Dashie's Relaxation

The room Rainbow found herself in was like nothing she'd expected to see. The pastels were far less muted here than the outside of the building, the walls and furniture bathed in soft pink hues, and the entire room looked like it was meant for a foal. There was one notable exception, though: the things in this room certainly looked far too big for a foal. The changing table looked big enough for three or four foals, as did the crib. The toy chest was ponderous in scale, enough to make any foal envious. The scent from earlier, which she was now beginning to recognize, was overwhelming. Rainbow turned her attention to Sweet, who was giving her the biggest smile.

"...Sweet?" Rainbow asked, confused. She had no clue what to make of all of this.

"C'mon now, silly filly," Sweet said, nodding eagerly and motioning to the changing table. "Hop on up while you can! Or did you want me to pick you up?"

Rainbow stared, dumbfounded, at the grinning pony. It took her a moment or two to process what she'd been told to do.

"...You're kidding, right?" Rainbow finally asked. Sweet didn't seem to hear her as she began retrieving supplies from the nearby closet. Rainbow watched as a bottle of foal powder was placed on the table, followed by a pink pacifier. It wasn't until she set eyes on the big, thick diaper that she found her voice again.

"Hold on now!" Rainbow exclaimed. "What in the hay do you think you're doing with that stuff?" Sweet finally acknowledged Rainbow's protests, her eager smile fading slightly.

"Getting the supplies for your relaxation?" Sweet said, head tilted. Rainbow gawked at her, unbelieving of what she expected her to be doing.

"No way!" Rainbow shouted. "I am not letting you do that!"

"But you agreed to it!" Sweet said. Her insistence on this only served to raise Rainbow's ire.

"I would never agree to something like that!" Rainbow shot back. Sweet opened her mouth to reply, then stopped. A look of realization crossed her face, and she slapped a hoof to her forehead.

"You didn't even read the form you signed, did you?" Sweet asked, beginning to look a bit worried.

"I..." Rainbow began. Then she stopped. Try as she might, she was simply unable to give a satisfactory answer to that question. Nor would she have to; the look of disappointment and uncertainty on Sweet's face made it evident enough that she already knew the answer.

"Oh geez..." Sweet said, pacing a bit and shaking her head. "This is why I told you to read the whole form thoroughly, sweetie! So if you didn't know what you were getting yourself into, you could just tell me before any of this started!" The frustrated mare let out a deep sigh. "Okay, look, your session today is on the house."

"Session?!" Rainbow shouted. "You think I'm gonna stick around for this? Heck no! I'm outta here!"

"But you can't leave!" Sweet said.

"Yeah right!" Rainbow shot back. "Watch me!" She turned around and spread her wings, but as she tried to take off, she found that they wouldn't quite cooperate with her. She managed to get about six inches off the ground before she lost control and fell back onto her hooves. Scared but undaunted, she tried to make a run for it, but this too proved to be difficult, and a loud thud accompanied her fall onto her belly.

"No, I really mean it," Sweet said with a sigh, trotting over. "You can't leave."

"Wh...what did you do to me?" Rainbow asked, staring up at Sweet with fear in her eyes. Sweet sat down next to Rainbow and tried to give her belly a pat. Rainbow feebly attempted to push her away, but she couldn't quite muster up the strength to overpower her.

"Shh, calm down," Sweet said, in he best motherly tone she could manage through her worry. "There was a potion in your tea. Every detail about it was in the form. You know, the one you didn't read. Huh, I'm kinda regretting calling you a good reader when I first saw you."

"Potion...?" Rainbow asked, her eyes wide with fright.

"Potion," Sweet repeated. "It's meant to relax your muscles and regress your mind to a simpler state. It's meant to help all your worries and cares drift away while it's in effect, and it's rather potent. It'll last till about mid-morning tomorrow." She chuckled wryly. "So you're kinda stuck with me till then, unless you want others seeing you like you're gonna be in a few minutes. Don't worry, though. I'll make it as fun and enjoyable as possible. You'll love it. And you might even still like it once the potion wears off! New experiences and stuff, right?"

Rainbow couldn't believe her ears. If Twilight were here right now, she'd certainly be admonishing Rainbow for not reading and getting herself into this mess.

"So I'm gonna be thinking like a foal?" Rainbow asked. She feared the answer to the question for a bit, but then she felt the beginnings of a strange calmness start to overtake her mind.

"Thinking and acting," Sweet said, gently rubbing Rainbow's belly with a hoof. "You'll still be able to talk a bit, but other than that, you'll need me for everything. I'm sorry for the mixup, but just relax and enjoy it. Let your worries fade. None of them matter here. If you're upset again when it wears off tomorrow morning, we'll see what we can do, okay?"

Rainbow had been thinking up an objection, but she could no longer find it. Whatever it was, it had dissolved away completely. Sweet's tender rubbing of her belly was becoming less objectionable and more soothing with each gentle circle of her hoof. She found herself having difficulty concentrating on anything but the soothing motions of Sweet's hoof and the big, warm smile she was giving her.

"Buh," Rainbow said, although it was less of a proclamation and more of a random, involuntary syllable. She wasn't even sure what she intended to say with that, and the thought of this random sound combined with the happiness from the belly rubs she was getting made her smile. It was a big, genuine smile, and it made Sweet's smile grow, so it was definitely okay to Rainbow.

All of a sudden, the rubbing stopped. Rainbow felt a sudden pang of loneliness; had Sweet abandoned her? She sat up slightly, looking for where Sweet had gone. She was relieved to see Sweet still there, but when she saw her bringing the diaper over, a tiny bit of resistance found its way to the surface, and she moved a hind hoof to attempt to nudge it away.

"Shh, it's okay," Sweet cooed, effortlessly moving Rainbow's hoof away. "I know it might feel weird, but you have to wear this, okay? We don't want to make a mess." Something about Sweet's tone seemed to remove Rainbow's trepidations about the garment. If Sweet thought it was that important, then she was probably right.

"C'mon now, sweetie," Sweet said, giving one of Rainbow's cutie marks a gentle tap. "Bottoms up!" Rainbow giggled lightly at the playfulness in Sweet's tone and did as was asked of her, lifting her rump slightly off of the ground. She watched Sweet slide the fluffy diaper under her, any resistance to the idea having faded away.

"Bottoms back to bottom!" Sweet said, giving her cutie mark a tap once more. Rainbow smiled and lowered herself back down, her rump making contact with the pillow-soft garment. She couldn't help letting out another little giggle as she felt the soft padding under her rump. She looked up to the smiling face of Sweet, watching as she sprinkled a generous bit of foal powder between her hind legs. A little puff of powder drifted up towards Rainbow's nose, and she scrunched it up before letting out a sneeze.

"Bless you, cutie!" Sweet said. She took one of Rainbow's hind hooves and gently tickled the bottom of it. Rainbow vaguely remembered something about not liking it when ponies touched her hooves, but the concept seemed ridiculous to her as she burst into laughter from the ticklish sensations. Sweet beamed down at her, giving the underside of her hoof a little kiss and causing her to squeal again.

Rainbow couldn't remember why she'd had any problems with this treatment at all. She stared up appreciatively at Sweet as the diaper was folded up between her hind legs, the top of it falling just under her belly. The sides were taped closed, and Rainbow found herself having been expertly diapered.

"There we go, Dashie," Sweet cooed, taking a moment to be proud of the nickname that she figured she'd come up with. "That's not so bad, right?"

Rainbow rolled over onto her side, then onto her hooves. Her stance was a little wobbly, and she quickly found that the thickness of the diaper prevented her from closing her hind legs fully. These two factors led to her normal, even trot being reduced to a silly little waddle. She giggled lightly as she tried to take a few steps.

"What a good walker you are!" Sweet sang out. "Come on, walk to Mama Sweet."

Rainbow stopped in her tracks. She looked to Sweet with a little pout.

"Not mama," she said, as sternly as a grown pony with the mindset of a foal might have been capable of. Sweet tilted her head, then smiled again and nodded.

"Right," she said. "How about Nanny Sweet? Though that does make me feel a little old..."

"Nana Sweet!" Rainbow exclaimed, her big smile returning as she began to waddle over to her.

"Well then, Nana Sweet it is!" Sweet giggled, holding her forelegs out just in time to catch Rainbow as she stumbled forward. She pulled Rainbow into a tender hug, one that Rainbow was more than happy to return.

"What a sweet little filly you are," Sweet cooed into Rainbow's ear, stroking her mane with a hoof as she let go of the hug. "How does my little Dashie feel about some dinner? Your belly must be all rumbly!"

"Hungry!" Dashie replied, clapping her front hooves together. Sweet grinned and lit her horn up.

"You just stay right here and play then," Sweet said, floating a play mat and a bunch of toys over. "I'll be right in the next room preparing some num-nums for your tum-tum, okay?"

"Kay Nana Sweet," Dashie replied. She closed her eyes and smiled as Sweet gave her a little peck on the forehead. Sweet then headed into the next room, making sure that Dashie was still in sight as she began taking vegetables out of the fridge.

Dashie eyed the toys that had been left for her. She took a few wobbly steps towards them, but stopped once one hoof touched the mat. She found herself instantly enamored with the feeling of the soft mat under her hoof, and spent a few moments just picking her hoof up and putting it down again. She seemed to forget all about the toys that had been left for her, the mat now taking all of her attention. She walked the rest of the way onto the mat, marching in place to feel this new, fun sensation. She eventually flopped her padded rump down onto the mat, kneading away at the softness with her front hooves. The building blocks and dolls that Sweet had set on the mat for Dashie might as well have not even been there; the joy on Dashie's face from the simple feeling of soft, springy fabric under her hooves was enough for her.

"Dashie!" Sweet called out from the kitchen. "Come to Nana!"

Dashie looked up. She had no idea how much time had passed since she'd started playing with the mat. If she, in her regular state of mind, had seen just how much time she'd spent playing with it, she likely would have found it ridiculous, but that didn't even occur to her right now. Much as she wanted to continue playing; she felt compelled to obey Nana Sweet, and began the long wobbly trek to the kitchen.

Sweet watched and giggled as Dashie waddled her way into the kitchen. The sight of her was simply too adorable for words.

"Do you wanna be a big girl and help Nana Sweet?" she asked. Dashie nodded eagerly, and Sweet lit her horn up. Dashie giggled happily as Sweet's magic lifted her up, then set her down on the counter. She was probably still a bit big to sit on the counter and make it look normal, but again, she wasn't concerned with that.

"Okay, Dashie," Sweet said, holding up a single pea. "The ones like this go over here." She placed the pea on one side of the counter, then showed Dashie a carrot slice. "And the ones like this go in here." The carrot slice was pushed to the other side. "Can you help Nana Sweet with that?"

"Yep!" Dashie replied cheerfully. As Sweet passed her more and more veggies, she pushed the really little ones to one side and the bigger ones to the other. Sweet had to help her a few times, but she managed the majority of it without a problem.

"What a smart little filly I have here!" Sweet cooed, giving Dashie a nuzzle. "Now let's eat!"

Dashie beamed at the praise, and she was soon magically lifted up again. She was set down in a big high chair, and obediently lifted her forelegs so Sweet could lower the tray and secure her in her seat. Dashie wiggled in her high chair, finding quickly that she could make fun sounds with it if she shifted hard enough in one direction, then the other. She kept doing this until Sweet gently held her still with a hoof.

"Such a noisy little lady," Sweet giggled. She deftly tied a pink bib with the words "Lil' Stinker" on it around Dashie's neck. Dashie looked down at the bib, then back up to Sweet with an adorable little frown.

"Aw, it's just a joke, cutie," Sweet said, tickling underneath her chin. "Now open wide! Here comes the Num-Num Express! Next stop: Tastytown!" She held a spoon up to Dashie's mouth, and Dashie obediently opened her mouth. Her obedience was rewarded with a tasty spoonful of little veggies. Dashie made a happy little "mmm" as she chewed her veggies thoroughly. As soon as she finished them, another full spoon was held out for her, and she was more than happy to open up again. It wasn't long until she'd finished her entire portion.

"Is the silly filly's tummy full?" Sweet asked.

Dashie nodded in response, giving a little "mmm." She tried to pat her full belly, but her foreleg hit into the tray. She bit her lip as the pain caused tears to start forming in her eyes, but before she could so much as sniffle, Sweet had already wrapped her in a warm hug.

"Oh nooooo," Sweet said, inspecting Dashie's foreleg. "Did Dashie get a boo-boo?"

Dashie nodded in response, a single sniffle escaping her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was sure she'd felt pain greater than this, and it had never left her a teary mess before. She leaned into the hug, letting Sweet inspect her boo-boo.

"I know what will fix that right up," Sweet said with a smile. She lifted Dashie's foreleg up to her face and gave the area she'd banged a little kiss. "All better?"

Dashie looked at her foreleg. Somehow, it seemed as if the pain she'd felt had all just melted away with that kiss. She sniffled once more and gave Sweet a smile. "Better."

"Nana's kisses always do the trick!" Sweet said, releasing the hug. "Now c'mon. I've got a nice, warm bottle waiting for a cute little filly. Does that sound good?"

"Mm-hmm!" Dashie replied, bouncing on her rump as much as the high chair would allow. Sweet gave her a warm smile as she floated a full bottle of milk over from across the room. The tray on Dashie's high chair was lifted, and she son found herself once again being lifted by Sweet's magic. She was placed carefully on Sweet's back, and she immediately wrapped her forelegs around Sweet's neck.

"Aww, what an affectionate little filly you are!" Sweet exclaimed. "Such a good girl." Sweet then made her way through the playroom and back into the hallway, Dashie giggling as she bounced lightly on her back

Dashie found herself staring in wonder at her surroundings as she was brought through the hallway. She hadn't noticed all the colorful animal murals along the tops of the walls when she was racing through the hall earlier, but now they commanded her full attention. Every single animal wore a pleasant smile, and she smiled in return. Any worries she had, about this place or otherwise, were long forgotten. It was such a happy place, and Nana Sweet was so nice and loving. There was no possible way she could think badly about any of this.

The animal parade came to an end as Sweet and her passenger re-entered the living room. Dashie was gently placed onto the couch, and Sweet plopped herself right down next to her.

"Now you rest yourself down right here, okay?" Sweet said, patting her lap. Dashie did just as she was told, lying on her side and curling up next to Sweet, her upper half resting on her lap. The bottle was brought in front of her face by Sweet's hoof, and she opened her mouth, ready to accept it. The amber nipple was placed in her mouth, and she pursed her lips around it. She gave it a little suckle, and was rewarded with a trickle of delicious milk. No more prompting was needed as Dashie continued to suckle on the bottle, her suckling soon becoming autonomous. She felt Sweet begin to stroke her mane as she drank, and she gazed up into Sweet's eyes as she suckled, feeling utterly content. Sweet gazed back lovingly, giving her that warm smile that told her that everything was going to be alright. Dashie never broke eye contact with Sweet, that caring gaze serving to help her relax as she plowed through the contents of the bottle. Drinking was a fairly slow process, considering how little milk was able to make it through the nipple, but it wasn't terribly long before she'd managed to finish the whole bottle.

"Mm-mmm!" Sweet said quietly, pulling the bottle away and rubbing her nose against Dashie's. "Nummy-nummy?"

Dashie responded by burping loudly in Sweet's face, causing her to burst out laughing. Dashie's lips were still pursed, and Sweet deftly slipped a pacifier between them. Dashie took to the pacifier immediately, happily suckling on it.

"Does Dashie like her dummy?" Sweet asked, giving her mane a ruffle. Dashie nodded, unwilling to answer verbally, lest she drop the comforting pacifier. Sweet giggled and lifted her onto her back once more. "You've got a little more time to play, but then it's time for beddy-byes, alright?" Dashie nodded once more, wrapping her forelegs around Sweet's neck, and the two were off.

Dashie soon found herself back in the playroom and back on the playmat she'd marveled over earlier. While Sweet sat down in a chair within eyesight and opened a book, Dashie once again set her thickly-padded rump down and began patting the mat. This time, though, the colorful blocks set on the mat managed to catch her attention. She considered getting up to waddle over to the blocks, but found it easier and more convenient to scoot on her rump. She clumsily grabbed one block and set it on top of another. Once all the blocks were stacked, she smacked them with a hoof, scattering them everywhere. This delighted her immensely, and she immediately began gathering the blocks back up to do it again.

The blocks managed to keep Dashie's interest for a good while, until a new feeling distracted her. It was a telltale pressure in her lower belly. All the tea and milk that she'd drank was finally taking its toll, and before Dashie knew it, she was soaking her diaper. For a few moments, she just sat there, staring forward as she felt the flow continue, the thick padding thirstily absorbing it all and swelling between her hind legs.

Dashie had no idea what to do as she sat there, the sodden garment warm against her crotch. After a few moments of the most in-depth thinking she could muster through her current mindset, she came up with what she was sure was the absolute best course of action. She sniffled once, then immediately burst into tears.

Within moments, Sweet was up from her chair and by Dashie's side, rubbing her back with one front hoof and checking her diaper with the other.

"It's okay, little Dashie," Sweet whispered. "You're just wet. It's nothing to be ashamed of. That's why I'm here." It took a lot of hugging and cooing, but Dashie eventually managed to calm down. The sniffling continued, but the tears had stopped.

Dashie felt herself lifted up by Sweet's magic and placed on the changing table. She let a few more sniffles out, but they were quickly silenced when Sweet placed her pacifier back in her mouth. The return of the suckling action soothed her as Sweet undid the tapes on the sides of her diaper. Dashie shivered a bit as the warmth of the soaked padding left her, flopping onto the table with a sodden thump, but a little ruffling of her mane soon calmed her down again. Sweet balled the wet diaper up and disposed of it, then produced some foal wipes, using her magic to gently wipe Dashie down. Whatever remaining bits of Dashie's worries faded away with each cool wipe, and by the time Sweet was done, she was once again staring up at her with a calm, trusting gaze.

Once Dashie was wiped down, Sweet presented a clean diaper. Dashie stared at this new diaper. It was noticeably thicker than the one she'd been wearing until just recently. If she was in her right mind, she likely would have thought it to be a nighttime diaper. As it was, though, the type of diaper it was didn't matter to her. All that mattered was that it looked soft and warm, and that Sweet was the best nana ever for doing all of these nice things for her.

"Bottoms up!" Sweet sang, tapping her cutie mark just like before. Dashie did just that, eagerly watching the thick diaper slide under her. As soon as she felt the second tap, she lowered her rump onto the garment. She found herself entranced by just how thick this diaper was, and sat up a bit in an effort I reach down and touch it.

"Ah-ah," Sweet cooed to her, placing a hoof gently on Dashie's chest. Dashie instantly submitted to Sweet's hoof, letting herself be eased back into a lying down position. Her grabby hooves chose instead to lightly take hold of the hoof on her chest, and Sweet smiled down at her, using her magic to powder Dashie so she could let her continue to hold her hoof. Sweet's magic then folded the diaper up between Dashie's hind legs and secured the tape on both sides.

"Now you can touch," Sweet told her, removing her hoof. Dashie sat up and patted her new padding with a hoof, looking pleased at the feeling. She looked up to Sweet with a look of childish approval as she patted away at it.

"Nana Sweet knew you'd like it," Sweet said, hooping her nose with a hoof. "Now come on. One more bottle and then it's off to beddy-bye, okay?" Dashie nodded obediently, and giggled and squirmed as she was lifted off of the table and once again deposited on Sweet's back. It was only a short trip this time, as Sweet had thought to bring another bottle in with her and had chosen to use the couch in the nursery this time, rather than bringing her all the way to the living room. Dashie let out a little pout as her pacifier was taken away, but it quickly faded as the nipple of the bottle replaced it, and she curled up happily against Sweet again as she drank her fill.

"I cannot get over how fast you drink!" Sweet laughed, patting Dashie's tummy. This time she was ready for the oncoming burp, and ducked out of the way just in time. The two looked at each other for a moment, then both started laughing.

"'Scuse me," Dashie giggled. Then she let out a big yawn.

"Uh-oh, looks like somepony's sleepy!" Sweet said. Dashie did her best to shake her head and vehemently deny this claim, but another yawn and a set of droopy eyelids solidly disproved the case she was trying to make.

"All good little fillies need their sleep," Sweet told her. "And if you're a good little filly and let me put you to sleep, I'll let you wear this!"

Dashie's eyes went wide as she caught sight of the prize that Sweet had presented for her. The footed sleeper had been designed to look just like a Wonderbolts uniform, right down to the lightning bolt designs on the legs and little goggles attached to the hood. Dashie could barely contain her excitement, and let out a delighted squeal.

"I kinda thought you'd like that!" Sweet said with a grin. "But only sleepy fillies who let their Nana Sweet are allowed to wear it. So I'll ask again: are you a sleepy little filly?"

"I'm a sleepy lil' filly," Dashie said quickly, adding a yawn for emphasis.

"Mhm," Sweet said with a wink. "C'mon then, sleepy filly." She held the sleeper open for Dashie, who waddled over as quickly as she could with the bulk between her legs. It took a bit of effort, what with Dashie being as squirmy and energetic as she was, but Dashie soon found herself nice and cozy in the soft sleeper.

"My my," Sweet said. "Who's the prettiest little Wonderbolt in the world?" Dashie tilted her head, unsure.

"... Me?" she asked.

"You!" Sweet exclaimed, wrapping her in a big hug. Dashie squealed and hugged back as excitedly as her sleepiness would allow.

"You just wait," Sweet said. "Once you're all grown-up, you'll get right into the Wonderbolts, no problem!"

Dashie nodded in response. Then she felt herself lifted off of her hooves by Sweet's magic as one side of the crib was lowered. She smiled up at Sweet as she was deposited into the crib, her fatigue and the comfort of her diaper and sleeper already causing her eyelids to droop.

"You've been such a good filly, Dashie," Sweet whispered to her. "I know this was all a mixup, but I'm really glad it happened, and I hope you are too."

Dashie wasn't entirely aware of what Nana Sweet meant. Some little thought in the very back of her mind recognized it, but it wasn't enough to form a clear memory. She decided to smile and nod anyway, because her smile usually made Nana Sweet happy. She then turned her gaze up to the mobile hanging above her. The sparkly little clouds danced and spun above her head, and she reached one hoof up to touch them, only to find that she couldn't reach. Her efforts were slowed further when she heard Sweet begin to sing her a gentle lullaby. The combination of her tiredness, the level of comfort she was feeling, and the enchanting melody was too much for her, and she soon drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," Sweet whispered, leaning over to give her forehead a kiss. She rose the side of the crib and secured it, made sure the walkie-talkie by the crib was on, then headed to the door, giving a look back at the sleeping pony before shutting the lights and exiting.