her daughter’s legs. Thinking of discrepancy, she needed to pull some clothes out for her baby. Only rarely did Scootaloo wear real baby clothes, save her footie pajamas.
She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a few clothes for the day. It was spring and a sunny day at that. If they were going outside, they’d need the perfect outfit; Fluttershy had just that. In her hands she held a set of khakis and a pink t-shirt with some generic crown design on it.
“Well Scootaloo, I think today is the day for a park visit…” she said, fitting her daughter’s legs through the leg holes of the shorts. She pulled the pants elastic waist up and over the diaper; only a little bit of the padding peaked over the elastic.
Scootaloo smiled as her mother brought the t-shirt over her head and helped get her hands through the arms holes. “Hehe, you mean the swing set?” she asked, putting her thumb in her mouth.
The mother nodded, helping her daughter unto her backside and then off the table. She couched beside her and helped into her socks. “Yep, I thought I’d give you a nice ride in your stroller and let you get a little sun on your head.” She lifted her daughter’s feet and slipped them into her sneakers. Her daughter’s shoes were a basic white and pink design with Velcro straps for fastening. Her daughter was getting more book smart, but her mechanical skills lacked clarity for some reason.
Standing up, Fluttershy took a good look at her baby; she looked set. “All ready? Mommy made you some cereal and strawberries…” she said, walking towards the door.
Scootaloo followed fast behind, wobbling a bit as she struggled to keep up. Her legs were weak despite Fluttershy’s best efforts to strengthen them. Eventually she made it up to her mommy and clung to her hand with her small one for support.
She followed her mom into the kitchen and to the counter were her breakfast was. She always liked breakfast in the morning, especially during the spring. Something about the way fresh cooked food with the air from outside complimented the scene so nicely.
“Well baby, do you wanna eat breakfast like a big girl, or do you wanna eat it in your highchair like a little baby.” Fluttershy commented, as she picked up the plate and bowl with her daughter’s breakfast on it.
“I wanna be a baby!” Scootaloo babbled, raising her hands into the air. It was her little sign of infancy, an indicator to be picked up.
Fluttershy smirked, lifting her baby into the air and helping her into the kitchen’s highchair. Unlike some of the stuff in the nursery, the highchair had a very ‘princess-y’ vibe to it. Its padding was a thick princess texture, the plastic tray was a dull white plastic, and there was a foot rest that was adjusted just for Scootaloo’s height.
She didn’t like the thought of Scootaloo being this eager to look babyish. Scootaloo had no problem that kept her from feeling herself. But that didn’t stop her from asking to be fed every time.
Smiling widely, Scootaloo was lifted into the air and into plush softness of her high chair. She leaned back and got comfy as she watched her mommy. The strawberry plate was sat down and the bowl of cereal was taken away. She was never trusted to eat cereal with milk in her highchair, unless she asked her mommy to feed her.
“So, how are you feeling this morning sweetie? Playing with Scootaloo and them yesterday didn’t tire you out too much I’m guessing?” the mother said, carrying over a bowl of cereal ‘o’s to the table. “Go on, eat sweetie, mommy is listening…” she said, walking behind her daughter and tying a bib around her neck.
Digging into the cereal, the child stuffed some in her mouth, dropping the rest of the grains onto her shorts as she went. “I’m ready to play!” the girl cheered, smiling as she continued to eat. She was feeling really hungry this morning, especially for cereal. She didn’t get to ‘potty’ the previous day, too much meat usually made her tummy too upset to much to potty.
“Well I’ll take that as a sign you’re all energetic today. I’d let you frolic a little on our way to the park, but I don’t want you getting lost. My back yard is way too dangerous for babies.” She teased, pouring some grape juice into a sippy cup for her baby.
The comment went right over the child’s head. She loved her life too much. Grabbing more of the cereal in her hand, she smiled. “Forest dirty anyway.” She commented, eating more of her grains. She hated getting dirty anymore; things took too long to clean.
Rolling her eyes, Fluttershy started washing her other dishes as her baby ate the last of the food in her bowl. She picked up a glass plate and dried it off as her baby started eating the slices of strawberry one by one.
“Awe, does some little girl like strawberries?” Fluttershy asked, giving her daughter a warm look. She knew strawberries were her daughter’s favorite fruit; she still liked bonding with her daughter though.
Smiling widely again, Scootaloo nodded widely as she ate the last of her strawberries. She watched her mommy hand her the sippy cup. Looking up, she watched as her mommy told her, “Drink it on the way to the park lovey.”
She didn’t have to be commanded twice, raising her arms into the air she was brought into a light cradle. She nuzzled her head against her mommy’s chest as she was brought into the living room.
There it was, a heavy, black and pink stroller mother spent a small fortune on. It had a non-removable try, a foot rest, an awning, and a set of safety straps that kept her snug and in place. The thing itself was huge, but it was nothing that her mommy couldn’t push along easily.
Fluttershy lifted Scootaloo over the tray and onto the seat. She sank into it and leaned back. She really loved the stroller, like really loved it. At least she seemed like she did. If it weren’t for social norms, she’d let her sleep on it over the crib. What an odd statement.
She diligently pulled the straps over her baby’s shoulders and buckled it to the safety latch around her daughter’s crotch. It was always better safe than sorry with Scootaloo, sometimes she did things that were completely irrational; especially when she was left alone.
One time when she left Scootaloo alone on the changing table without her strap, she came back to the mess of powder all over everything. It took her hours to clean up and it took forever to get the smell of baby powder out of the carpet.
“Ready?” she asked, grabbing Scootaloo’s diaper bag from a rack by the door. She slanked it over one of the stroller’s handles. The diaper bag itself was actually one she had for years; it had the same design of the original bedroom set. She kept most of Scootaloo’s stuff in there, her diapers, a spare set of clothes, some toys, her medication, and the rest of the changing supplies.
Scootaloo nodded, sticking the tip of her sippy cup’s nub into her mouth as she leaned back into the chair. She didn’t make much noise throughout the trip to the park; the straps prevented her from moving or seeing that much.
***
“So you’re telling me this little girl is a star mathematician? Well isn’t she such a special little girl?” A bubble gum pink and navy blue haired women complimented, rubbing Scootaloo’s hair.
Scootaloo smiled widely looking up at her mommy and friends. She knew the women, it was Bonbon. Her and her mommy had been friends for years; she loved her hair a lot. It always looked so amazing and flowy. Her and Lyra’s fashion was also impeccable too.
“Baby, is there something you wanna tell Bonbon?” Fluttershy smiled, picking the child up by her arms and cradling her.
“Thankyou!” the child said blushing. She looked at Lyra, memorized by her earrings. They were some fine of cut of topaz that complimented her aqua dress well. She loved her fashion so much, she squeed on the inside.
“You’re welcome sweetie.” Bonbon said, smiling at the girl.
Fluttershy looked at the couple and smiled, “You two look really great today; I’m surprised more people didn’t get dressed up to go to the park. Actually I’m surprised no one went to the park at all. It seems like we’re the only ones here yet, I guess it is a bit early though.”
“You know, it’s not very easy to get to this park. At least not compared to the other one down the street. That one is much nicer too, we usually come here for privacy you know?” Lyra added.
Looking around, the mother nodded. “I guess, that’s the one benefit of bringing Scootaloo here. She doesn't have a very good time playing with others, especially when she’s in a mood like hers that is.”
The couple looked at the child; she seemed distracted by something off in the distance. It was incredible just how dazed she seemed sometimes. “Mommy, how do trees get leafs?” she ask, before sticking her thumb in her mouth.
“Well sweetie…” Fluttershy panned, pulling a pacifier from her pocket and pushing it into her baby’s mouth. She looked at Scootaloo, she was obviously blushing. She loved her pacifier but she clearly didn’t want to show it. Smiling, she pointed at the sprouts, “Well, you during the spring the tree’s buds are fed through cellular respiration. Basically, carbon dioxide or gas is broken up into oxygen, the stuff you breathe. The process of breaking up the gas into the stuff you can breathe helps power those buds to get bigger and turn into leafs.”
Scootaloo stared up awestruck at the trees. Behind her pacifier she asked “Wai, why are tree weafs gween?”
“I’ll tell you later sweetie.” The mother said, walking towards the swing set. Lifting her child up in the air, she laced her legs through the holes and allowed her baby to sit properly.
“She so cute.” Bonbon said, watching as Scootaloo was pushed into the air. She watched in awe as her girlfriend went to go sit down on the bench nearby.
Fluttershy smiled at the compliment to her baby, “You think so? I try to dress her up as much as I can; she likes to dress up after all. But with her condition, I have to be weary with the clothes I pick for her.
“Hmm, you mean the rest-room thing?” Lyra asked, as Scootaloo was pushed back and forth. The child seemed to be in a whole separate word, completely oblivious to anything but the swinging motion. She looked so distracted.
Scootaloo started making small grunts. She was really confused on how the trees grew and her mommy’s explanation wasn’t helping. What was ‘respiration’? She hated that she didn’t understand big words; reading was one of her only good subjects in school. Her tummy felt upset too.
Smirking as she pushed her child, the young mother nodded. “Well, the restroom thing and her other issues. I love to pieces, but Scootaloo’s personality has changed so much in the past two years. I know that’s normal in a child, but it doesn’t help much when they were all negative changes… well, minus the rowdiness.”
“Mommy, I needa potty.” Scootaloo said, holding her tummy. She frowned; feeling the incoming wave of pressure hit her stomach. Under most circumstances, she wouldn’t mind; but not in front of other people.
Fluttershy raised an eyebrow at Bonbon and shrugged her shoulder, “Any bathrooms or porta-potties around here?”
“N-no. I’m sorry, I don’t think there is.” The women said, concerned.
Scootaloo tensed up, feeling a warm mess fill the seat of her diaper as she struggled to climb out of her swing. She sat back down and cowered at the feeling of messy diaper. She really didn’t want to make a scene…
“Say Scootaloo, maybe we should head back home…” She said, picking the child up and cradling her close to her chest. “I’m sure if we make it back soon enough, we can get you to the bathroom on time. I’ll see you Bonbon. Tell Lyra I said bye too!”
Bonbon smiled and waved her hand, “Oh alright, I’ll see you dear. Goodluck on making it home. Have a nice day!”
“Bye bye!” Scootaloo said, looking over her mommy’s shoulder and waving. She moved her head back to its proper position and looked at her her mother. “M-Mommy, I-I had a-“
“I know you did sweetie.” Fluttershy said, lifting the child back into the stroller. It hadn’t been twenty minutes they were at the park. She wouldn’t put her child through the embarrassment of having an audience while getting changed. She strapped her child into the stroller and started heading back down the trail.
There was a calm silence as Fluttershy walked her baby down the dirt road that lead up to her house. The sun was actually making outside pretty hot, which is never good for dirty diapers. Thankfully her daughter was wearing shorts, or else she might have had to smell her the whole way home.
“Honey, we need to talk about you pottying.” She said, pushing the child through the backyard; it was more like a big garden.
Scootaloo tried crossing her legs, but the guards in the stroller prevented her. She frowned, listening to her mommy. “W-what about it?” she questioned.
Fluttershy continued to the back of her cottage, walked up to its patio, and opened its backdoor. “Well sweetie, we need to talk about your dependence. You’re a big girl and I know you can’t control your pee. But, I can’t have you waddling around and making poopy pants like a little baby.”
The child’s cheeks went red as she heard her mother’s words. She crossed her arms and huffed indignantly, “I’m not a little baby and I didn’t make poopy pants.” She regretted her words. Her mom was trying to patronize her and she just said ‘poopy pants’ out loud.
The mother giggled a bit under her breath. She knew Scootaloo was just denying her accident. She didn’t really mind teasing, it was just more motivation for her daughter to start using the potty again. Funny how she calls it the ‘potty’ now too.
She pushed her daughter in through the back door and into the kitchen. It was a bit too early for lunch time yet. Then again, she had her daughter to change. Entering into the living room, she parked the stroller by the door and went to the front of the stroller.
Staring with blank eyes and a red face, the child turned her face away from her mother as a set of hands undid the straps around her chest. A set of hands pulled her up out of the stroller and brought her close to her mommy’s chest. She was completely silent.
Moving slowly, the mother walked up her steps with her child in her arms. She made it through her room and turned into Scootaloo’s room; shutting the door behind her as always. She made her way over to her daughter’s changing table, a fancy wooden one with worn out padding, and set her on it.
Tugging down Scootaloo’s shorts, she revealed the well-used diaper. Not only did the smell catch her off guard, but so did the sight. Giggling, she took a jab at the diaper. “Awe, looks like wittle baby Scootawoo made potty pants again!” she teased.
Scootaloo curled her arms against her chest. She turned her head away from her mommy. Blushing, she spread her legs out and whimpered a little.
“Awe, what’s that? Does Scootaloo not like the feeling of messy diapers?” She asked, prodding the well-used padding with her finger.
Squeaking, the child teared up a bit. “M-make it stop!”
“Stop what sweetie?” Fluttershy said, retracting her hand from the diaper. She knew about Scootaloo’s disorder; her other one that was. It would be wrong for her to keep teasing. She removed her shorts from around her ankles and helped her unto her bottom.
“T-the voices. T-they’re calling me a baby and won’t stop.” The girl said, getting more desperate as she covered her ears. She closed her eyes and shook her head; she couldn’t shake off the voices.
Hastily, the mother picked up her baby and cradled her close to her chest. Her hands moved around the child’s back and bottom, offering the child support. She rubbed her hand across the diaper’s paper backing before giving it a few calming pats, it was something that seemed to calm children well.
“Shh, the voices are lying. You’re not a baby, you’re a special girl; a very special girl. Mommy is here, you don’t have to worry about the voices.” She said, trying desperately to relax her baby. It wasn’t the first time she had the ‘baby’ voices in her head. It’d been a good week actually.
She continued to pat the child’s backside as she realized what just got on her hand, gross. She ignored it, she’d gotten used to changing diapers over the years. The smell and sight of the accident wasn’t too bad. Although, she still didn’t want to let a rash form on her child’s backside. That’s always disastrous.
“Better?” she questioned, setting her baby back unto the changing table.
Lying back, Scootaloo nodded and spread her legs. She balled her hands up into fist and wiped her eyes. The voices stopped sooner than she expected, she didn’t like the voices. That didn’t stop them from flashing in and around her whenever it was inconvenient.
“Mmm, I’m sorry for poking fun at you Scoots. I just don’t like having to clean up your bottom each time you make messies. I know you can’t take off your diapers, but you could at least go to the potty and try tugging it to your ankles. You’ve never even touched your princess training potty you know?” Fluttershy said, grabbing the diaper tabs with her hands.
Pulling them apart from the diaper, she watched as the front of her baby’s diaper dropped. She turned her head away and quickly balled her daughter’s diaper into a ball, tossing it into the nearby trash bin. She looked over at her child, poor thing must have been humiliated. She was in another trance again.
“Well sweetie, stay still. Mommy has to wipe your bottom.” She said as she pulled out a wet wipe and started working her daughter’s bottom. She tried to skim attention, but that’s always a hard task to do. It better that she do a good job now than deal with a nasty rash later down the line.
She gave her daughter a warm smile as she pulled out more powder and began sprinkling it onto her. Acting briskfully, she brought out the diaper and quickly tucked and wrapped it under and around her baby’s rump. Extending her hands out to Scoots, she pulled her unto her new poofy seat.
“There you go, your tushie is all clean and protected again.” She said, picking up her daughter’s shorts. Looking inside, she saw the stains among the center seem. She smirked a bit, “Hmm, let’s get you into something a little bit more comfy.”
Scootaloo watched as her mommy leaned in to help her out of the shirt she was wearing. With the desire to help on mind, she lifted her hands in the air. She didn’t want to cause any more trouble. She made her mommy go all the way to the park and leave; it was her fault.
She frowned as the pink shirt was hoisted off her top. Her face turned into a dead gloominess as her spirits sank even lower. She couldn’t bear the thought of making eye contact with her mommy.
The mother pulled out an outfit she kept around for house days, this being one of those occasions. It was a simple pink dress with a flower on the heart side of the shirt, a skirt attached at the hemline, and a diaper cover that popped out at the bottom.
Undoing the buttons, she pulled it over her baby’s head and helped lace her arms through it. She redid the buttons then picked her baby up and took a quick glance at her outfit. She looked adorable as always.
“Awe baby, you’re such a cutie. I don’t think I’m ever gonna let those boys see you, they’d fall head of heels in an instant if they saw you.” She giggled, helping the girl onto the ground. Come to think of it, her baby was still in her shoes.
“Y-you want help getting out of your tennis?” she asked, looking down at her baby. She looked really out of it, like a terrible mix of depression and grief.”
Scootaloo looked down at the ground, then fell back onto her padded rump. She just sat still, glancing awkwardly at the ground. She was thinking of something.”
“Mmm, honey. Come here and tell mommy what’s wrong?” Fluttershy asked, picking the child back up. She brought the child into a cradle and held her close to her chest. Leaning in she kissed the girl on the forehead.
Whimpering, the child closed her eyes and nuzzled her mommy’s chest. She looked up, holding back tears as she muttered “I-I’m so sorry.”
Fluttershy sqeezed her baby tight, rubbing her hand lovely up and down her back. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. Momma shouldn’t have teased you, it was wrong. Now, how about we just forget this happened and play. Does that sound fun?”
The child nodded, before planting her head back on her mommy’s chest. “Can we play dress up with dolls? I wanna try seeing how the new ones you got look on Lucy!”
The mother carried her child over to the window side of the nursery and set her down in the padded fenced off area; it was her play pen. Usually she didn’t allow her daughter to have hard toys in there, save the blocks, but she was trying to give her daughter a little bit more credit.
Scootaloo crawled over to a bin against the wall and pulled out a small wardrobe of Barbie-sized clothing, along with several disproportionately sized dolls. She smiled, squatting as she helped each of the polythene figures dress into the brightly colored neon dresses.
It was an activity she loved doing, she loved dresses and fashion a lot now a days. Even when she was dressed as a baby, she made sure she looked like a cute baby; at least when she was in public. Had it not been for her being in her room alone, she would have had a nice cardigan to wear with the sleeveless dress she was wearing.
Diligently working her fingers, she laced Lucy’s arms through the arm holes of the dress. She turned the doll around and taped two pieces of Velcro together. She flatted it out, making sure the back of the dress didn’t bulge too much.
“Does it look good?” She asked, holding the dress up in the air at her mommy.
Smiling, Fluttershy nodded. She looked at the dress and how well it’s lavender blue accents complimented the eye shadow of the doll. Its brunette hair was just dark enough to match the overall color scheme of the dress. Her baby really did understand fashion.
“Awe, my little fashionista. You know, I heard Rarity is looking for some ideas. Very well, she’s been looking for new clients too. Maybe I could take you down there and get you a new dress; maybe something in purple?” She said, giving her baby a warm grin as she handed her Lucy back.
The child smiled at the doll before giving it a light hug. She loved her dolls so much; they were her favorite types of toys. Secretly, she saw the toys in as friends in a way. She always struggled with real kids her age, aside from Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. It was nice having others to talk to.
Getting on her knees, she crawled over to a shelve with all her dollies and started carefully sitting them on their ledge. She gathered the dresses into their container and carefully put it on her shelve. She didn’t want to play with toys come to think of it, she wanted something to huggle.
She got on her hands and knees and started slowly inching her way over to the far side of the play pen area. Aside from the regular colorfully padded foam puzzle mat that covered most of the ground, there was also a large area covered in blankets, pillows, and what Scootaloo called her ‘stuffies’.
Watching from a far, Fluttershy folded some clothes, nonchalantly putting them into their individual spots among her wardrobe. She looked at her hands, finding a onesie of her daughter’s. Funny how little she’s grown over the years, much slower than the average child. Then again, she’s a lot smarter in a lot of unique ways.
Her head panned back over to her daughter. She was holding onto a big white bear that was nearly her size. It looked like Scoot’s eyes were closed and her meek triceps were tightened as tightly as they’d get around the animal.
She remembered getting that bear for her daughter. It was the first few hours after she had been checked in at the mental hospital nearly a year and half ago. The psychologist told her she had an acute schizophrenia. The diagnosis didn’t seem to have much of an emotional impact on Scootaloo at the time, but the information seemed to pass through her like a ghost.
On the way home, Scootaloo began sobbing uncontrollably and started fidgeting around in her seat. She tried stopping in at a local souvenir shop on the edge of town for a diaper change. The policy stated a purchase had to be made to use the restroom and the bear caught her daughter’s eye anyway so she bought it for.
Nearly a hundred stuffed animals later and Scootaloo still dove in for that one each time she wanted to cuddle. Her name for it made her giggle with the simplicity of it; she’d named it “Henry” for whatever reason.
Scootaloo nuzzled the bear, feeling it’s soft fur rub against her skin. She crawled over its legs, sitting down on them, and leaned in for a fuller hug. She opened her eyes, looking over at her mom with melancholy expression on her face.
“Awe, does Scootaloo like her stuffy? Yes she does!” Fluttershy cooed, walking over to her daughter. She placed her hands on the tall mesh railing and leaned in to see her child’s reaction.
Blushing, the child nodded before giving a big grin and hugging it again. She loved the feeling of hugs. She loved everything about it, the warmth, the security, and the way she could hide her face. Sometimes people reacted strangely to the way she expressed herself and it was nice to just show the way she felt.
She swallowed hard and slowly looked up at Fluttershy, “M-mommy, c-can I uh. Can I have a hug?”
“Hmm, whatever for?” The mother said, looking down at the child. She watched as her child let go of the bear and carefully stood up on her wobbly legs. Her posture seemed to be lacking, to no fault of her own.
Scootaloo didn’t voice her answer. She just scrunched her eyebrows, looking a bit confused over the question as she stared up the women. After all, why wouldn’t her mommy want to hug her?
“I’m just kidding…” Fluttershy giggled, picking her child up and holding her close to her chest. She moved a hand under her child’s bottom and the other one behind her back as she gave her a tight squeeze. “Mmm, oh you’re such a big girl. Your getting stronger by the day.” She said, bottom her child’s bottom.
Blushing, the child rested her head on her mommy’s breast. She squeezed Fluttershy’s sides extra tight, clutching her tiny hands as hard as she could. She loved hugging her mommy, she felt so strong, like a protector. She always felt weak, she always felt fragile, and thankfully her mommy was here at every turn to guard her. She needed her.
“Awe, Scootaloo…” The mother said, walking her baby over to the rocking chair; she usually only used the chair when trying to sooth her child and today was no exception. It was hard to tell when Scootaloo was in a tizzy nowadays, but her instincts served her well enough.
She sat down and used her legs to slowly rock the child back and forth. Pushing the rocking track in a teetering motion, she looked down at her child. Scoots looked so lost, she always looked lost. Her expression always drove her off the wall, it killed her on the inside being so unsure about her baby’s thoughts.
Scootaloo breathed a bit harder, she peeked her eyes up nervously as she stared up and into her mommy’s aqua eyes. Her eyes swelled up as she swallowed hard again, “M-Mommy. C-can I have milk? L-like your milk?”
“Oh.” Fluttershy said looking down at her chest. Over the years, he breast got more ‘Prepared’ for a child. Not only had she attempted several times with Big Mac, but hormones meant she was getting a bit ‘bigger’. That’s not even to mention the sensitivity.
The decision was a rather complicated one. It’s not that she had a problem with bonding with her child, she usually gave Scootaloo a bottle of milk at least twice a week, but this was different. There was a line between her child’s expression and her dependence. She hated crossing the line, but it was recommended by the psychologist to bond with her as much as possible.
Come to think of it, she really did think of Scootaloo as her baby.
“A-alright.” Fluttershy caved in, looking nervously around the room. She locked the door and her husband wouldn't be around for hours. She closed her eyes and grabbed the base of her pink t-shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it on the ground next to her.
She looked down at her bra, it wasn’t the nursing bra she used to wear; she’d have to actually take it off. She leaned forward and reached behind her back, unhinging the thing. The strap loosened and she pulled the bra of exposing her skin.
Nervously, she covered her breast with her crossed arms. “Please don’t stare at them too long, this is so embarrassing.” She said, uncovering her right boob.
Scootaloo didn’t waste time staring, she opened her mouth and cuffed her lips around her mommy’s exposed flesh. She closed her eyes, grabbing the flesh and leaning. She felt a hand rub lovely up and down her back as tears started swelling at her eyes.
Fluttershy leaned in, planting a kiss on her baby’s forehead. She ran her hand through Scootaloo’s hair. “I-I’m sorry sweetie. I love spending time with you more than anything in this world, but this isn’t normal behavior. We need to keep working on it alright?” she said, still keeping the subtle rubbing motion.
The child didn’t respond to the words. She knew it wasn’t normal. She didn’t care, she wasn’t a normal kid.
“Ooh sweetie, you’re such a little angel.” The mother said, looking down at her child. She noticed every small detail of her tiny figure. The way Scoot’s rosy cheeks were relaxed, the way her small pink plaid covered tummy rose so subtly whenever she took a breath, and the way her tiny arms clung so lightly to her mommy’s naked body.
She smiled, running her small fingers through her child’s well-kept purple hair. It was incredible how such a young child looked as beautiful as she did. Then again, she was a very special child.
A cold breeze alerted her spin as she fidgeted a little; she just realized that she was half naked. She rocked the chair forwards and carefully stood up. She stepped across the nursery, grabbing a pink throw blanket from her daughter’s crib. Carefully, she wrapped the blanket around her daughter’s top; she didn’t want her baby getting chilly.
She looked down at her baby then back at the crib. It was obvious that she wouldn’t be out for too long, it was too early in the evening. She lifted her child over the crib rails and gently unto the soft mess of blankets and pillows on the inside.
Smiling, she looked in admiration at her child. It’d been so long since she started letting Scootaloo sleep in that crib. A bit beneficial given her child’s condition, it gave her the luxury of protection in case of a schizophrenic trip. Sometimes the prospect of being railed off gave her a more easily relaxed mindset.
Her shoes mashed the plush rug beneath her feet as she made her way to the rocking chair. She calmly reached down and picked up her bra, lacing her arms through the bra straps and wrapping it firm around her back. Picking up her pink tee, she slipped it over her body and adjusted it to cover her tummy.
*Bzzz… Bzzz…” A sudden vibrating alerted her, making the women jump up in a sudden reaction.
Answering her phone, she did a double check to make sure her baby was asleep. She didn’t want to wake her baby up, about the only time she got to rest was when her child was calmed down. Between homeschooling and play she had no time to just settle down and relax.
“H-hello?”
“…”
“W-what? A-are you sure?” Fluttershy asked.
“…”
“Mmm”
“…”
“I know. I heard you the first time. I-I’m so sorry, w-why are you sending it to me?”
“…”
“Ooh, it’s for Scootaloo. I-I’m sure she’ll love it.” She panned, looking in dread at her child.
“…”
“Yeah, it’s nice talking to you too Rainbow. I-I’ll be sure to tell her.” She said, hitting a button on her phone. She closed her eyes and ran out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind her.
Her chest started to hurt, he mind raced, and worst of all she knew she deserved it. She was the one to drive away her friend, she was the one to baby her child this much, and she-well she was the one that was responsible for the decision she had to make.
She picked up her phone and dialed the only person she could trust…
***
“What do you mean, she sent the photos?” Mrs.Cake asked in a concerned voice, before taking another sip of her coffee.
Taking a deep breath, a cold wave shook the mother at her core. “I-I mean, Rainbow Dash sent them over. I-I don’t know how to explain it to Scootaloo, or should I even at all?”
Noticing her friend’s clear fragility, Lynn scooted closer and wrapped an arm around the girl. “Listen sweet heart, Scootaloo is only ten years old. The sooner you break the news to her, the sooner she’ll cut all of this stuff out.”
“I-I know b-but. What if she freaks out, how can I tell her I abandoned her? I-It’s so dumb, I-I don’t want her to hate me.” Fluttershy said, tearing up a little bit.
The baker rolled her eyes, “its simple sweetie, just tell her you were in a tough financial spot and you couldn’t afford a child.”
“B-but I could! I bought everything and I was ready to take care of her and then… well I couldn’t handle it. I was so young and I definitely didn’t want to balance taking care of her and myself and I-“ the young women was cut off.
“She’ll understand.” Mrs.Cake restated.
Fluttershy shook her head, “N-No she won’t. She’s such a delicate girl, if I tell her she’ll never understand why. It was a dumb decision giving her up and I know it was but she doesn’t know that I know that!”
Mrs.Cake nodded, “It’s alright. What even brought up the adoption in the first place. Also are you telling me that she’s never heard about any of this in therapy?”
Her hand moved from Flutterhshy’s shoulder to her back as she began soothingly rubbing it up and down the soft pink t-shirt. Over the years it seemed that her ‘daughter in law’ had gotten much older; maybe not physically, but emotionally for better or for worst. No doubt taking care of Scootaloo as long as she had was starting to age her.
“I told the consular my reasoning. S-she advised me to wait until an appropriate time to break the news to her.” The young mother said, smirking a little. She hadn’t really ever thought the situation would have come up so quickly. At that, she would have assumed Scootaloo wouldn’t have been so emotionally vulnerable at this age.
A small murmuring came from a monitor on a nearby stereo. The sudden activity caused the two women to jump up in surprise. It was obviously Scootaloo, although the drawn out moaning could have convinced them otherwise.
“Let me deal with that…” Fluttershy giggled nervously, blushing a little. She never felt comfortable dealing with Scootaloo’s problems in public. It wasn’t that she wasn’t used to them, but she didn’t know how her baby wanted to be treated.
She ran behind her couch and up the stairway, quickly making her way back into the baby’s room. Scanning around the room, she noticed her groggy daughter lazily rolling back and forth in her bed.
Scootaloo stretched her legs outwards while simultaneously extending her arms to the furthest of their reach. She readjusted herself and smiled, looking up at her mommy. She blushed as she kicked her legs playfully, “Hehe, morning.”
“It’s actually afternoon sweetie.” The mother giggled, reaching inside the crib.
A set of hands wrapped around the child’s sides, pressing down as they lifted her out of her spot, making her drop the blanket that was wrapped around her in the process. Clinging to her mother, she wrapped her arms around her stomach and relaxed her head on her carrier’s body.
A cold finger pulled back the elastic that clung to her side and swept her the inside of her thighs. “Eep!” she yelled, fidgeting a little. She pouted a bit and looked at her mommy annoyed. She hated the feeling of diaper checks.
“Hehe, sorry sweetie pie. I can’t have you getting a rash again. You’re dry by the way-oh, also Mrs.Cake is here. Although, I don’t think she’ll be sticking around for lunch. She has to make it back to the bakery soon.” Fluttershy said with a slight sigh, despite the mask she felt a lot less confident around her daughter.
Not only was the information coming up even more frequently than it used to, but Scootaloo was getting to an age where she needed to be given more credibility. But with a mindset so foreign to her own, the reaction might be completely different.
With her daughter in her arms, she started walking slowly out of the room and down to the living room where her company was waiting patiently. The clock seemed to tick slowly, the room seemed eerily tense, and the presence of Scootaloo’s high-strung social situation made breaking the silence more painful for everyone.
“Say hi, Scootaloo.” Fluttershy said, lifting her child unto the couch as she approached it. Somehow Scootaloo had astonishingly kept from removing her shoes the whole length of time she’d been home.
“Well how’s my favorite little Scoots doing?” Mrs.Cake cooed, grabbing the child from under her arms and lifting her onto her lap. She nuzzled the girl, smelling the innocent scent of the baby powder that’d splashed onto her clothes. Bouncing her knee up and down ever so slightly, she grinned at the small kid.
“I’m doing fine.” Scoots said, looking more than proud at the women. She’d known her for years and this visit would prove again just how much she admired Mrs.Cake. The lady seemed really nice and she never paid attention to the little mistakes she made from time to time. It was weird, but she actually screwed up less when she was around.
Giving the child a light squeeze, the baker shook her from side to side, “Ooh, you’re getting so big. Your outfit looks really cute by the way!”
“Hehe, thanky!” Scoots said, nervously. “Ah-hem, I mean thankyou.” she muttered, covering her diaper flap. She knew that her mommy’s friend knew of her problem, it was still a bit blush worthy.
The baker smiled, reaching over and rubbing the child’s head. “Hehe, you’re too cute Scootaloo. You know, your mommy won’t admit this but she used to love dresses like you; she was a little bit of a girly girl too.”
Scootaloo didn’t say anything. Her mouth dropped a little bit as she looked for a response from her mother.
“Yeah a little bit.” The mother said, walking over and sitting down beside her child. “Like mother like daughter I suppose.” She looked over at her friend and gave her a sheepish grin. She balled her hands up and started playing with her fingers.
There was a brief moment of quiet with the three people as the dust continued to collect on the nearby bookshelves. Scootaloo was busy being engrossed in a smile with Lynn while Fluttershy tapped her foot. Infact, the only thing keeping the silence at bay was the young mother’s obsessent tapping. The tension drove her wild, despite there being no real need for it-still.
The oldest of the three leaned in, wrapping her arms around the child and hugged her tightly. Her eyes closed as she smelled the mix of air-freshener and baby powder on the young girl. “Alright sweetie, Auntie Cake has to leave. But before I do…” she panned, digging into her apron.
Scootaloo watched in awe as she was handed a small pink sucker. Watching as it was unwrapped; it was stuck in her mouth.
“It’s a sucker. I know you like pink and bubble gum and what not. It’ll help keep you all fed up until lunch is made. Now if you excuse me, I need to go…” the baker nodded, standing up, “Love you two. Bye!” she waved her hand.
Watching from a distance, the young mother tensed up inside. She closed her eyes and left out a short sigh. It pained her on the inside, like carbonation building up for years; it was a surprised thought, the punishment for her denial.
She wanted to spit at Mrs.Cake for pretending this was such a little problem. It wasn’t a little problem. What if Scootaloo hates her, what if she ruins everything, what if it didn’t really matter anyway? It didn’t matter up til’ this point, so did it really matter if it ever happened?
***
“Open wide sweetie…” Fluttershy said, smiling warmly at her daughter as she scooped the last bit of the mush into her baby’s mouth. She dinged the spoon on the side of the plastic jar, a trick she’d learned over the years to get rid of any excess stuff.
Reaching for a cloth on her lap, she gently wiped her baby’s face. She couldn’t help but smile at her baby’s smile. The lively expression- a happy one, along with the radiance of her pale skin tone helped insure her that she was happy just being with her.
She grabbed her baby’s fork, a rounded plastic one coated pink. Jabbing a banana on her daughter’s plate, she brought it up to her little lips and helped it into her mouth. “Hehe, who’s momma’s little cutie pie?” she teased, booping her daughter’s little nose as she watched her eat.
Scootaloo giggled, clapping her hands and babbling happily. She loved playing baby with her mommy; it made feel more liberated to play with everyone and she enjoyed the freedom. She grabbed two of the bananas with her hands in a clumsy manner and stuck them both in her mouth as she kept laughing.
“Awe, such a wittle sweetie. You’re too cute to ever grow up.” The mother said, wiping off her daughter’s face again. Curious of the change in her baby’s expression, she questioned, “Um, is everything alright sweetie? Are you gassy again? Do you want momma to burp you?”
The child blushed, feeling a warm mush relieve the tension in her stomach. Her expression suck as she filled the seat of her diaper. She denied her action and shook her head
Fluttershy puckered her eyebrow, “Scootaloo, d-did you just have an accident?” she ask, giving her baby girl an empathetic smile. She paid attention to her daughter, her sunken expression and subtle fidgeting was enough evidence to know what happened.
She reached her hands out and undid the straps to the highchair and lifted her daughter into the air. Smiling, she teased her daughter, “Awe, does some baby girl have a mushie tushie?”
Scootaloo vaugley smiled, trying hard to not to look at her mommy. It embarrassed her to no end but she was so glad to know her mom wasn’t mad at her. “Hehe.” She giggled a little bit, hugging unto her mommy as she was brought up to her waist.
“Don’t worry sweetie.” Fluttershy said, walking her daughter through the bedroom. Her steps slowed down as she turned several corners and started her way upstairs. “You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m not too happy that you lied to mommy about pottying, but I understand.” She said, looking down at her daughter as she made her way to towards the nursery.
“Wadda you mean?” Scootaloo asked, looking up with a curious expression.
Smirking a little as she entered the room, Fluttershy panned her eyes towards the crib and eventually towards the blinded window. Taking a deep breath, she walked her daughter over to the changing table and set her down.
“Y-you know how sometimes you wonder what those voice are-those creeping feelings of despair and sadness and a longing to be held tight…” She tensed up as she started working her daughter’s snaps and moved onto her diaper.
The child cocked her head to the side like a curious puppy.
The mother sighed, pulling out the wipes and cleaned off her daughter’s bottom for what seemed like the thousandth time in the past couple years. “I mean, you know those uncontrollable things in your life that make you so confused yet so sad…”
Grimacing a little bit, the child felt the cold cloth run across her bottom before a puff of baby powder filled the air around her. She shook her head before coughing a little.
Fluttershy rolled her eyes, pulling out a diaper and pushed it underneath her child’s bottom. She lifted the front and taped the tabs from the back to it. She looked her child in the eye and then looked around the whole area of the nursery, “Scootaloo, does it ever bother you that your life makes no sense?”
She gave her daughter a curious stare, it was obvious that she made no sense to the girl; sometimes she hated how poor her daughter’s reasoning was. It made her think if Scootaloo even remembered her baby days. Did she remember being held at night, being fed early in the morning? Did she remember their bond, or worse their separation?
“Mommy, I’m confused.” The muttered as she rested her hands on her chest. Her eyebrows puckered as she tried her best to understand her mother’s word. She closed her eyes and shook her head; she was starting to get a headache for some reason.
“That’s alright I suppose.” Fluttershy said, disappointed. She redid her baby’s bloomers and helped Scootaloo sit up on her padded backside. “You’ve gotta understand, I’m just a bit frustrated at the moment…” She picked up her baby, “not at you though.” She said, smiling warmly.
The child nodded, “It’s okay. C-can I play some more in with my dolls, I’ll promise I’ll be good.”
Fluttershy nodded in kind and walked over to the fenced off area of the room. She set her daughter over the mesh gateway and onto the area of stuffies. “Behave sweetie…” She said, reaching into her jean pocket. She stuck it into her mouth and cleaned lint off the nipple with her tongue, then handed it to her baby.
Scootaloo stuck it in her mouth and giggled a bit, “Hehe, that’s so gross.”
Giving her daughter a warm smile, she giggled as well. “Hehe, I needa take care of some stuff sweetie. In the meantime, you just play with your dollies and watch a bit of T.V” She said, walking over to the T.V on the wall. She turned it and the cable box on the mount on.
It was amazing how long that T.V lasted; it was a gift from her father nearly seven years ago. She would’ve kept it in the living room, or in her room, but it seemed to entertain babies pretty well. Besides, she wasn’t really much of a T.V person, if she really wanted to see something she'd look it up on the internet.
“Well baby, I’ll be back in an hour or so. Just shout if you need me, the baby monitor is on and I’m right around the corner.” She said, waving her hand to her baby as she closed her door.
The room was quite with the exception of the sad women’s sobs. Tears stained the wooden surface board before a folded set of arms came plummeting down, their skin being warmed by the sunny rays of sun that shined through the window.
“I-I-can’t.” The mother sobbed, lifting her head and looking at the two separate photos of her baby girl. She scooted them to the side of the desk and quieted themselves; she didn’t want Scoots to hear her. Still, the issue wasn’t getting any easier on her.
She reached under the desk and into one of the drawers. She gripped crumpled paper in her hands and gently began unfolding every lie she ever told herself. That’s what they were, they were lies, nothing but lies. Her messages to Rainbow Dash were all lies.
Her breathing hastened as she found herself painfully slamming her fist unto the hard wood. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” She repeated as she continually hit herself on the forehead. She planted her head on the desk and let out a long drawn out moan.
“Ugh. I got stuff to do, I needa think what to do. Why did I have to choose the life of a tedious house wife?” She asked, peaking her head up from her arms. She really didn’t like having such a mundane life. Not to say she didn’t love spending time with her little girl, but there was just so many intervals of time where she did nothing.
The baby monitor by her bed sounded a loud whined out moan. Suddenly, the speaker cracked and a loud squeak was heard from both it and Scootaloo’s room.
“Baby?” Fluttershy questioned, standing up. She ran to her baby’s door and entered inside the room. Charging at the crying child, she hopped over the fence gate. Looking down at her child, she watched Scootaloo aimlessly rolled side to side in her piles of stuffed animals.
“The colors, make them stop!” The child cried in a high pitched squeal. “I-I was watching the T.V and e-everything started changing colors. Nothing makes sense.” She said, planting her hands over her face.
“Shh-shh. There there baby.” Fluttershy cooed, picking the child up and holding her an arm’s length away. She noticed Scootaloo’s bloomers drooped a few inches lower than they were supposed to, something must have scared her good.
“Wait a second sweetie…” She said, standing the child unto the carpeted ground. She undid her daughter’s diaper flap and ripped off the diaper; letting it plop unto the floor. She ran over some supplies and started wiping off her baby’s front and backside.
Scootaloo stood on her wobbly knees, keeping her eyes completely closed throughout the wiping. She felt a thick padding separate her legs back out and a soft cotton tape around her hips.
Giving her daughter a warm grin, she manually lifted her baby’s hands in the air and lifted the dress right off her body. She balled it up and tossed it near the clothes hamper, “It was a bit wet near the bottom there sweetie…”
She walked over to her child and lifted her into a cradle. Her baby’s back felt so warm, as if she were getting hot; or maybe she was just too cold. Hugging her daughter daughter, she closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her baby’s hair, “Shh… stop your sobbing sweetie.”
Scootaloo looked up at her mommy. Being on the verge of tears, she tried keeping her eyes closed. No matter how much how tight she closed them; she could still picture dozens of external lights and colors flashing in her vision. “Please make it stop.” She demanded.
“It’s alright.” The mother said, holding her daughter close to her chest. She ran her hands through her daughter’s messy orange hair again. There was a murky quietness in the room as she patiently listened to her daughter’s occasional sob.
There was no end to the calamity in the child’s mind, whirling colors, whirling sounds; all in a whirling world that made founded her woven into the arms of her mother. It wasn’t prideful for the girl to break down so easily, to fall short of independence drove her into insanity more than any ailment of hers ever could and yet she was alright with her life.
Her tears stopped as she rose her head from her mother’s chest. She wiped her face off and made contact with her mother’s aqua eyes. Her mom’s eyes always glimmered so brightly and looked so beautiful, almost like an ocean view skyline.
“I-I’m sorry I’m so clingy.” She said, frowning as she stared at the ground. She really knew that she spent too much time with her mommy. She wanted to do other things, but she never made it far without having a meltdown. She felt like an old rust bucket of a child, completely unreliable.
“Baby…” Fluttershy cooed, adjusting her child in her arms. One of her hand’s moved under the child’s bottom and the other one moved unto her back. “you’re not too clingy sweetie.” She said, moving her hand up and down from the base of Scootaloo’s neck to where her diaper’s elastic poofed out, just above her lower back.
“Yes I am, look at me. I’m ten years old and I’m still wearing diapers like a dumb baby.” She pouted, wanting to cross her arms.
Walking her child over to the dresser, she stopped and sat on the floor. She gave her baby a warm smile despite her not being able to see it, “You’re not a baby, but you are a very special young lady. Just because you have a few potty problems doesn’t make you a baby. Nor does wanting to be all cuddled and bundled. It’s perfectly healthy for a girl like you to need your mommy.”
Without saying another word, she moved over to the dresser and started sorting through the clothing with her one free arm. There was a lot of it to choose from; her girl’s small rate of growth meant a stockpile of clothes during the holiday season.
Looking down at her daughter, she noticed little red marks all around her daughter’s eyes. Scootaloo must have been scratching her face again, one of the ticks she formed over the years it seemed. It wasn’t Scoot’s fault that she had schizophrenia and she felt compelled to do that. It was part of the reason why she had to be alert all the time; poor Scootaloo could really hurt herself.
“A-are you alright sweetie?” She questioned as she ran her hands through her daughter’s hair.
Scootaloo looked up for a moment, making small *hic* noises. She clutched her hands around her mommy’s waist and began crying uncontrollably into her breast again. “N-no I’m not alright mommy! I’m never going to be ‘alright’!”
Fluttershy closed her eyes and held her daughter even tighter than before. It seemed like Scootaloo was becoming more unstable by the day, both physically and emotionally. It was time that she acted on her desire; she had to tell Scootaloo the truth about it all. She just needed the right venue.
“Sweetie, you’ll make it through this. You’re a little tough cookie and I know you’re stronger than your giving yourself credit for.” She said, patting her daughter’s back side some more.
“Mmm… I-I’m so scared though.” The child muttered, opening her eyes. She blinked a few time as the swirling colors lost their occupancy in her vision. She moaned, feeling her mom lovingly coddle her; it made her feel so nice on the inside.
The young women’s expression went still as she closed her eyes again. She huffed, falling unto her backside and embracing her child even tighter than before. Leaning in, she kissed her daughter’s forehead and opened her eyes again.
“Let go Scootaloo, momma hasta get an outfit for you. We’re gonna go outside. Does that sound like fun?” she questioned. She knew Scootaloo liked the outdoors. She really liked everything pretty and nature wasn’t an exception. In fact, she loved nature; aside from the dirt that is.
Sniffling, the child smiled a little bit. She let go of her mommy and backed up. “C-can I wear a dress? I-I promise I won’t get it dirty!”
Smiling in kind, the mother nodded. She grabbed the dress from its hanger and helped guide her daughter through it. It was a girly dress, like most of the ones her daughter liked. It was a strapless yellow top with a flowy princess like bottom. It wasn’t an expensive dress by any means, but it looked good.
She reached her hand to her daughter’s, gripping her hand in her own. She felt as her daughter squeezed just a little tighter. She started walking forward, keeping her daughter balanced as she waddle forwards a little. Walking was something Scootaloo was unable to do for too long. Her legs, like most of her body, looked un-toned and somewhat skinny.
Walking her daughter out of her room, she made careful steps as she went down the stairs. Under most circumstances, she wouldn’t ever let Scootaloo walk up or down the stairs. But, she was going slow enough that her daughter had no choice but to take her time.
“Easy there…” she panned, helping her daughter walk down the steps one by one. “We’re almost there…” She celebrated, stepping down the last step. Pausing at the doorway, a little message sent directly to her brain.
“Wait a sec.” She said, letting go of her daughter’s hand.
Scootaloo turned her head to the side, watching her mommy dash across the room. She sat on the ground, spreading her legs trying to balance herself.
“I-I F-for-got the diaper-bag.” She said, taking heavy breaths as she went. “Also…” she pulled out a bottle of milk. “I also got fruit snacks if you get real hungry.”
***
The sun sheltered itself in the distant horizon beyond the line of forest that covered the perimeter of the quaint cottage. The warm temperate weathered sunset silhouetted all the trees in a Polaroid like snapshot. Staring at the beautiful star was a mother cuddled up next to her baby on a lawn chair.
“Mommy, what’s the sun? Why is it there?” The young child questioned, moving up her mother’s stomach. She used her mother as a mattress, resting her head on her chest; Her mother’s arms wrapped around her stomach.
Pulling her daughter up her chest so more, the mother planted a kiss on her head and smiled. “Hehe, the sun is a star like all the rest in the sky. It’s just a bit closer so it keeps Earth and her life warm. I think it’s in the science curriculum for next year, but we can talk about it now. If you want that is?”
“Hmm…” Scootaloo pondered a question as the sun delved towards the horizon line. It was getting dark out so quickly. “Why does the sun stick around mommy?”
“What do you mean sweetie?” Fluttershy questioned, watching the twilight approach over the sky. It was triumphing over everything it seemed, there was no escaping darkness. It was part of the cycle as always.
“The sun, it’s always in the sky and it’s always hovering around earth. Why does the sun hoover, what makes it hover? Also, why does the sun stay around watching over Earth, is it trying to keep it warm for some reason?” the child ask, her curiosity peaked.
The mother stared blankly at the sun and smiled, “The Sun actually doesn’t hover around Earth. Earth hovers around The Sun. Also you were right; The Sun does warm the earth. It provides heat for every living thing on earth.
Scootaloo smiled proudly as she sank her head into her mommy’s chest again. Her eyes went dim as she felt the warmth of the sun and the beat of her mother’s heart slowly rock her senses. “Mommy, why do you love me so much?” she questioned.
“Cause Scootaloo, you’re my baby, my child; just like Earth is the Sun’s baby. Without you, I wouldn’t have someone to keep warm.” She cooed, brushing her hand through her baby’s hair again.
There was a stagnant snapping of tree branches that rustled many of the nearby trees. Several of the grainy brown figures came crashing down and unto the cottage. While the sun set on the warm summer night, the moving cool tides of air swept through the ski.
Without saying a word to her baby, the mother lifted her child into her arms and grabbed her diaper bag from the side of her chair. She straightened out her own outfit and looked at the skyline behind her cottage; just what she thought, storm clouds.
The clouds seemed to battle and swirl around each other like a well-trained RAF fighter jet brigade. Suddenly her vision twisted, over to the doorway. Its plain wooden texture and flower painted entrance way seemed to be muffling an alarming sound. A small vibration came from her right pocket; it must have been her cellphone.
“Alright, clearly mommy hasn’t been paying too much attention to the weather again. You didn’t leave any toys or anything out here did you?” She questioned, looking around the yard. With the sun on the decline, it wasn’t too easy seeing things around the yard. If Scootaloo left something small out in the yard, she wouldn’t be finding it until at least tomorrow morning.
Scootaloo shook her head, she didn’t bring anything outside. Strange how her mommy didn’t see the storm clouds though, then again she was busy just staring at her phone and stuff the whole time; it worried her. Her mommy was usually so busy smiling and talking with her, sometimes even playing with her. Yet, she seemed out of it until the sunset.
“Good girl.” Fluttershy cooed, brushing her hand through her baby’s hair again. She walked through the back door and shut it tight; locking the handle. She turned towards the living room, running all the way passed the kitchen and into the main room. “Oh… my.”
“This just in, a sizable thunder-storm is approaching through the Midwestern Equestrian province. The local government recommends that all citizens remain indoors. Throughout the night, expect winds up to fifteen kilometer per hour, with strong gust up to twenty kilometers per hour. Lighting will prevail from ten at night to seven in the morning. Heavy rainfall is expected to occur from ten at night and to end around three in the afternoon tomorrow morning. The following counties are currently under the severe thunderstorm watch, Arcadia, App-“ The emergency broadcast voice was silenced.
Fluttershy rolled her eyes, ending the service prompt with a click of a button and changing it to a child’s tv network. “Sorry about that sweetie, I didn’t mean for you to get all riled up by the reports…” she said, walking her baby over to the couch and setting her down.
Taking a seat next to her baby, she leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. “I haven’t been up to date with things lately, although apparently Daddy left the T.V on. Speaking of Daddy, we needa give him a call I guess. I suppose he’ll be spending the night in town. I don’t like the idea of him driving in weather like this.
She reached into her diaper bag, grabbing the bottle of formula from the thermal side compartment of the thing. She reached over, dimming the lights in the living room. She scanned the room, making sure all the blinds were still shut; they were.
“Come here baby…” she said, turning her body and stretching out the long way of the couch. She waited for her baby to crawl on top of her stomach and then grabbed her baby’s blanket from her diaper bag.
Scootaloo instinctually hugged unto her mommy’s waist and rested her head on her chest. It was a safe quiet spot, it was also pretty warm. Suddenly her mother sat up and quickly unzipped the back of her sundress. A pair of warm hands glided across her shoulders as the dress was yanked gently off her body. Confused, she stared curiously at her mother.
Solemly, the mother closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A week ago she’d never take off her top; it wasn’t like a mother to do that to her child. But she had to make a point; Scootaloo was the exception after all. Lifting from the base of the shirt, she pulled off, over her head and tossed it on the ground. She unhinged her bra strap and did away with it as well.
“More breastfeeding?” Scootaloo questioned with a blush on her face. “W-why am I naked too?”
Some subtle sounds of lightening crackled in the background as the mother tossed a light pink blanket over her baby’s body, covering what she could with what little she had.
“Honey, there’s a crack in your ceiling that’s been chewing away at everything you know about yourself isn’t there? Does it ever disturb you that you know nothing about yourself, that you know nothing about me, and yet you’re so ready to throw your arms and call to your mommy for help?”
Scootaloo tensed up a bit. Her body felt cold and warm all at the same time. She knew it wasn’t her mind playing tricks on her again, something about all of this made her physically uncomfortable.
Fluttershy rubbed the blanket up and down her baby’s back, ruffling its soft pink velvet surface with each stroke. “This blanket that I keep with me, with you at all times. I-I never have used it, I never wanted to, I-I thought I might g-give it to you as a gift when you graduate from college…” The mother started stuttering. Tears from at the corner of her eyes as she shook her head, “C-cause I know y-you’d do great t-things, c-cause you’re a great kid a-and“
“M-mommy?” the child questioned, clenching unto her mommy’s side.
“I-I couldn’t wait. Y-you’re my baby girl Scootaloo. I knew you’d know, y-you’re such a smart girl. Don’t you ever stop b-being w-what you want to be in this world! C-cause you know, s-sometimes you’re only what you make yourself out to be.” Fluttershy said, hugging her daughter close to her chest. She was her baby’s mother.
From inside the pearly white bars of a crib, a young lady brushed her bangs out of her face to look at the weather outside. She stayed laying back, watching as the rain spat up unto the foggy glass. There was no telling what it was like around the house, she was just curtain that it was raining.
She rolled over, gripping a white teddy bear which she held close to her chest. Her hand moved beside her pillow and brought up a small square device… it was a cellphone.
“5.00 A.M.” She thought to herself before setting the phone back down. It seemed like she wasn’t one for a quick wake. Generally she liked staying cozy in her ‘footies’ as her and her mother called them, maybe getting under some heavy blankets for additional comfort.
She clenched her knees together as she lay her head silently back on her pillow. The big bulge between her legs wasn’t cold or even damp this morning. She made sure not to drink too much before she went to bed, so that came as no surprise.
She closed her eyes because of how heavy they felt. It always felt like a load off her life whenever she got to spend some time just resting. Spending so many years in close proximity of her mommy made her appreciate her isolation. She felt so mature, she was only fourteen and she already enjoyed her leisure time; what a privilege.
***
“Good morning sweetie…” Fluttershy said, leaning over the crib side. She reached her hand in and brushed the bangs from her daughter’s face. It was pretty early in the morning, but Scootaloo had been sleeping for quite some time.
Looking around the room, she admired how clean her daughter kept it. Not only were it’s hard wood floors spic and span, but her stuffed animals and other things were all put in their proper spot. She didn’t usually make her daughter clean up much, but Scootaloo liked doing it anyway.
The young girl rubbed her eyes before sitting up. It wasn’t too obvious what time it was, save the phone’s timer. She checked it, it was about 8:00 in the morning. “Mom, why’d you get me up so early?”
“Cause sweetie…” Fluttershy said, opening the gate to the crib. “I’m thinking we could go on a little stroll together, maybe. it might get sunny this afternoon and I wanted to get breakfast and everything in you.”
“Mom…” she droned on as she was lifted up by her mother and into a cradle. Her heart sank a bit as she found herself clinging to her mom’s chest. She hated being carried, stupid weak legs.
Fluttershy giggled a little as she helped her daughter over to her dresser. Setting her down on the ground, she gave her a sheepish smile. “Sorry sweetie, I forgot you wanted to start doing things yourself. I just thought I’d help get you out of your footies lovey!”
“Mom, stop!” she moaned, lying back on the ground. She blushed a bright shade of red as she covered her face. She honestly really did appreciate the help, but her mother’s tone made her cringe on the inside.
After some uncomfortable fidgeting, the teenager was left in her bra and diaper. She crossed her arms over her chest, there was definitely not much to cover up, but she always wore a bra anyhow. The diaper was another situation. Over the years, her underwear changed in design. She managed to ditch pampers for the most part, but that just allowed for the bulk of them to increase with the new brand.
She reached for her diaper tabs and ripped them apart, letting the sogging wet garment to plop on the ground below her. She pulled the diaper from underneath her bottom and sat up. “Mom, c-could you leave?” she asked, looking up at Fluttershy.
“Of course sweetie.” Fluttershy nodded. She understood that Scootaloo didn’t like being seen naked. It definitely wasn’t a rare occasion to see her daughter nude though, sometimes Scootaloo would need help cleaning herself, or changing herself, or dressing herself. She seemed to be getting better by the day though.
Meanwhile, Scootaloo lazily stood on her two legs and weakly waddled over to her changing table. She crawled on top of it and grabbed the bag of baby wipes. It wasn’t the first time she cleaned herself, but it never was easy. She could smell the dry urine on herself, it was disgusting smelling.
After some very diligent wiping, she turned on her tummy. Her small bottom protruding in the air, she grabbed the baby powder and blindly sprayed her bottom with it. She turned back unto her bottom.
Finally, she reached to the side and grabbed her diaper. By far, diapers seemed to be the bain of her life. She didn’t always like wearing them, but they seemed to help her a lot in her episodes. She knew that her body was practically useless when a trip came around to screw with her perception. If she didn’t wear them, she’d have a lot of dirty laundry.
She balled her fist, clenching into the diaper’s poufy white padding. It felt so weird to her sometimes, the amorphous padding that always surrounded her butt always felt so foreign. You’d think the feeling of the wet gel would become more familiar with you but it never does.
Rolling her eyes, she raised her backside and slipped the diaper underneath her bottom. She pulled the front up and wrapped the tabs snug around her waist. She didn’t bother staying on the changing table for long. She just ignored the bulge between her legs and slowly climbed off the thing.
She took a good look around her room. Sitting up against the changing table, she looked around at the lightly décored room. It seemed like nothing much really changed, yet everything looked so different than what it did years ago.
Specifically, her body hadn’t changed much. It was still the same small and skinny combination that made anything physical hard for her years ago. She was by far the shortest of girl she knew of her age. Weighing just under eighty pounds, she was small.
Getting on her hands and knees, she slowly crawled over to her dresser and opened its doors. She opened her wardrobe and took out a pantied skirt; a knee length pink skirt that her mom sewed a pair of white bloomers on. She got on her back laced her feet through the holes. She tugged it up her side and around her waist.
“Mmm.” She grunted, sitting back up. She clenched unto the bottom of the opening of her dresser and stood herself up. She closed her eyes as she brought herself up with all her strength. Look through her wardrobe; she picked out a white blouse with a matching cardigan. Just because she was weak didn’t mean she wanted to stop dressing up.
She turned around on her wobbly knees and slowly made her way towards the door. Step by step, she smiled as she went. In all honesty, she really wasn’t weak at the legs; it just looked like it. She had a problem with her feet, they were too callused and her arches needed more support. Still, she needed the exercise and she needed to deal with her inability to walk before she had the surgery. It was still a bit out of her way in life.
“Honey?” Fluttershy questioned, knocking on the door. “Can I come in?” she questioned. She didn’t like the prospect of Scootaloo being alone for too long, she was always worried about her.
The teenager rolled her eyes, “Yeah mom, I’m fine. Come in if you want.” She said, grabbing hold then leaning back on her crib. She closed her eyes and crossed her legs. She wanted to look relaxed, because she was after all relaxed.
The mother gently swung the door open and looked in. She noticed her daughter’s cute outfit and smiled, “Oh my, Scootaloo I love your choice. You want me to help with your make up, or maybe your hair?”
“I don’t know…” Scootaloo said blowing the hair out of her face; the longer she grew it the quicker it got out of hand it seemed. She kept her eyes fixated at the ceiling and went dead silent. She really didn’t like having to manage her hair all the time.
Giving her daughter a warm smile, Fluttershy wisped beside Scootaloo with a white scruntchie at hand. “Well sweetie, let me play with your hair for a moment.” She said, turning her daughter. Balling then curling her daughter’s hair in a bun shape, she smiled.
“Thanks mom.” Scootaloo said with a slight smile on her face. She really did love her mom sometimes, especially the little things that she did to make her day feel so special. It really made her happy that her mom stuck around after Big Mac left.
She stared at the ground for a moment before giving her mom a sly grin. She closed her eyes and leaped forward, enveloping her mom in a tight hug.
“Awe, baby. Is everything alright?” She questioned, running her hands through her daughter’s hair. There really wasn’t much she could do without screwing the bun up. She leaned crouched a bit and let her daughter rest her head on her chest.
Scootaloo looked up at her mommy and smiled, “Yeah, I just really wanted to thank you. I’m sorry for driving you out of my room earlier. That was dumb of me, I-I don’t mind you seeing me na-“
“Honey please, I understand you need your privacy.” She giggled, rubbing her child’s back. Always the trigger jumper Scootaloo was. Perhaps sometimes she was too honest or too emotional, probably a bit of both.
“I know.” The teenager said looking back up, “T-thankyou.” She said, blushing a bit. She turned her focus over to her stationary. “C-could we maybe stick around for a little while after breakfast? I-I mean I heard it’s going to keep raining anyway, so maybe we could just stay inside?”
Fluttershy’s eyes opened up, “Really? Oh, I hadn’t checked the weather in a while. I guess that’s fine. You want help getting down stairs?” She asked, before lifting her child into another cradle. Scootaloo was surprisingly light, probably due to the upper body workouts she started doing a while back. It was nice being able to lift things ease; something she couldn’t always due a few years back.
“Mom, it’s not really a question if you do it anyway.” Scootaloo panned, looking down at the floor. “Please don’t drop me, my butt still hurts from last time you know?” She said, looking at her mother’s sheepish smile. Last time she was accidently dropped, her mom tripped on a table leg and sent her flying unto the living room couch; it was a really close call.
“Oh sweetie, you’re stronger than you think. I’m sure you’d be fine even if I dropped you a few feet. If I were to run over your foot, that’d be another problem.” She said, opening the door and starting her walk downstairs.
As Scootaloo looked around, she noticed how little the rest of her house had changed. There wasn’t any big leap in technology from when she was ten, there was no major modernization movement, and there wasn’t a big push to retrofit what they already had. The whole house looked about the same, aside from some of the furniture being moved around a bit.
Fluttershy looked down at her child and smiled as she made her way down the final steps. She was so much bigger than she used to be, at least in her eyes she was. No longer did Scootaloo crave being held all the time, nor did she crave being babied. For the most part that is, she still had a few ‘security blankets’, probably for attachment sake.
She carried her daughter through the dimly lit living room and into the dining room. Walking over to the actual table, she set her daughter into her old highchair. Diligently, she began working the straps then dropped the table unto her baby’s lap.
Scootaloo relaxed, sitting back in the chair’s plush padding. She didn’t really need the highchair, but being fed make her more comfortable in the mornings, a time when stomach is at its weakest. Her mom knew how to pace her consumption better too.
She smiled, watching as her mom brought over a stack of pancakes for her. The food she had wasn’t ussaully wasn’t more than a bottle or a cereal bowl. Her mom probably wanted to make something big before their stroll. Too bad the weather outside was so bad.
“Hehe, someone looks ready.” Fluttershy added, bringing up a chair right in front of Scootaloo. She looked down as she cute the few pancakes into tiny little squares. “Now chew slowly Scoots, there’s no rush.” She said, giving her daughter a warm smile.
Opening her mouth, the girl slowly nommed the pancakes off her mom’s fork and slowly began chewing. Her eyes became fixated on the small rounded prong fork that her mother used. Its handle had the design of some cartoon character in a peaceful backdrop.
“Baby…” Fluttershy waved her hand, gathering the attention of her baby again. Scootaloo was so easily distracted, probably on account of her Aspergers. It wasn’t her fault really, being stimulated with baby stuff must be overwhelming sometimes. Baby stuff is filled with designs and colors that distract the eye, no wonder she had a hard time focusing sometimes.
Scootaloo smiled at her mom, happily eating the food as it was served to her. She knew some of her rituals were getting a bit strange and she really loved that her mom made excuses for her sometimes.
Fluttershy returned the smile, giving her daughter more of her breakfast. “Such a beautiful girl.” She complimented.
***
“Hmm…” Scootaloo said, tapping her pencil against her stationary. The girl liked to design dresses in her free time, specifically dressy ones. It seemed to be her talent outside of reading and writing. She seemed to do that a lot nowadays.
The child leaned back in her chair, taking a look around at her dresses. They were all laced and ruffled, beautiful silk creations based off the ones she used to wear as kid. She was already working with Rarity to get them made, she said they’d be a hit at the boutique; especially with the city’s prom coming up.
“Mom…” Scootaloo called from her chair. She turned around, looking at her room; rows of stuffed animals, plastic dolls, and other girly things filling the shelf’s. The furniture was all coated in white acrylic paint that complimented the pastel pink walls and made the room alive and young.
“What is it Scootaloo?” Fluttershy said, slowly walking in. She paced over to the desk and looked down at her daughter’s creations. “Oh my, Scootaloo these look amazing.”
Scootaloo stood on her shaky knees and leaned forward hugging her mom. She planted her face in her chest and looked up at her mom.
“Awe, what is it baby? Are you feeling alright?” She asked, hugging onto her daughter, giving her the support she needed.
“Nothing, just… thanks mom.” She said, closing her eyes.
The room went silent other than the quiet pattering of rain that sounded all around the house. Inside the child’s mind through, nothing was to be heard other than the sound of her mother’s loving heart beat; she loved that sound.
"Dear Fluttershy,
Remember that there's a little girl, who if you really care about, you'll take back one day. Tell her that if she bides her time and works hard, that there's nothing that'll hold back that beautiful mind of hers from creating amazing things. Tell her that she has a mommy that'll love her until the end of time and that nothing she does will ever change that. Tell her that I only had the best intentions when I left her for you to find. I'm sorry I couldn't be who she needed in her life Rainbow Dash, I know that and so do you.
