Twilight calmed her knee. She was rather busy bouncing Scootaloo, the child did enjoy it after all, but Scootaloo could barely handle eating food while sitting still.

The two’s child spared no time in munching down on her cookie, she was a quick eater. Perhaps she was just hungry; thankfully she didn’t get anything but a few crumbs on her chest.

Being careful not to spill the milk herself, Fluttershy carefully handed her daughter the small plastic cup.

“Now Scootaloo, please be careful dear. I don’t wanna- oh dear.”

Scootaloo tilted the cup back up straight, “W-what?” she said, looking down. She could feel the milk seething through the soft material of the footie pajamas and against her thigh.

“Oh, yuck… I-I’m sorry I spilt it Fluttershy…”

“It’s quite alright… really…” the timid girl looked at Twilight, “I think we outta call it a night while we’re still ahead, alright? I don’t want to keep her up all night. She should sleep pretty calmly in the crib you know? It’s awful comfy!”

“Is it?” Scootaloo asked, grabbing the other cookie and taking a bite of it. It was kind of crunchy, but soft enough to chew. Her teeth were covered with the bitter-sweet chocolate chips.

Fluttershy shut her eyes a few seconds, ‘why did this have to be so stressful’ she thought to herself. It wasn’t even the first time she’d taken care of a child, Scootaloo was just so… ‘dysfunctional’, or maybe she was just being too judgmental of her.

Acting carefully, she helped Scootaloo take a few sips of the milk before taking it away.

“Sorry I had to help you there Scoots. I just didn’t want you dealing with the smell of spoiled milk…” she said, sitting up and walking away from the couch, “You know what? How about you sleep with Twily and I tonight? Maybe I’ll tell you a little story or something? We could even turn on the tele in my room and you could fall asleep to watching them…”

“That sounds delightful!” the young child’s voice lit up a bit.

“Glad to hear it Scoots…” The timid mommy said, walking back into the room. Reaching her arms out, she had Twilght hand her Scootaloo. She couldn’t help but smile a little bit, Scootaloo did look adorable in her footie pajamas. Too bad her hair and everything were still dirty though.

“Come on Twilight, I think it’d be best if we got Scootaloo ready for bed alright? I really would like to get some shut eye too you know?”

“Go ahead without me…” Twilight said, lying back on the couch, “I kinda just need to think things out, alright?”

“Oh, alright…” Fluttershy said stumbling awkwardly up the steps, “Scoots and I’ll just be in our room alright? I-I’ll see you later I guess?” ‘That sounds off for Twilight, even in a situation like this one. She always looks for her friend’s help… weird.’

“Yeah, later!” Twilight dead paned. She waited some ten minutes to move out of her spot on the couch, ‘do I really want to- no.’ she corrected her thoughts.

Frowning, she picked up her jeans. Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out a metallic black device.

“Yes, this is Ms. Sparkle … I-I need an escort back to my manor…”
***

“Hehe! My girl!” Fluttershy said, ticking her child up and down her sides, “whose a little cutie?

“Haha! Fluttershy! Stop! I’m not ticklish!” Scootaloo said, kicking her tiny legs with all her meager strength. It was obvious she wouldn’t win, even against someone as small as Fluttershy.

Fluttershy retracted her hands before hugging her child close, nuzzling her own cheek against her daughter’s.

“Oh, Scootaloo! You are so! I just thought I’d get you smiling before we settle down a little. Come on, hop in next to mommy!” Fluttershy said, crawling over to the pillow side of the bed and pulling up the covers.

The young child crawled right beside her mommy and gave her a big hug around the waist, “Mmm… you smell nice mommy.”

“Thanks Scootaloo…” Fluttershy said pulling the blanket over them. The blanket was really a comforter; a very poofy one at that.

Between the insulation of the covers and the warmth of Fluttershy, the young girls metabolism started to fail her as she closed her weary eyes. It’d been so long she was cuddled, it felt great.

“You haven’t been held like this in a while have you?” Fluttershy asked, petting her daughter’s back. Scootaloo didn’t recognize it, but she could feel the tension in her back being alleviated; she became less ‘posed’ in her hug.”

The mother continued stroking her daughters tense back, it’d been so long she felt like she was being the mother. After all, Twilight and her had been roleplaying for such a long time. So much had happened since then. They were moving so fast, and yet… holding Scootaloo made everything catch up to her. ‘Had it caught up to Twilight too?’

She shewed away the thought as she stretched her arm out to shut off her bedroom’s light. Perhaps it’s better if she not think about but snuggling right now. She did have a beautiful young daughter who has really been through a lot today.

“Goodnight Baby…” Fluttershy yawned, pulling her daughter in with both arms, pressing the child against her flat chest. She wished she had bigger boobs, it’d probably feel better for Scootaloo…

******

There was a tickle on the young girl’s nose. She raised her hand to itch it only to wake herself up. Yawning, she nuzzled her head against Fluttershy’s chest, “Mommy! Get up! Can we play?”

Fluttershy’s opened wide open, “Huh-? Oh yeah, sorry I’m used to saying- never mind…” Fluttershy said sitting up. She rubbed her eyes as she looked around the room, it was kind of a dark day.

Looking around the room, Fluttershy gasped.

‘Twilight never came in last night’ she thought to herself, ‘Maybe Twilight just stayed up later than they did? Or maybe this was all just my anxiety making me think so poorly of her. Whatever, I still have a child to look after’.

“Hai Scootaloo…” Fluttershy said, walking up to her daughter, “Are you still dry?”

Scootaloo blushed, nodding the way a child does when they’re trying to fib the truth.

Fluttershy instantly knew the look on Scootaloo’s face; she’d seen children before. She reached her hand out and pulled down zipper of the footie pajamas, revealing her skinny half naked daughter under all her clothes.

Smiling, she covered her mouth, “Awe, poor baby. You don’t even know you had an accident, maybe we outta get you changed into something different before you have another one!”

“No!” Scootaloo said, hopping out of her footie pajamas and sitting on the bed, “I don’t wanna!”

Fluttershy smiled, picking up her daughter, “Awe, poor baby. We had our agreement yesterday and you clearly broke it. I told you, you were allowed to use the potty if you needed to after all.”

Scootaloo watched in horror as she was carried into her nursery. Her mother locked the door behind her, before walking towards the changing table.

Fluttershy kept a warm smile as she set her child down, “Now I know this is a new experience for you, but I don’t want you worrying about the potty any more. Clearly you just haven’t learned it well enough and It’s important that you get a fresh start with potty training and everything.”

Frowning, the child nodded. They went over everything the previous day. She knew this would happen. Following the instructions of her mommy, she lifted her legs in the air.

Fluttershy grabbed Scootaloo’s damp panties by the hem and pulled them down. There wasn’t a hint of Judgment in her eyes as she went through the cleaning process. She was the girl’s mother now; hopefully she was still one of two…

“I’m sorry if it any of this feels cold or something, I can’t let you get an infection…” she said, powdering the girl back and front. She smiled reaching down below her to grab a puffy white undergarment.

“I-I’m wearing real baby diapers?” Scootaloo said, clicking her knees together.

Lift the girl’s bottom up a little, Fluttershy slid it underneath her. Making the process last no longer than it needed to be, she taped it around Scootaloo’s waist, “There you go baby. Does it feel comfy?”

“Something like that…” Scootaloo said, jabbing the front of the diaper. It felt weightless around her whole bottom, yet it seemed to obscure everything her touch from everything around her. Giggling a bit, she sat up, “So, Fluttershy. Could I have a shirt? I don’t wanna be naked in front of Twilight. You I trust, I just um… yeah.”

Fluttershy nodded. Walking over to the sticker plastered wooden dresser, she pulled out several various t-shirts which all depicted a similar design to one another. Eventually, she found a t-shirt that seemed well sized enough.

“Haha! I hope you like it!” she said, helping to get it over her daughter’s head.

The text seemed to confuse the girl. She knew the shirt was blue, two types of blue to be exact. But she couldn’t quite make out the text. ‘What is d-a-d-d-y-s’ she thought to herself, trying to trace the word with her index finger.

“Mommy, what do these letters say?”

“Oh…” Fluttershy walked over to the girl. She pulled the shirt out and read the text to her child, making sure she could figure out every letter before identifying the word as a whole.

“It says, ‘d-ah-dee’. Daddy’s little boy to be exact. I know you’re not a boy, but it was the first shirt I found. Most kids your size that I babysit well... most of those kids wear dresses or other things. It doesn’t matter, its best we head down stairs alright?”

Scootaloo nodded and let her mommy pick her up. She hated to admit it, but she liked being held. It made her feel so… the word wouldn’t come to her head.

Fluttershy braced herself, something in the way Twilight spoke last night seemed off. She was hoping she didn’t know right, but she really didn’t want to believe it. But making her way, all the way down stairs, her suspicions were proven.

Twilight left.
***

“Mommy?” Scootaloo asked, tugging on Fluttershy’s shirt, “Is something wrong?”

Fluttershy looked around the room, her eyes scanning for any detail of her friend’s disappearance. She wanted to panic and yell for her friend, but she really didn’t want to upset Scootaloo. Maybe if Fluttershy didn’t appear worried, she could lie.

“Mommy! A letter!” the child said, pointing her finger at the table.

The women’s heart jumped as she saw the piece of paper too. She sat her child on the couch, making sure to place her gently. Grabbing the letter, she picked it up and read it despertly like desperate dog trying to claw his way through a door.

‘Dear Fluttershy,

This past week has been the best one of my life. I can’t help but feel I’m making a mistake, but I have a responsibility to this nation, just like Rainbow Dash did. I can’t mother such a helpless child like Scootaloo, I know I nurtured you, but that was different. I knew all along that you had a hidden potential, even as my baby girl.

Scootaloo on the other hand, well she’s really not… she’s ‘special’. Bringing a same sex couple to the royal throne is one thing, but leaving such an irresponsible heir would put her and our kingdom in danger; at least from a diplomatic standpoint.

I hate that I have to do this! I’m so sorry! I can’t tell you how much I’m sobbing as I write this, but I hear you and Scootaloo laughing and I just… I know you’re not alone Fluttershy, you don’t need me, you never needed me! You don’t know how strong you are, you’re all you need Fluttershy… hold onto your daughter… hold her the same way I held you.

I wish I could hold onto you forever Fluttershy, I love you. ~ Twily <3

White hot blood rushed through Fluttershy’s blood as she clenched the letter in her hands. The scars on her stomach seemed to burn into the skin, like the letter was salt being poured on her opened wombs. She swallowed awkwardly as she pulled Scootaloo into a hug, “I’m so sorry- I-I- just hold onto me!”

“Momma?” the child asked, confused about the reaction from her mommy, “I-it’s alright… y-you’re not mad are you?”

Fluttershy shook her head, “No S-Scootaloo, I’m just going through some stuff…” she leaned back in the chair, holding her daughter close to her chest. She stroked her hand down the girl’s back slowly, over and over again.

The child frowned, squeezing her mommy tight. Her tiny hands, weakly grabbed the sides of her mom’s shirt. For whatever reason, Fluttershy was upset and that made her upset.

Fluttershy inhaled deeply, the natural smell of her daughter’s dirty hair was a bit soothing to her. Instinctively, she ran her fingers through Scootaloo’s messy orange hair.

“My baby…” she said, calming down. She struck a hopeful look into her daughter’s magenta eyes… they looked just like Rainbow’s. She nodded, “You are my baby now, oh!” She hugged her daughter, resting her forehead on Scootaloo’s, “Listen, we’re going to get you fed alright? Want me to make you some pancakes before I give you a bath? You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Scootaloo smiled, still following the emotions of her mommy. She nodded her head, grinning a bit.

“That a girl…” Fluttershy said, letting her daughter on the couch. She walked into the hallway, pulling something out of the closet; it was a baby bouncer with a vibrant array of colors and toys in both the interior and exterior.

Scootaloo peaked her head over the couch, “W-what is that?”

Fluttershy took the large piece of furniture and pulled it into the living room. She dusted off the piece of furniture; it’d been so long since she last had a baby to use it, and well… Scootaloo could and would use it. It would be good for her after all, it gives her the benefit of balance all while the tray of toys around her gave her increased tracking skills.

“It’s perfect isn’t it?” She said as she rolled the play-thing infront of her daughter.

Scootaloo got up out of her seat and walked up to the mysterious device. It was like nothing she’d seen before. Pressed a few notes on a colorful keyboard, to the surprise that they not only lit up, but also made different sounds.

Smiling, she experimented with several other toys on the outer tray that surrounded the plush cradle seat. It was like something she hadn't seen before; it was so colorful and enticing.

“Hehe, like it baby?” Fluttershy asked, picking her daughter up and setting her in the bouncer’s seat.

Scootaloo nodded. She really wasn’t paying attention to anything but the object’s surround toys. The child also noticed how the thing allowed her to bounce up and down in her seat; there must have been a spring in the thing’s legs.

The child started giggling, enjoying the subtle pleasure of discovering what each one of her bouncers and individual toys did.

“Alright baby…” Scootaloo’s Mommy said, turning on the T.V, “I’ll have your pancakes down in 15 minutes. I locked the wheels to the walker, so if you need me just give me a call.”

Fluttershy went into the kitchen and started her work on her and her daughter’s meal. She kept herself in a passive state, one where she could pretend that her girlfriend didn’t just leave her; she mixed the batter.

Whisking the liquid around in her mixing bowl, she looked over the kitchen counters and at her child playing with her toy in the living room

Scootaloo seemed like such a curious little girl, always experimenting with things she know she shouldn’t; perhaps that’s why she was so passive about being diapered. Then again, she might also not understand what being in real diapers actually implies.

It was bizarre to her; Rainbow Dash had never mentioned anything about Scootaloo’s accidents before. ‘Maybe there was something more to Scootaloo.’ The Fluttershy thought to herself.

She poured the batter unto the heated pan and began her works, making sure each of the pancakes was just the right amount of golden brown.

After several minutes of preparation, the meal was completed and Fluttershy was left with one last responsibility; ‘what do I put her drink in?’ Fluttershy thought sorting through all the cabinets, making sure she checked all her available cups. She could have sworn she had more sippy cups, but apparently not.

Fluttershy delivered the meal of pancakes to the nearby dining room table. She cut up the pancakes, allowing her daughter a few more minutes to experiment with some of her toys.

“Up you go Scoots!” Fluttershy said, picking her daughter up and taking her to the dining room. Scootaloo was obviously too small to eat properly at the dining room table and there was a perfectly good highchair from the week’s prior events.

“A-a highchair?” Scootaloo asked, curious of her mother’s thinking. She was a kid, not a baby. Highchairs were actually made for babies; she didn’t want to be a baby.

Against her will, Scootaloo was set in the chair and had the tray dropped over her lap. Pouting, she watched as her mommy strapped her against the chair.

“Comfy?” Fluttershy asked setting nothing but a plate of pancakes with lot of syrup on the try.

Scootaloo looked at Fluttershy. ‘How was she supposed to eat? Was Fluttershy going to feed me?’ she thought to herself. She was about to ask, but she had to prove she was independent. Grabbing one of the pancake slices with her bare hands, she sloppily picked it up and shoved it in her mouth.

Fluttershy smiled, forking some of her own pancakes into her mouth. Scootaloo looked so proud eating all by herself. It was funny to look at, ‘looks like someone’s going to have a sticky little shirt!’ she thought to herself as her daughter dripped more and more syrup on her outfit and diaper.

After several minutes of munching away on her their breakfast, the two were full. Neither Fluttershy nor Scootaloo managed to finish their full move.

Scootaloo looked around at the mess she made. Blotches of syrup coated her highchair’s white plastic. Thankfully the things soft pink padded remained untouched. Still, it was embarrassing; this was an even bigger mess than the milk yesterday.

“I-I’m sorry momma…” she said, cowering into the padding that surrounded her.

The small women stood up and gave her daughter a sympathetique smile. Helping Scootaloo out of the seat, she cooed, “Awe baby! You’re so silly! Come on, I’ll give you a bottle after a bath. We need to clean some little cutie up…”

Author's Note

Perhaps it's just the mentality of humanized stories, but this has somehow become my most controversial story to date. I do have plans on making more pony based stories in the future.

I do feel like some people who read this story might not have "Fluttercrinkle: The Remake" which is a bit concerning because if they hadn't, the implied relationship in the first chapter would seemed a bit tacked on. Of course now the story starts getting to the point where the shock of taking care of Scootaloo is over and the three have to make fixed stances in their life.

That being said, the next chapter will be out in about (5-7) days! ~England ^-^