A Mother's Touch

   Once the actual dinner had been prepared, Rarity carried Sweetie down to the kitchen and set her in the chair. It was an interesting feeling; the warm, soft padding under Sweetie’s bottom and the cold, hard wood under her upper thighs. She sat for a minute, hugging Mr. Bun and sucking her hoof, while she waited for Rarity to get our dinner.

   She came back a few minutes later with two big plates of spaghetti. “I hope you like spaghetti,” she said. It seemed to Sweetie Belle that Rarity had the uncanny ability to always select her favorite foods.    Maybe their parents had told her before they’d left. Sweetie squealed with glee as Rarity set it in front of her. She set her stuffed rabbit aside and grabbed a fork just as Rarity placed a large glass of milk beside Sweetie’s plate and a basket of rolls in the middle of the table.

   Sweetie started eating right away and with very little concern for what Rarity thought of her behavior. By the end of the meal her entire face and front were covered with spaghetti sauce and bread crumbs, and she had a big milk mustache. Rarity chuckled, and her laughter made Sweetie notice what she looked like. She grinned sheepishly, but she didn’t feel embarrassed. She didn’t need to.

   She said, “In the future, I think we should get you a bib.” To Sweetie’s surprise, and probably to Rarity’s too, she nodded her head vigorously at the suggestion. She guessed it would have at least saved her front in this situation. In its current condition, she hardly thought it was salvageable. While Rarity cleared the table she let out a small burp. Afterwards, she said, “’scuse me.”

   When the table was cleared and the dishes were taken care of, Rarity came back and knelt beside Sweetie’s chair. With a rag, she wiped Sweetie’s face and chest clean. She smiled and ruffled up Sweetie’s mane. Sweetie giggled. “Grab your rabbit and follow me. I’ve got something to show you.” She walked off. Sweetie took Mr. Bun and ran after her.

   They walked through a few hallways and rooms that Sweetie hadn’t been in before until they stopped in a room that faced west and had a large plate glass window. The sun was just setting and the image it presented was very pretty.

   “Have a seat, Sweetie Belle, I’ll be right back.”

   Sweetie plopped down on the hard floor and crossed her forehooves. She stuck her hoof in her mouth as she gazed at the gorgeous sunset. She glanced down and admired her attire, or lack thereof. She enjoyed wearing her diaper so it was visible. She was comfortable with that.

   Rarity came back in a few minutes with a large pillow. It must have been large enough for Sweetie to lie on fully stretched out, without any of her hanging off. She set the pillow on the floor and said, “Have a seat, Sweetie Belle.” Instead of walking, Sweetie got down on her hooves and knees and crawled over to the pillow. She sat down and sank a little into its soft stuffing.

   The pillow was so comfortable! The covering was silky smooth and it provided the perfect amount of softness and support. Sweetie relished the sensations the case made against the back of her thighs.

   Rarity walked over to another side of the room to a piano. There was a piano that Sweetie hadn’t even noticed!

   She sat down at the piano and uncovered the keys. Immediately, she started playing some beautiful classical piece. Her hooves just danced on the keys; it was amazing! Sweetie’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. After she had finished, she turned and smiled at Sweetie. “I take it you didn’t know I played the piano.” Sweetie shook her head slowly.

   She took a book a music from a shelf next to the piano and opened it. She turned a few pages and began to play again. This time, she started singing along. Her voice was so beautiful. Sweet and soft, but full.

   When she finished Sweetie clapped loudly.

   Rarity smiled, “Thank you, Sweetie Belle.” Then she started playing again.

   Sweetie almost melted as she listened to these words being sung by somepony so close to her. Considering how she’d felt for the past few days, this was the exact opposite feeling. She felt so completely safe, so free from worry, so loved, so contented. She felt like Rarity would take care of her forever. She was completely free from worry, just like she wanted.

   After her childrens’ song montage, Rarity moved on to some stuff that Sweetie didn’t know as well. It was music that their parents had listened to, Sweetie remembered.  Rarity played song after song as the sun sank on the horizon and the room was hued dark red. She kept playing as the sun vanished, and the room was illuminated only by the light above the piano.

   A lot of the time while she was singing, Sweetie didn’t even hear the words. She would get lost in Rarity’s voice. It was so beautiful. Sweetie would listen to her sing more than she would listen to what she was singing. But it was all so beautiful that it didn’t matter. The message of the songs always came through even if she didn’t hear