Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Dizzy Twister always worried about her only child, Scootaloo. Being a single parent, nopony could blame Dizzy Twister for her worries, especially since they often turned out to be unnecessary.

Scootaloo was something of a thrill seeker, but that didn’t mean she didn’t understand the importance of safety. Whenever she went scooting, she always made sure she wore her trademark blue helmet. On more than one occasion, said helmet helped her emerge from accidents with little more than scrapes, bruises, and cuts. As opposed to the possibility of brain damage.

Such was once again the case, as Scootaloo slowly rose to her hooves. She had gotten herself banged up pretty badly, having tumbled off her scooter to avoid a collision with a cart.

“I just hope Rainbow Dash didn’t see me wipe out like that,” Scootaloo thought to herself, as she worked through her pain to retrieve her scooter “Or even Diamond Tiara. It’s bad enough she makes me fun of me for being a blank flank and not being able to fly yet, I don’t need her mocking my scooter skills on top of all that.”

Fortunately for Scootaloo, her scooter had survived the accident intact. The only signs of damage were a few small dents, and a couple of smears on the parts that had struck the cart. It was nothing a hammer and a new paint job wouldn’t fix.

But there was something else that made Scootaloo dread bringing her damaged scooter back home, telling her mom what had happened to her. And considering how much Dizzy Twister worried, Scootaloo knew she wasn’t going to enjoy whatever sort of punishment she would have to endure.

With a sigh, Scootaloo walked alongside her scooter, and slowly made her way home. “Might as well just get this over with as soon as possible.” she thought to herself.

As Scootaloo approached her house, she could see her mom waiting for her by the front door. Already, Scootaloo could see the look of concern and worry reflected in her mom’s eyes, as she parked her scooter in its usual place.

“What happened to you, Scootaloo?! Did you get into another accident?!” Dizzy Twister asked with concern, as she raced over to her daughter to check for any sign of injury.

Scootaloo sighed, and reluctantly said to her mom “Yes I did. I was riding my scooter like always, when this huge cart suddenly started crossing the path I needed to take. I braked as best I could, then jumped off before the crash. My helmet took the brunt of the impact from my wipe out.”

Dizzy Twister gasped with concern upon hearing this “You’re not hurt, are you?!” she asked her daughter.

“I’m fine,” Scootaloo said, groaning slightly “For the most part. I just got a couple of bruise marks here and there, nothing’s broken.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Dizzy Twister replied, breathing a much needed sigh of relief. Then, she observed the state her daughter’s coat was in, and frowned “Just look at you, you’re all dirty. You need a bath, pronto!”

“What?! But Mom!” Scootaloo protested.

“No buts, Scootaloo,” Dizzy Twister said seriously, as she escorted her daughter inside “Don’t you want to get all nice and clean?”

Scootaloo couldn’t argue with that, she hated being dirty as much as anypony else, she just usually didn’t show it as obviously.

Truth be told, Scootaloo was looking forward to a hot bath. There was something relaxing about taking a bath after riding around all day on her scooter.

But to Scootaloo’s surprise, the bath that her mom prepared for her, was not a regular bath. It was a bubble bath, and one filled with all sorts of bath toys like rubber ducks and toy ships, which Scootaloo felt she was too old to play with.

“Alright, my little Wonderbolt, into the tub with you.” Dizzy Twister said cheerfully, as she grabbed her daughter by the tail, thus preventing her from running away.

Scootaloo pouted, as she was lowered into the bubbly water. “This is embarrassing! I’m not some two year old!” she complained, sitting her rump down in the bathtub.

Dizzy Twister took no notice, she simply grabbed a brush and used it to start scrubbing her daughter’s coat clean of dirt and grime.

When that was done, Dizzy Twister squirted some mane shampoo into her hooves and instructed to Scootaloo “Hold still, so I can work the shampoo into your hair. You wouldn’t want me to get any of it in your ears, now would you, my little Scootaloo?”

Scootaloo cooperated, and allowed her mother to shampoo her mane, then repeat the process for her tail.

After rinsing off the mane and tail shampoo, Dizzy Twister took a bottle of feather shampoo and squirted some of its contents into her hooves. She then massaged the shampoo into Scootaloo’s feathers, getting them so clean that they sparkled.

Once the shampooing and bathing process was completed, Dizzy Twister took a moment to just relax. She sat down on the bathroom floor, and watched her daughter reluctantly play with some of the bath toys provided.

Scootaloo became so immersed in playing with the miniature Wonderbolt bath toys, that she almost didn’t notice when her mother said to her “You just keep playing, my little Scootaloo. Mommy’s going to get some special supplies really quick.” And walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Scootaloo began to suspect that something was up, but quickly brushed it off. “My mom’s always saying things like that whenever I crash my scooter. It always just means bandages and kisses.” And she quickly went back to playing with the bath toys.

Only a few minutes later, Dizzy Twister returned. But what she was carrying in her hooves were not what Scootaloo had been expecting.

Instead of bandages, Dizzy Twister had a pack of “Silly Filly” brand diapers tucked under one hoof, and in her other hoof she held a bottle of foal powder and a teal colored changing mat.

“Okay, Scootaloo, bath time’s over. Time for you to get out of the tub.” Dizzy Twister called sweetly, and pulled the drain plug out.

But Scootaloo didn’t climb out of the tub, she just sat there with her eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. Nervously, she asked her mom “What’s with the diapers? I’m not a foal!”

Dizzy Twister just chuckled, as she pulled Scootaloo out of the tub and set her on a towel to dry off “Of course you’re not a foal, you’re Mommy’s special little athlete. And Mommy needs to make sure her special little athlete has the necessary ‘protection’.” And when Scootaloo had dried off enough, Dizzy Twister put her on the changing mat, and proceeded to diaper and powder her. She then picked up her diapered daughter, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

“What did I ever do to deserve this?” Scootaloo thought unhappily to herself, as she carried out of the bathroom in her mother’s hooves.

Dizzy Twister saw her daughter’s pouty face, and just smiled a motherly smile in response “Don’t worry, this will just be our little secret,” she told her daughter “And wait til you see what Mommy has prepared for her special little athlete.”

Whatever it was, Scootaloo was certain she wasn’t going to like it. But all the same, she was surprised at the sight that greeted her eyes, when her mom pushed open the door to her room.