*Fluttershy’s Dream…*

What, Where am I? This room it’s so cold, why can’t I breathe? Fluttershy sat up slightly in her bed.

But no, this wasn't any ordinary bed. Our intrepid young pegasus has stumbled back in time once again with the assistance of her dreams. Mind and body both regressed; the limitations and growth of the real world constrict her mind no longer.

Well, this is weird. Why am I so cold? The foal raised her arms in a crossed position; a poor attempt at keeping her body warm. The mare wasted no time, in the haste of her reaction she noticed something, her whole room was a dark bitter gray.

No; upon closer inspection this room wasn’t a just a bitter gray, it was a conglomeration of trash. Piles of ripped-open cardboard boxes, rotting fruit, and other various items were scattered across the floor. Despite this, the most strikingly odd feature was a framed picture of a white pegasus, a faded picture that looked the quality of a Polaroid photo on the wall.

The mare’s nose reacted quickly to the scent, gagging she started to tear up. The mare didn't yet grasp where she was. It was in fact her foster home.

Interrupting the young mare’s train of thought she heard a distinctly disturbing “Wake up!” A slight crack in the doorway broke into an array of light fully illuminating the room in all of it’s disgusts.

“I said, wake up!” The pegasus foal weakly got up from her blankets and started backing up to the left end of the crib. “Awh, don’t worry Fluttershy, Papa’s here for you.” A brown stallion said, lifting a decently aged foal from the crib. “My my, aren’t we getting big?” The dirty looking stallion slurred about every word under his voice.

Fluttershy knew it, the stallion before her was her foster dad. It’d only make sense, not to mention his speech pattern made it obvious that he was drunk. When she was raised out of her crib by the forelegs of her imposter dad, she noticed his breath reeked of reeked with apple cider.

“Umm, fader, could you pud me down?” Fluttershy’s 'father' got a little bit annoyed and simply dropped his foster child back into her crib.

Fluttershy landed on her bottom. She hadn’t put it together yet, but she had landed on her wet behind. Looking down at her crouch area the filly had noticed she was wearing a diaper, one meant for an infant. Quite peculiar for a mare her age, since most had been potty trained by the age of roughly four years old.

None the less, Fluttershy absorbed the scenery of the room more. Grasping unto every detail, she’d noticed photos of what appeared to be her foster dad with a foal very similar to Fluttershy’s figure.

She then looked at her ‘Father’ for a moment, which was uncomfortable, to say the least. He appeared to be a hardened war veteran with scars and burn marks all over his coat. His flank was simply a keg of gunpowder. What was most unsettling was the fact that his horn was broken; there was little to nothing a unicorn could do to break their horn, though when it did happen, it was usually the result of a reckless spell or revoked power by one of Equestria’s deity sisters.

None the less, the pegasus had to raise the confidence to speak, “Uh, Fader? Could you change me?” Fluttershy jabbed a bit at the front of her visibly wet diaper to indicate what she wanted.

“Oh what? I spaced out, I’m sorry honey,” The war horse had said, jumping back into reality. The unicorn levitated her to a changing table near her bed. It too had been aged; the white vinyl padding had been torn and the pink wood finish had been chipped to reveal the cheap oak foundation.

Her foster dad had performed a small changing routine he had been accustomed to. Moving his hooves quickly, he laid the young filly on her back and used his magic to untape, ball up, and throw away the diaper. Along with the other unpleasant duties he managed to successfully change his daughter into a new diaper.

His look of self-satisfaction of a job well done quickly faded as he saw what sat before him; this filly whom he gave the false title, “daughter” to.

All of a sudden, Fluttershy noticed the distraught look on her caretaker’s face. “Fader, what’s wong?” Fluttershy said, doing the best she could to pronounce her words.

The unicorn looked at his daughter, “I just… You remind me so much of her...” The male pony started to frown but quickly turned and wiped his transgressions away.

Fluttershy cocked her head to the right, she was not fully aware of who ‘she’ was. Fluttershy, acting on instinct, did the one thing a foal of her age would do; she waited.

The olden pony turned back to an adorable scene, Fluttershy was sitting straight up on all fours looking awestruck at a butterfly. The room was filled with insects; flies, spiders, and moths of the sort, but this butterfly had a striking resemblance, broadcasting over the frequencies in which the room’s rotten interior was chipping away to.

Her caregiver walked behind her, putting his grimy hoof around the yellow filly’s waist. “Now, what do we have here? You’ve never see one of these in Cloudsdale?”

Fluttershy looked at her father figure and said with raging enthusiasm, “It’s a budderfry!” The mare’s eyes lit up, the sight of such beauty had overshadowed her darkest recesses.

The unicorn, taking an opportunity at this, had began conversing with the young child. “You know what that butterfly is saying to you, right hon?” The yellow filly shook her head, looking more than intrigued. “It says it thinks you’re a beautiful, young filly. It says you’re a ray of hope and that you’re more of a joy then it could describe. But; It also needs to be free, alright dear?” Fluttershy’s caretaker said, cradling his daughter in one foreleg, using the other to open the window.

“Say ‘bye bye’ Fluttershy,” The unicorn said.

“Bye bye!” Repeated Fluttershy, admiring every second of the butterflie’s presence.

The war horse smiled, looking at the content filly. “Tell you what Fluttershy, it’s a beautiful day out; wanna go on a stroll through the park?”

“Would I!” Said Fluttershy in exclamation and pecked her caretaker on his cheek.

The two set out the front door of a fairly decent-looking house, it was in the middle of nowhere, though. The exterior of the house, like all other Cloudsdale houses, was made of cloud. The lawn was colored light green along with a rainbow pond to add to the house’s décor.

Yet still, the offbeat appearance of the front yard didn’t off-point the young filly, who, fairly new to walking, struggled to keep up with her foster dad. He however, quickly noticed this and allowed her to catch up with him as he trotted down the street at a slower pace.

As the two paced down the roads, Fluttershy wiggled her little tail contently. She stared smiling at her father figure; he had moments of belligerent behavior, but he still made her feel safe.

The two exchanged a smile before he broke the silence by saying, “Hey Fluttershy, wanna ride on your old man’s back?” The unicorn stopped for a moment to sit down so the yellow filly could climb up his figure.

Fluttershy tightened her grip as he started to run a little bit. In the haste of his motion, the filly riding him overhead started to giggle. “Dad, why are you running so fast?”

The unicorn turned his head and started to laugh. “Cause’ I want you to smile, silly!”

The unicorn started to twirl in place, making the filly a tad bit dizzy. Her ‘father’ smiled as he heard his daughter’s contagious laugh, it was so cute, too innocent for one to fake or mimic. It was genuine; and this made the unicorn’s heart warm up a bit inside.

The two soon arrived at the park. Like everyone else, the war pony sat on a bench contently as he watched his child play. Everything was tranquil until he heard so light sobbing in the distance.

His daughter was out of the range of sight from the bench the unicorn had been residing on, forcing him to have to get up to investigate further.

He edged around one of the fixated playsets as he listened to two fillies mocking somepony.

“Look at her, she’s wearing a diaper. She isn’t even potty trained!” One shouted.

"Yes I am!” Fluttershy said, making an audible clop with her right hoof.

“D’awh is the baby upset?” The other filly said, chuckling at Fluttershy.

“Look, the baby wet herself. She really is a baby isn’t she?” The two fillies broke into laughter.

The unicorn started to feel sympathy for Fluttershy. Before he knew it however, his sadness turned into anger as he intervened in the conflict. The unicorn, in his fit of rage, walked past his now crying daughter and grabbed both of the two bully fillies by their hooves, letting out an instinctive, “Come here.”

The yellow filly watched from a far; a scene in which her foster dad, still gripping on the two fillies, dragged them up to what was safe to assume to be their mother.

She heard the two parents bicker back and forth. “Hey, you have no right to grab my children like that!” The crisp blue mare said, shifting eyes from her newspaper to the stallion in front of her.

“Listen lady,” her father said. “I don’t care about what I should or shouldn’t do. All I know is that your little brats here were picking on my daughter.” Fluttershy, from a distance, stopped her crying to observe the scene in front of her.

The mare looked at the stallion’s daughter, staring her dead in the eyes before glancing upon her diaper. A small smirk creeped it’s way upon the mare’s muzzle. “Well, no wonder my daughters were making fun of your daughter; she clearly isn’t potty trained.
Honestly, what kind of parents don’t potty train their children? You’re to blame; you and whatever mare had the misfortune of marrying you.”

The war pony got closer to the mare’s face as he snapped, “Don’t you dare say that! Her mother was a fine mare. One with remarkable beauty and a pure soul!”

The mother replied with a smug grin as she retorted, “Then how did she ever marry some petty thug like you”?

In a blinding rage, the ex-guard quite audibly exclaimed, “She wasn’t my wife, she was my sister! She’s dead; she had a terminal lung virus and she didn’t want her only little one to get it, so she took her own life! She chose me to adopt her, you know why? Because she knew I’d protect her, because she’s all I have left and I’m all she has left! As far as her problem,” Fluttershy looked back, a little worried by her uncle’s rage. “She’s just… She’s just fragile, is all. I apologize if I offended you madame. I will be on my way...”

All of a sudden, the mare looked down at herself in shame, her daughters at her side just backed up into her hind legs.

The uncle, picking up his daughter quickly kissed her on the forehead and whispered, “Don’t you worry about a thing, baby. I’ll make sure to protect you from now on.” Fluttershy was still confused over the whole situation she just witnessed, but just smiled and nodded.

“Come on honey, let me go buy you an ice cream before we head on home, alright? We better make it quick too, we need to get you changed-” The voice faded out.

All of sudden the image of her uncle in her head froze as she continued to hear the same words. “Changed-changed-come on Fluttershy, we need to get you changed!”

As Fluttershy batted her eyes open, she looked forward to notice Twilight nudging her gently. “You don’t want to make your diaper rash any worse do you?”

Fluttershy yawned a little bit before crawling up from the covers of her bed. “Twilight,” the yellow mare said. “I can’t feel my bottom, or really anything ‘down there’ really!” Fluttershy pushed the front of her diaper in a bit…

Author's Note

I debated whether I should just make this whole relationship between Fluttershy's fosterdad and Fluttershy non-canon "Fluttercrinkle" but it plays nicely into the story's arc. Anyhow I'm sorry I've been on hiatus for the past two weeks, I just wanted some time to focus on my school work and social life a bit more.

I will have the next chapter up somewhere between 1-7 days from now! I hope you guys have enjoyed the story so far, have a nice day - Dj_England

(Edited 12/25/2013 By: "Don't Look At My Name Bro")