> Fun in the Clubhouse > by Miffington Lemil > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Quick prologue > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Scootaloo followed the white unicorn up the steps at equal pace as she had been tailgating her friend for a short moment now with little to no conversation between them as they passed the many ponies back in town. Normally it wasn't just the two of them scurrying around town for their activities, but these days the third pony was busy helping out her sister and brother on the Apple family orchard on the outskirts of town, so only the two friends were found left to run about. This was fortunate for Sweetie Belle, she'd always enjoy their time together. Not like her friend Applebloom was ever in the way or anything, but there was always something she’d seen in her first friend Scootaloo that caught her attention – a vague something in Scoot's character that led her to think Scootaloo was a likelier candidate than Applebloom. She knew her well enough anyway to figure it was about that time to try out a peculiar activity. Having fallen in love with the idea of sharing this fun with one of her friends some few days ago, she never imagined having the day - and her friend - to herself like this, bustling inwardly with excitement each step she took. As they reached the top, they both panted out as the unicorn filly opened up the lone door to their clubhouse. A mildly windy day and a breeze went in first, then back out the windows which let in the light for the single, sound room. The air settling, they both stepped inside and Scoot's, anxious to know, finally asked while a little out of breath, "why do we always have to run all the way here from another side of the town?" she plopped down on the wooden flooring to rest. "Maybe we should ask the owner of that shop if he could move the store closer to this side." replied Sweetie closing the door back. "Yeah but that doesn't sound like it'd be easy." Scoots claimed as she got up and started over to a saddle bag with her name on it. The little orange filly got to busying herself as Sweetie Belle wandered over to another corner of the room where a sheet had been placed intentionally placed over a small box shape... by herself from the day before of course. Removing the sheet and opening the box revealed the contents she was so excited about. 'Scootaloo has to try one of these on with me,' she thought. Taking a good look at the items inside, there was a shaker of foal powder to one end, a container or two of wet wipes, and several large, fluffy and white diapers with adorably sizable violet tapes and laces. She put a hoof to the diapers. 'They're just so soft and comfy and cute! Why wouldn't she wanna try 'em?' she was getting anxious. 'Yes, she'll definitely wanna wear these with me, *squee* we're gonna have so much fun in these!' thought the unicorn hugging the diapers to her chest. By that time, the young pegasus had taken the new Rainbow Dash poster out of her bag and was now up on a chair attempting to hammer it over the old one with a nail, since hoof-tacks didn't work out. Meanwhile, the unicorn in the room pulled a diaper out from her personal stash as her heart-rate was busy beating its own personal record. Sweetie hadn't really done any planning for beyond this point so she hastily braved herself to lie down onto the diaper while her friend's back was still turned. Luckily, she always did best at ignoring fear whenever her comfort items were out. And looking over to her friend excitedly hoping to surprise the filly with the sudden new apparel, her horn lit up and the diaper did as well to quietly be applied around her waist by her magic. Supposedly just like she'd done a couple days before, but this time, for some reason she couldn't seem get it on. 'Come on diaper... UGH quit slipping!...' She tried again and again but her magic wouldn't adjust right. Any ability to concentrate magic was lost, and she looked to Scootaloo again right as said orange filly suddenly lost her balance on the hoof-stool, dropping the hammer and nail to each side (thankfully out of the way). But she'd landed flat on the ground facing right towards the unicorn filly. Coming out of a short daze she looked up, hardly believing what she saw and asked, "Uumm why are you trying to wear diapers?" The unicorn could only stop and blush at that but nothing more. Scootaloo then needed to stop herself and wonder aloud, "Wait, where did you EVEN GET THAT from??" As she knew they had come here empty-hooved. Sweetie gave a harsh breath out, annoyed from all the struggling that ruined the predicament, she said "I'll tell you anything if you help me put this on!" > In troubled waters > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Scootaloo stared at her friend with a quizzical look on her face. What had Sweetie just asked her to do?? "You want me to pee in it?" she asked nervously "You mean like, actually 'go' in it??" her eyes wandered to the side bashfully. What was the reason behind this? Her friend just seemed so enthusiastic. The white unicorn filly nodded her head "It's totally fine, it won't leak or anything." Sweetie Belle assures. "It's all sucked right up by your diaper! *squee" added the filly with a beaming smile. The very mention of the white padding around her rear, however, would make Scootaloo wince with discomfort. Meanwhile waiting on her friend, Sweetie took to rocking herself back and forth on her padding, relishing from the crinkling sounds her diaper made. How come Sweetie seemed so fascinated over this? Better yet, why did she even think of peeing anywhere inside their favorite clubhouse, where there are no stables! The only thing holding her back from asking just what the hay has gotten into her friend was the fact that Sweetie Belle was usually noted to be the hyperactive one about simply doing some things with her friends. Her friend's joyous mood was suddenly reassuring now, and despite her rougher nature, Scootaloo wasn't quite the one to oppose her for that. Oddly enough, nothing felt nor stood out of the ordinary in atmosphere of what was expected by a typical Sweetie Belle; and yet her same-age friend here looked like a total foal! But in all reality, Sweetie Belle had simply thought she and her friend both looked super adorable in their diapers. Unbeknownst to her orange partner in partaking, this wasn't the first their little afternoon rendezvous harbored witness to a padded pony prancing around like this. Secretly, every so often Sweetie Belle would wear diapers by herself and could be found dallying about in the clubhouse in the last week or two: partially for fits and giggles, but mainly to do whatever she'd normally do in the daytime at Rarity's, only here, while tailing around the soft cushion of a diaper. Sweetie would visit there almost whenever she had the alone time, but never had she planned the date (let alone found an opportunity) for sharing this fun hobby with a friend. And that friend, Scootaloo, had near-miraculously been powdered, laced, and taped into her own cushion-like diaper right before the unicorn today! Only with this moment did she wish nothing more than to elate her friend with the same innocent and giddy sensations she'd gotten herself while in them. Naturally when in her sanctuary, the little unicorn would strive to refine the foremost behaviors of hers that dwell on her toddler side. However, with a guest today, certainly the eccentricity of a child putting on airs became the most natural behavior to Sweetie. Thing was, she'd never even really done this thing for herself before on her own, so in hindsight, asking her friend to attempt to pee herself probably wasn't the best way to start with a first-timer. Perhaps it's the very fact that she managed to get her friend diapered along too at all, but Sweetie Belle had newfound bravery today and by all means, she wanted to have as much fun as diaperedly possible with Scoots as she could right now. She figured, not surprisingly though, that Scootaloo couldn't picture how wetting the padding material was gonna happen any time soon, especially considering how difficult it was getting it on her in the first place. 'Scootaloo wasn't simply going to wet herself here in front of her,' she thought. 'Not at least without a demonstration first!' So it occurred to her, Sweetie had decided she was going to have to be that pony to demonstrate. Sweetie then rose a confident smirk, "Okay Scootaloo. Cause you won't, I'll just have to pee mine first then." she courageously stated while readying herself. "What?!" interjected the filly jumping to her hooves. Her padding forced her hind-legs to stand apart. "S-Sweetie Belle I know you don't seriously wanna do that..." nervously proclaimed the orange one — her voice shifting off tone. Sweetie Belle had thought about it on previous occasions but never had she tempted the need, the thought to go in her diapers this way. Certainly not like this! The urge never really seemed there to her before either but she'd never had a particular interest for it quite like now. For whatever reason she was determined more than ever to do this. Though, that isn't saying much apparently. "I... I kinda do..." she coyly professed, staring down the poofy diaper around her waist before holding a hoof to her pursed lips at supposing what she'd have to do. Giving no more thoughts to it, she'd felt the urge mounting in her bladder for the last few moments, so she supposed now would be the best time to alleviate herself of this tensing feeling. Yet, even with the worsening urge to go, she too couldn't see herself simply going right there where she was either. On the contrary, she'd never exactly gone potty sitting in the middle of the floor before, at least not by her memory. Sweetie scrunched her muzzle inward, squeezing her eyes shut and pressing her forehoofs against the wooden floor in front of her. Forgetting her few years of being practiced hadn't proved very hard to do, and she soon felt a motion relief kick in. "W-wait, Sweetie...!" protested a worried-stiff Scootaloo, skittish to witness what her friend was about to do. It would appear too late though, when a yellowish blotch became visible on the front of the off-white filly's padding, growing only larger in size as the filly somewhat strained her flooding. With each passing moment, Sweetie felt more and more of her lower fur getting wet by the warm fluid inside. She relaxed upon finishing her business to where she could calmly let her bladder leak on it's own. When she was done, Sweetie Belle sighed lightly and a blush came over her face as she proudly proclaimed "Look Scootaloo, I did it! I really did it!" Feeling all bubbly inside, she looked down her own sogginess for a moment and bounced up and down with giggles at her accomplishment. "Heehee! It feels kinda fun being wet." she perked. Scootaloo, who stood anxiously adverting her sight the whole time, slowly came along to reviewing her friend with a blush and a quick gasp as she fell weakly back onto her padded bottom in disbelief. Her friend had done it Her head was down with teeth nervously gritted when she suddenly remembered that her bladder too in-fact was needing relief. But she still didn't want to use the diaper; it all just seemed so silly for a filly her age. Why would she wet herself in a diaper? She'd rather do her business outside more than anything right now. Could she even make it to a stable from here in time? Now she really needed to go and the anxiety was doing anything but helping. But then there was her friend, Sweetie Belle, sitting there by her smiling again. "Please will you do it too Scoots? Pweddy pweddy Pwease?" her big coaxing eyes gleaming towards Scootaloo. She looked up but her ears dropped, "I- I..." Scoots gave in. She decided, maybe she'll try. Only for Sweetie. After all, she did do it herself already. Swallowing her rationality, *sigh... she hesitantly spoke "o-okay, S-Sweetie Belle..." stumbling on her own words. Gathering her courage, she swung her head to the side "I'll pee in it!" she blurted, blushing furiously as her muzzle scrunched up. Sweetie Belle joyously gasped and clapped her hooves at this. She's gonna do it too, "YAY! Ok, you can go ahead start." Sweetie Belle just sat and smiled happily, now waiting most patiently in her wet diaper. Looking down at her still dry one, the filly knew what she agreed to, but now Scoots wasn't sure how to go about wetting herself here either — less so than her friend. She'd just have to force herself, she thought, even though her body was already giving her the 'okay.' She closed her eyes tight and blushed even deeper now causing her wings to suddenly flap open in process as she subjected her bladder to relieving itself. She pulled together the little bit of serenity she held onto and put her last bit of sanity into concentration. Her spine shivered a little as the warmth of her urine left her body to fill her diaper instead and soon a yellow tint was visible on the front of her diaper too. Shame was soon felt as Scootaloo's reason side suddenly reminded her how she was peeing herself. She forced it all out to the last second, unlike her friend, and small tears welled in her opening eyes as she finished. Starring at the orange blurs of her hoofs on the floor in front of her, She remembered what she'd felt, all of her fluid gushing out where she sat, only for much of it to stick back onto her fur. This foreign feeling only came off as warm and icky to her. She tried to relate this to how Sweetie Belle felt, as if only to give her friend a positive reaction but all she thought of was how she's sitting in her own pee, entrapped by the wet diaper she was in right now, and she fell unnerved over it. Now both of them sat on their own accidents, absorbed more by their padding and their fur with each budge of their thighs, whether it was preferred or not. On the plus side, Scootaloo was able to muster the smallest comfort in knowing she'd done it for her friend, Sweetie Belle. "How is it Scootaloo? Didn't it feel fun to you!?" said friend chimed. Unfortunately for her, when she looked up to see Sweetie's cutely coltish reaction, she recalled what necessary action comes next after a foal goes in their diaper. Blushing still, Scootaloo nervously glimpsed down at what she'd done. Quivering, she held her hoofs up to her exhausted filly heart in attempt to compose herself "Oooh..."