Scootie

Scootie

A story by Arbpw

We were all gathered around Pinkie in the clubhouse as she was shuffling our straws in her mouth, humming something while me, Sweetie and Apple Bloom gave her a curious look. Why she decided to mix them up in her mouth, we had no idea. She said they still tasted of the cherry soda they were dipped in, but we should have done it ourselves. However, we just wanted someone who we could trust to keep things fair. Even though we looked confused on the outside, on the inside we were all pretty nervous. Even I couldn’t keep that feeling in me down for long, even though I tried to act as confidently as I could. What was at stake was enough to make any normal filly nervous.

The best way to describe it? Well, the loser would be left at the mercy of her two best friends as they dressed her in the most humiliating, foalish outfits and shoved a pacifier in her mouth! I don’t know where we got that idea from, but I think it was a plan to get a cutie mark for… Uh… Now that I think about it, I don’t know what cutie mark we were actually going for. My best guess is foalsitting, which would be a good guess if you’d seen what we were about to do. Since we were too young for foals of our own and nopony would trust us with theirs for an hour or two, the only option was to pretend. The problem was that none of us wanted to be the foal. At all.

“I hope one of y’all loves pink, fluffy jammies,” Apple Bloom said, a confident grin on her face as she prepared to pull a straw from Pinkie’s smiling lips (ew, the drool… seriously, why did we ask her?). “I call dibs on bein’ the daddy!”

“You can’t call dibs until you’ve got a long straw!” Sweetie said, furiously furrowing her brow as she too pulled one of the last two straws. Neither of them hid how long they were; we’d cut one of them just a little bit shorter- by like a half of an inch- so that you’d have to put them all side by side to know who the victim would be. I gave a chilled look to Pinkie, thinking about how Apple Bloom would make a great father, her ‘uncouthness’ (as Sweetie’s sister put it) not being very ladylike for a mom.

“Hey Apple Bloom,” I said, sounding pretty cocky to myself and to the others, “maybe we could use that bunny costume of yours. You know, once you lose so we can turn you into the most precious little angel ever?”

I didn’t wait for her reaction as I drew the final straw, Pinkie wiping her mouth and hanging over us as we compared the sizes of the straws we drew. We put them flat on the floor in a clear order, bringing them closer and closer to each other. Mine was in the middle. My brow was beginning to sweat. Mine looked longer, definitely longer. They were almost touching until—

“No way!”

—I screamed. Yeah… Mine was the short one. I looked back at the three white straws, then up to my giggling friends. My jaw hit the floor and my eyes were like scooter wheels as I just stared back at the straws and shook my head. I just couldn’t believe it! I was sure I’d pick a long one!

“Well Scoots, ya jus’ had to go and give me an idea for an outfit, didn’t ya?” Apple Bloom said with a smug smile. I shuddered at the thought of that rabbit costume, cursing my cocky mouth in my mind. I couldn’t do anything else; everypony left me alone in the clubhouse in fits of laughter- except Pinkie was just giggling because everyone else was, and she probably thought this was all fun and games- and I was left in a grumpy, sour mood as I thought about the humiliation to come.

Looking back after all these years, maybe I should have grown up a bit.

I moped in the clubhouse until they came back, gritting my teeth as I saw what they had in mind for our game of ‘House’. They both swung the clubhouse door open together, Sweetie with a bright blue one-piece pyjama suit and Apple Bloom with- and I can’t believe she actually managed to get her hooves on them- a matching pacifier and a thick, white diaper.

All I could do was stare at their sly grins with a grimace of pure disgust and horror. A part of me screamed at me to dive right out of the window behind me, to escape and spare myself the embarrassment of this whole ritual. I couldn’t though. I knew I had to do this. We’d all Pinkie swore to go through it no matter what, the memory of me sticking a cupcake in my eye making it twitch slightly, and I was go going to keep my promise no matter how humiliating playing the foal would be. I did count myself lucky on one thing though: Apple Bloom had only brought one diaper, so at least I wouldn’t be forced through a change, I thought.

“Is our lil’ Scootie ready for her diapee?” Apple bloom said to me, making me back away by just a step. “We spared ya the embarrassment of the bunny costume, but I hope ya like this lovely pair of jammies we borrowed from Sweetie’s sister. They’re a matchin’ set, so you’ll be the cutest lil’—“

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get this over with,” I said, grumbling as I walked towards them with my head hung in shame. I should have made the demand to at least be able to dress myself, but they were too eager to do it.

“Aw, stop acting like such a baby!” Sweetie said. I could feel the irony dripping from what she told me like burning acid and I sighed in defeat as I was told to lie on the floor.

First was the diaper, my rear being pulled into the air by my legs as Apple Bloom lifted me. Sweetie pushed the diaper beneath my butt, making me blush as I felt the padding press against me. After threading my tail through a hole in the back, they both pulled the front upwards and taped me up as tightly as they could so I’d feel more trapped than I already did. The hugging feeling was… weird at first. I hated it, but who wouldn’t if you were being laughed at by your best friends and fellow crusaders?

But for that brief moment between me being told to stand up to them fetching the pyjamas and zipping them open for me, I felt something… strange… something that I wasn’t expecting to feel at all from wearing that diaper. Not only did it feel tight around my butt, like something was hugging it from behind, but it also felt soft and fluffy like fresh cotton candy without the stickiness. The plastic on the outside crinkled whenever I squirmed too, making me bite my lip as I tried to keep my… well… interest from appearing on my face. Eventually, time went from that snail-like crawl to a normal pace again, and I was told to put on my pyjamas.

“And look at this, Scootie!” Sweetie said. The new foal name had stuck now, and I wished that I could have picked something a little better for myself. “The clothes have pictures of Rainbow Dash on them! You’ll love them so much!”

Why my fillyhood idol was plastered all over that onesie, I have no idea, but whatever the reason was I stepped into those pyjamas all the same with a look of mangled pride on my face, tensing as the zipper was pulled up my stomach and up to my neck. Sweetie and Apple Bloom both giggled, and I looked at my rear with a flushing face when they pointed at my poofy diaper that made my butt look even bigger, since it was hidden by my outfit. Not even the onesie could hide its thickness.

“And now for the finishin’ touch!” Apple Bloom said triumphantly, slowly bringing the pacifier towards my mouth. I stood rooted to the floor as I gingerly opened up, loosely biting the rubber bit as I swallowed the last few shreds of my dignity.

It was done. I was now a foal. To save a happy memory, Sweetie ambushed me with a camera, snapping a photo without even asking me!

“This one’s going in the scrapbook for sure!” she squealed, that little crack in her voice coming up. It was an insta-print camera too, and I groaned as the picture slipped out of the case and onto the floor in front of me. The image quickly became clear, and I gulped as I saw my mortified expression and—

“Mmm?”

Beneath the plastic pacifier, I made a sound of intrigue. Neither Apple bloom nor Sweetie noticed it, but I was no longer shocked by the photo of my degrading outfit. The Rainbow onesie, the matching pacifier and even my poofy butt… It was kind of embarrassing to think it at the time, but I thought that I looked… well… adorable! Not only that, but once the sense of shame had faded away, I started to feel cute as well!

I hid my happiness behind my best look of disgust, like the one I usually gave for one of your sappy stories… not that they were bad or anything, they were just not my thing, y’know? Anyway, I faked a huff when my friends started giggling like the school-fillies they were. Now that I’d been diapered and clothed with proof of my humiliating forfeit on a glossy piece of paper, I told myself that the worst was over and it wasn’t even that bad. Not bad at all, I thought. I looked cute. I felt cute! I started thinking something that I would never have thought that I’d say in a million years…

…I could come to like this kind of treatment!

So after the ritual of ‘Scootaloo to Scootie’ was over and done with, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle both put on costumes of their own. As the mommy, Sweetie used one of her ‘formally casual’ dresses made by her sister, a light blue soft cotton frock. Apple Bloom, for some weird reason, went for a shirt and tie with a brown fedora; I didn’t question why she wanted to be the daddy so much, but after so many years I’d never really thought about her being—

Anyway, the game wasn’t really anything special. We all pretended to be the roles we’d decided upon, and it was my job to be the baby. None of us wanted to be in that spot, so we drew straws for it. But after I climbed into my ‘crib’, which was really just a flat blanket surrounded by a bunch of pillows, I kind of regretted not calling dibs on being the foal before. Looking back, it really was the best place to be in, because all I had to do was lie there as Apple Bloom and Sweetie cooed over me and stuff.

We started out with Apple Bloom coming into the clubhouse, announcing her arrival in her deepest voice. She and Sweetie talked in a way that a married couple would and I just lay there in my crib with a bottle in my mouth. It was empty, but I have to admit that it was still pretty satisfying. If it had milk in it, maybe I could have fallen asleep or something. However, the attention was soon turned to me as Apple Bloom and Sweetie walked over, looking down at me with smiles of comfort and hidden joy at my (or at least what they wanted me to feel) degradation.

“Who’s a cutie wutie filly willy?” Sweetie said, nuzzling my tummy with her hoof. I tried my hardest to make them think I hated it, but the giggling from the tickling was all real. Apple Bloom joined in too, rougher than my ‘mommy’ was being, and told me how ‘charmin’ and cuddly’ I looked to them. They looked like they were kidding, like it was all a joke at my expense, but I couldn’t help but feel that they were actually looking at me like a proud couple of parents…

That was until Apple Bloom leaned in close to me, sniffing at me. Scrunching her face, she recoiled as she held her nose, suddenly making me confused as I stopped sucking on my pacifier. “Eww!” She wafted the air. “Scootie made a big stinky!”

My pupils shrank to nothing as I felt a tingle round my diapered parts, glancing downwards to double check. I knew she was kidding. I knew I’d never be stupid enough to do it right then and there. Still, I couldn’t escape the awkward feeling when somepony says something like that to you. Sweetie was in on the joke too, gagging as she gave me a smell, and I threw my back to them in a huff. Yet it wasn’t really out of anger... It was more because that’s what they wanted from me. I had to admit to myself that I was having more fun than I wanted to have, as much as it bothered me at the time. Besides, they were having more fun this way too. I knew that the more I fought it, the better. A devious smile spread across my lips, hidden from view, before I felt a poke against my back.

“Okay, okay,” Apple Bloom said, still giggling. There was a little bottle on the floor next to her hooves, filled with a white liquid. “For real this time!”

Now that was unexpected. All I thought we were going to do was dress one of us up as a filly, laugh at the victim for a while and then get bored and move on to the next plan for our cutie mark. But nope... Sweetie had me on her lap before I realised what was happening, the bottle shoved into my face by Apple Bloom with the teat bouncing from my teeth. I kept my mouth clamped shut like a solid wall of rock, batting away the bottle every time it was lunged at me, but I could only resist the assault for so long before they tried more devious ways of getting it in there. The two of them gave each other those looks they had been sharing again, the ones where they were plotting something. It was always something I wasn’t looking forward to either.

“A coochie coochie coo!” Sweetie began to lightly rub her hooves across my belly, deftly and daintily, making my eyes water. If there was one thing her and Apple Bloom knew well about me, it was that I was very, very ticklish. I groaned and moaned as I tried not to let even a hairline crack form on my lips, screwing my eyes shut and stifling my giggles. I could feel yet more hooves joining in on the torture, Apple Bloom’s strokes being a lot rougher, more like she was trying to push me off of Sweetie’s lap altogether, but not that it made any difference; it still had the desired effect, tears dripping from my cheeks as I struggled to stop myself from bursting into roaring laughter.

Eventually, I cracked. I think I’d have wet myself right there and then- luckily I was all padded up anyway- because when the urge to break into squealing chortles was at it’s peak, I pretty much exploded, squirming and writhing while wiping the tears away. Whereas I could have been there laughing for hours on end thanks to how much they had tickled me, I found myself cut off by the taste of rubber and lukewarm milk. Sheepishly, I looked up at Sweetie Belle.

        “See, it’s not so bad, is it?” she said with a delighted smile. And she was right. It wasn’t all that bad as I lay there, sucking milk from that tiny bottle with the help of Apple Bloom’s guiding hoof. I’d say it was actually kind of relaxing, in a weird sort of way, but then again what wasn’t weird about everything that was going on?

So after maybe an hour of ‘House’ and a big, but pretty much expected, disappointment about not getting the cutie mark at all, we decided to call it a day around dinner. I was freed from my jammies and diaper, the air feeling like ice cold water being poured all over my butt on that warm summer’s day. Sure, we were all kind of down about not getting our cutie marks but at least I didn't get one for acting like a foal, which would have probably been a diaper or pacifier. Something wasn't right though. Although my friends weren't laughing at me anymore, and I didn't want to admit it right there, there was a strange feeling inside me that wanted me to change back... It was a small urge to be Scootie again, not Scootaloo.

Apple Bloom all invited us back to her place for a quick dinner before me and Sweetie headed off home, her giving me that foal photo as a 'memento', as she called it. I just stared at it on the way back home, nudging my hoof against the ground to inch my scooter forwards little by little while the little square of paper sat in a gap on the handlebars, thinking about what we had done. I just had to ask myself why I enjoyed being Scootie. I mean, I looked adorable in that outfit and the diaper, even though I knew it felt so wrong to be wearing it, was unbelievably comfortable. Was that the real reason though? I just couldn't stop thinking about everything as I lay curled up in bed, feeling bare and cool without those baby clothes. All I wanted was that reason for why it felt so good to me. I just had to know.

That's when I got the idea. It made me a little uneasy at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I realised how stupid I was for not realising it sooner. Who was to stop me from being Scootie again? After all, I could do it all by myself, even the diapering, if I had a window of opportunity. That was the problem... When could I do it without being found out? Where could I do it? How would I get the supplies? I grabbed my sketchbook, scribbling down every little idea that came to me. I knew that chemists and drug stores stocked diapers, I knew that getting ahold of foalish jammies my size would be near impossible- unless I used the ones that Sweetie borrowed- and I knew exactly where I could hide that padding; somewhere so close that it would pass straight under my friends' noses... or their hooves!

The crusader clubhouse had a loose floorboard in the corner near the door that I hadn't told either Apple Bloom or Sweetie about, the hole below being big enough for a stash but small enough to be passed over if you weren't looking for it. A pack of diapers would be perfectly safe from curious ponies between thick tree branch and the floor itself. If I 'borrowed' the clubhouse for just a short while when the others weren't around, like late at night or on a school day if I played sick... It was all falling into place! I had the best plan I had ever came up with- better than any plan I'd ever made to get a cutie mark- so I could be free to be Scootie any time I wanted!

I waited for a week before making my move. I skipped school that day and headed straight into town, giving myself a good three to five hours to pull off my plan. The first stop was the Ponyville pharmacy for the diapers; it was tricky getting there without bumping into anypony I knew, my eyes darting about the streets as I held my breath for a surprise appearance by Pinkie Pie. Maybe if the diaper we used in the game of House was cloth instead of disposable, I wouldn't have had that problem...

I wasn't all that embarrassed as I stood looking at the packs of padding on the pharmacy shelf, thinking about which brand to buy. The clerk at the counter gave me a lazy 'shouldn't you be in school?' look as he flicked his way through a magazine, totally ignoring me after a few minutes. My head was spinning: Silly Filly, Cloud Comforts, Poise for Fillies... Was there any difference at all between them? I just closed my eyes and picked one totally at random, landing on a pastel-pink coloured package with a creamy-white silhouette of a filly under the title Poise, written in fancy cursive. They were pricey, but I had the allowance to spare. I got no second glances when I tossed my loose change onto the countertop, dashing out the door and throwing the pack onto the back of my scooter. My back hooves dug hard into the ground as I kicked off with a rocketing push on my mad ride back to the clubhouse, sloshing up waves from the puddles in the back alleys and through the nooks and crannies between the shops and stalls in the Ponyville market, racing against the school clock. My worries were unnecessary though. I managed to get through the town unseen and in good time, with a few hours in hoof as I lugged the pack of the diapers up the ladder.

I didn’t even realise it then, but that was the first time I’d ever been inside the clubhouse on my own before. The soft echo and the homely feeling of it just made everything seem so perfect, like all of it belonged to me. This was my guilty moment. It was my own little secret, one that nopony would ever find out, and it was one that I wanted to enjoy every second of. Without wasting any more time, I slammed and locked the clubhouse door, grabbing the foal clothes from the heap in the corner, exactly where we had left them the week before.

What to do first was obvious. I didn’t have any powder that I was supposed to be using with the diapers, but it would have only lead to suspicion if a mysterious white trail of dust was left on the floor for the others to find, so I just took one of those pretty pink and plastic parcels from the package, my rump tingling just from looking at it when it limply unfurled in front of me. Doing it solo is a lot harder than having someone else do it for you; trying to grab your tail and threading it through a hole isn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world, especially when you’re jumpy over possibly being discovered at any moment, but with a little effort it found its way through soon enough. That was the tricky part down, at the very least. I soon learned it was a little easier when lying down though. Anyway, soon I was all taped up tightly, trying to walk from one wall to the other and only managing a plodding waddle from the mass of cotton wadded between my legs with a loud crinkle following me every step of the way.

After I’d taken my first baby steps, so to speak, I swiftly stuffed myself into the Dashie onesie once again, this time making sure to zip it up nice and tight. It managed to make that fluffiness around my rear feel even snugglier, that tingly sensation intensifying as I searched for the pacifier amongst the heap of junk in the corner. It didn’t take long to find it, but it seemed like an agonisingly long wait as I fished my hooves into the costume pile, but once I had it in my eager hooves I stared at it as if it was a square egg encrusted with diamonds and made of solid gold. I brought the rubber teat to my lips gingerly.

One hard suckle and it was done. I was Scootie again at last.

I melted into a weird mix of regret, happiness, calm and humiliation all at the same time, giggling on the floor like the little foal I was, just like I had wanted to do. Now I was free to enjoy myself, as myself, and the fear of being discovered and made a mockery of for the rest of my life was nothing compared to the odd rush of being a baby again.

But there was something wrong after the initial thrill wore off. I don’t know, it was... I honestly had to ask myself ‘What do I do now?’, because I really had no ideas. My plans kind of stopped at the ‘making myself a foal’ bit, but as for what to do now that I was a foal, I was at a loss. Drawing? Draw what exactly, and with what? All of our art supplies were kept in Apple Bloom’s room and it would have been more than awkward to walk into her sister’s house with those clothes on. Having some milk? The little bottle was mostly empty, not that I’d have wanted to suck the dregs of milk from the bottle that had been left stewing on the window ledge in the sun, and there wasn’t any milk on hoof to use anyway. Toys? Without our cutie marks, our fun came from finding our special talents instead of playing with dollies. I just sat there, rattling off a list of things I might have done but either couldn’t or, more often than not, didn’t, and as the number of choices shrank and shrank, I found myself lying on my back just tossing a small ball into the air and letting it bounce from my cuddly tummy.

I just didn’t get it. My body felt warm and snug in the outfit, I felt calmed whenever I sucked on the pacifier and I could have easily drifted off into a long nap. But it just wasn’t enough. I felt relaxed, sure, but I didn’t feel happy. I didn’t want to lie there and go to sleep, I wanted to have a little fun. That was the whole reason why I wanted to do it again in the first place. What was just minutes of deep thought soon became hours, nothing but the occasional crinkle to break the silence. There had to be a reason why I wanted it so badly, but why it didn’t feel... I think what I’m trying to is that it didn’t feel special anymore.

The school day drew to a close. Scootie was nowhere to be found when my friends came knocking on my front door.