One More Time

by Oliver-England

Rating: teen
Tags: Scootaloo, Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human
Length: 28280

Scootaloo takes an opportunity to regain the earliest years of her life, under Twilight's supervision. (AB/DL Story)

Scootaloo volunteers to have Twilight assist her in living a youthful childhood, that she never experienced. While at first Scootaloo comes to help Twilight out, she stays for other reasons.

(Cover art by: The-Padded-Room)

Published 2015-06-26 15:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-03-20 00:46:05 UTC

I'll Cry Instead

Author's Note

I'm back, after a very long time at that. It's been a while since I've written a narrative, so bare with me on this first chapter. I'm still getting back in touch with my former editor.

This story unlike a few other's is more emotionally charged than anything. Not only have I been enjoying exploring the topic of 'regression' this time around, but I've also enjoyed writing this all in a laid back manner than I have some of my other stories.

Anyhow, enjoy the story and have a good one! ~England

I'll Cry Instead

Biting the tip of her pen, Twilight Sparkle patiently waited for her new ‘helper’ to arrive. It’d been weeks into development- this project she’d had in mind. She had already written down as much stuff as she needed to about her helper prior to arrival, nothing but a couple problems Rainbow Dash had told about her before.

*Knock, knock, knock* The sound protruded from the door, followed by a meek, “Hello?”

“Oh, you’re here!” The perky researcher chimed, opening the door way to her friend. She looked down and saw a young girl, standing about 2/3rds of her height. “Scootaloo, I see you decided to do the project after all?”

“Well, yeah.” Scootaloo said, stepping inside the house. “I thought it over and I’d really like to help you out, especially after you got my friends and I out of all of those jams. Plus my scooter has never worked better!” She said, happily.

Smiling in kind, Twilight took to shutting the door. “You know, I’ll give you a bit of money for all this; I wouldn’t feel right otherwise.” She admitted.

Scootaloo kicked off her trainers and looked up at her new guardian. She wasn’t exactly sure what Twilight needed her to do, short of being told she’d be acting ‘younger’. She knew she’d be acting as young as a baby, but to what extent is what she really didn’t know.

“What is it?” Twilight asked.

“C-could you tell me what we’re doing here? Like, what’s the plan, I’m gonna be here for a while you said. W-what do you want me to do first?” Scootaloo asked, nervously adjusting the bottom of her t-shirt, it was a bit small on her.

Resting her hand on the kid’s shoulder, Twilight smiled. “Well Scootaloo, we’re going to be testing the effects of regression and tendencies and whatnot in young children. I had my institute grant me a nursery-esc room full with the luxuries of being a little kid…” She said, walking her way upstairs. “While I’m not going to force you into anything, you’re encouraged to do as much as possible and do things organically. I won’t pressure you into anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

Gripping the golden door handle, Twilight twisted it then pushed it open to reveal a room much much nicer than the one Scootaloo had at home. “It’s worth noting that your real name won’t be included in my final report, so there’s no pressure to do whatever you’d like.” She added, with a sheepish grin.

“Ooh… wow.” Scootaloo said, stepping onto the room’s plushie white carpet. Everything looked new and polished. The walls were covered in a cutsie stripped turquoise wallpaper that matched the black-finished wood furniture. The bedding and padding to the bed, the crib, the rocking chair, the changing table, and the couch all followed a similar white theme with a turquoise ornate pattern thrown in.

“It’s fancy isn’t it?” Twilight said, walking up to a baby walker half her size. Unlike the rest of the room, the ‘activity stuff’ was part of a separate set and was mostly white plastic with an explosive rainbow of colors on the otherwise white padding. “We sorta had to cut cost somewhere, re-designing baby activity stuff for a girl your size is a challenge on it’s own, so we found some fabric and a carpenter and let him have fun with it.” She said, smiling as she looked around at the room with a hint of pride.

“Man, this stuff is so-young.” Scootaloo paused, mentally taking in all the stuff to do. “I mean, I never had much growing up. I still don’t have this much, it’s-exciting!” She exclaimed, looking around. “I’ll be honest, this all is gonna take some time to ease into. Rainbow did say I was allowed to stick around for a while right?” she questioned.

Twilight giggled a bit, “Hehe, yes Rainbow said she was perfectly fine with some of this stuff. I’m sure once you get used to this stuff, the time will just fly by she added.” Walking over to the dresser, she opened its doors and looked back at the kid. Scootaloo appeared to be wearing a pair of simple black running shorts, and a basic orange t-shirt with matching socks. She knew Scootaloo was never one for ‘pretty clothes’, so she purchased the wardrobe accordingly.

“Do you want to try something on, before we have lunch?” She asked, peaking back out the various outfits in hanging up in the dresser.

Scootaloo walked by the baby-walker, running her hand acrossed it. She blushed, there was something oddly embarrassing about being around anything ‘babyish’ to her. “I guess I wouldn’t mind, I’m here to do that sorta thing aren’t I?” she asked as she walked up to Twilight.

“Well, the question is…” Twilight paused, grabbing a bright pink shirt and visually trying it on for the girl. “Will it fit you? I think it will actually! Thank goodness you’re such a cute wittle girl.” She giggled, handing it to Scootaloo.

Blushing, Scootaloo looked down and looked at the cheaply designed princess characters and the glittery mess that surrounded them. “Am not…” She said, turning her back to Twilight as she took off her top and replaced it with her new ‘younger’ shirt. “It’s actually a bit comfy.” She admitted, “It fits better than my other one too!”

“Hehe, that’s good.” Twilight said, crouching beside the young girl. “Now tell me Scootaloo, how does the shirt make you feel? Tell me about it, then I’ll make you something for lunch.”

Puckering her lips for a second, the child looked down at her shirt and examined it. She was honestly pretty unaffected by the shirt as long as she didn’t think too much about it. It hadn’t been that long ago that she secretly like princesses. Panning her head to the side, the child spoke, “Well… I dunno. The shirt makes me feel a bit younger I guess. I wear t-shirts a lot, so I think the princesses are what I don’t like about the outfit.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow as she asked her next questioned, “Why don’t you like the princesses?”

Scootaloo got a bit red face and paused. “I-I dunno- I guess I just don’t like looking too ‘weak’.” She admitted.

“What about being a princess makes you ‘weak’ though?” The Science student asked, as a fellow question.

Scootaloo threw up her arms and looked puzzled, “I dunno, princesses are always the target it seems. They always need rescuing.”

Twilight smirked, reaching out her hand and running it across the side of the kid’s face, “Well princesses are really strong while they’re waiting for their prince too you know? It takes a lot of courage to stay calm in a situation like that.”

Rolling her eyes, the child huffed, “I guess.” A second passed before she looked down at her outfit. “Hmm, if I’m supposed to be younger, why am I wearing what I want to wear?” she asked, curiously.

“Huh…” Twilight paused, astounded by her ‘helper’s’ comment. “I guess you’re right. Looks like someone I know is gonna be wearing the cutest wittle pink shorts I can find!” She said, pulling out a pair of pink running shorts similar to Scootaloo’s.

“…” Scootaloo was silent.

*****

The child sat in a chair, swinging her legs as she patiently waited for her lunch. After some twenty minutes of waiting, Twilight set down a PB&J sandwich with sliced apples and milk. Her eyebrows heightened, Scootaloo blinked a few times. “It took you nearly a half hour, to make that?” She questioned.

“Well...” Twilight paused as she took a seat next to the kid. “I kinda ate a sandwich while I was getting all this food stuff done. Besides, I had to make everything in accordance with your physical/’mental’ age.”

“So right now, what age am I?” Scootaloo asked, taking a bite of the sandwich.

Tapping her food, Twilight yawned a bit. “Ahh- According to your ‘age chart’, your developmental age right now is about five. Enjoy it while you can, because this bit is when you get to do fun stuff. You know? Watch movies, albeit kiddie movies, ride a bike with training wheels, or play with hard toys. When you decide to give one of those things up, well- you’re kinda going to start going on a downwards slope. I might need to step in and do a few uh- uncomfortable things.”

Finishing her sandwich, Scootaloo looked up at Twilight. “What do you mean by uncomfortable?” She asked, nibbling on an apple a bit.

“Well… let’s just say I’ll probably be seeing that apple again.” Twilight giggled, blushing a bit.

Scootaloo’s face turned pale and she stopped her bite into her apple. “You know what, I think I lost my appetite.” She said, pushing the remaining half of the sliced apples away. Grabbing the milk, she slowly drank it.

“So, according to my ‘growth chart’ you can choose between riding a nice bike or scooter. I’ll just go out and say you probably want to ride the bike, I don’t want to make you resent scooters for the rest of your life you know?” She said, picking up the dishes.

Nodding, the child hopped off her seat and hung around close behind Twilight the entire way to the sink and eventually out into the garage. “There you are sweetie…” She heard, as the garage door opened. She noticed the bike immediately, it was pink and yes it had training wheels.

“Look, it even matches your shirt.” Twilight laughed a bit, thinking cynically for her client. “Now, I’m going to need you to wear these, come over here.” She said, grabbing a few black padded pieces from off a wooden work bench.

“Do I have to?” Scootaloo asked, looking at the shoulder and knee pads with contempt. She didn’t ever wear pads, not usually at least. Pads were too ‘wimpy’ for her. Even if she was only a little older than eight, she didn’t like looking unskilled enough around others to justify wearing protection.

Twilight shrugged her shoulders, “You know what, because I’m gonna need to start playing the mommy card as soon as you take another step back I’ll allow it. Just please, if you’re getting ready to crash, please try to land in the grass.”

Scootaloo hopped on the bike, sporting only the rainbow-colored helmet that she wore on the scooter trip over to the house. There was no way she was gonna wear anything else, the training wheels already teased her enough.

Twilight watched as Scootaloo went back and forth on the dirt path behind her house. Scootaloo was doing alright, seeing as she usually didn’t ride a bike. An hour or two of watching the child proved disastrous though, as Scootaloo started getting more ‘daring with her jumps’. What started off as a need for speed soon turned into the child going off into the lowered garden areas and jumping over the dirt paths that seperated the plots.

Looking at the rather steep incline that rose up to a dirt path, Scootaloo back up the bike and raced it forward. As she speeded forward, a sudden ‘wait!’ in the distance distracted her as her front tire sunk into the hill and she found herself flying across the air. A sudden painful roll and her arm felt like it’d been cut bad.

“Ooh no!” Twilight said, rushing over to Scootaloo picking her up. “Awe sweetie, are you alright?” she asked, hugging the child close in her arms. From the feel of it, Scootaloo’s fairly tan skin was starting to feel pretty badly radiated too.

“I-I-C-cut my arm.” She said, tensing up in her guardian’s arms.

“Shh…” Twilight said, holding up Scootaloo’s arm and kissing it square on the spot where it got scrapped. “You’re alright, how about we get you inside and out of your uh- dirty clothes.” She said, taking notice of Scootaloo’s shirt; the entire side where she crashed was covered in drying mud.

*****

“Alright Scootaloo, before I get you ready for your bath I’m gonna need you to answer three things for me.” Twilight said, sitting the child on the changing table. “When you crashed, did you think not wearing the padding was a still a smart idea, was it your fault?”

“N-no.” The child said, swallowing hard. She didn’t like being questioned over something like that, it felt too preachy.

Twilight nodded, “Would you like me to help give you a nice warm bath, or do you wanna do it all by yourself.”

Scootaloo thought for a second, she actually didn’t know how to run a bath; at least not a nice one. She really didn’t want any more pain today. “N-No.” She answered, sorrowfully.

Nodding again, Twilight smirked. “Alright, one last question. Would you like me to be a bit more careful with you? I’ll watch over you and make sure you’re nice and cozy for the rest of your stay, at the cost of some of your freedom.” She asked, giving the child an empathetic smile, as her book recommended.

The stinging in Scootaloo’s arm was still a bother and she really didn’t want to deal with another incident like that again. “A-are you saying you’re going to like, take care of me? Like you were my personal maid?” she questioned.

“A bit like that-more or less like a nanny. Kinda like Rainbow Dash, but a bit more responsible.” She giggled, trying to keep a straight face. “I would have to eventually anyway, although I figured a tough girl like you would’ve lasted a bit longer.”

Blushing a bit, the child swallowed her pride and nodded. She had her own reasons for letting Twilight be more motherly. It wasn’t like her friends were there to judge and it most certainly wasn’t like the stuff she was allowed to do already was that ‘mature’.

“Alright…” Twilight said, avoiding eye contact with the child as she moved a pair of swimming nappies unto the table. “I might be required to have you wear these.” She admitted.

Scootaloo picked up the plastic package and looked questioningly at it’s cover. “Well… I haven’t worn these ever before. Do you know what they feel like?” She said, ripping open the top of the bag.

Twilight pulled one out and handed it to the kid, “I take it you can get yourself dressed for now. Just take off your clothes and stuff and hand them to me when you’re done. Also I’m technically not supposed to do this, but I’ll let you wear your shirt or something inside the bath.”

Nodding, the child watched as her now caretaker walked out of the room. She scanned down her legs and to her socks. Without saying a word, she slowly peeled her socks off with her other food.

As she looked around the room, she noticed the incredible amount of detail that went into the room. The atmosphere despite being oddly ‘refreshing’ to her was only complimented by her curiosity. She wanted to explore thing in a perspective she didn’t really remember having. Her life in the Orphanarium was always spent in dull rooms, with a select rotation of toys circulating throughout the building.

This room however was different; the wide range of things to play with and the comfort to be had far outstretched something she could ever imagine as an eight year old. Perhaps it was just the adrenaline from the scrape talking to her, but everything seemed so much more open ended and exciting.

She grabbed one of the swim diapers and held it tight in her hand. It wasn’t far from what her regular underwear felt like, just a bit more bulky. Lowering her pride, she smiled as she changed out of her dirty princess based clothes.

*****

“There you a-“ Twilight paused, noticing the Scootaloo in her nappy. She was expecting the child, but not one with such an eager expression on their face. “I take you found the nappy ‘comfortable’?” she asked, allowing her the child time to walk into the bathroom.

Scootaloo had a heavy red blush to her face, but she nodded in a kind of happiness. There was something liberating to her about walking around in just a nappy, even if it was a swim nappy.

Twilight adverted her eyes, watching as the skinner girl made her way into the bathtub, climbing inside and sinking in. The layer of bubbles covered the entirety of the child’s body and left only her neck peeking out. “Awe, haha! You remind me of tank right now.” She laughed.

“Hehe, why’s that?” Scootaloo asked, confused. “If anything I look like a gopher, or something that lives in the ground.” She said, sinking further into the bath’s warmth. Her scathed arm didn’t even feel affected by the bubbles or water.

“It’s nothing, just my imagination getting ahead of me I suppose. You’re right though.” Twilight said, pulling out the shampoo and running it through her hands. She rubbed them, creating a few bubble than reached over and started massaging Scootaloo’s scalp.

Without a single word being said, Twilight foamed up Scootaloo’s perky short hair, giving it time to settle in. She grabbed the shower head and gently started to run luke warm water over the child’s head. When she was done, the child had started to look dreary eyed.

“Awe, is Scootaloo being a tired little girl?” She teased, grabbing a towel from the rack.

“Nah, this is just nice I guess…” Scootaloo said, staying nearly perfectly still. “I-I don’t think I’ve taken a bath before, definitely not one this relaxing.”

“Well, there’s no rush.” Twilight said, sitting against the drawer opposite of the bath. “We’ve got plenty of time for you to have some relaxing fun, no more bikes though.” She giggled.

Scootaloo let out a little giggle too. She didn’t know why, but the bike crash didn’t seem so bad for some reason. She didn’t even get the bike out of the ditch, she was just taken away from the whole situation. It was strange, but she felt kinda confident in Twilight’s ability to make her feel young.

“C-can I get out now?” she questioned.

“Of course, here you go!” The caretaker replied, handing the child the towel. To her surprise, when Scootaloo finished drying herself off, she heard the her utter the words, ‘C-can you carry me too?’.

Act Naturally

Stepping out into the hallway, Twilight held a young child wrapped in a fluffy white towel. She didn’t mind carrying Scootaloo as much as she thought she would. At most, Scootaloo was only sixty pounds or so and unlike the cake twins, Scootaloo didn’t make a fuss when she was carried.

Minding the closeness to her caretaker, Scootaloo peaked her eyes up at Twilight. “Why do you feel so warm?” She asked, curiously nuzzling Twilight’s shoulder.

“Cause…” Twilight paused, opening up the door to Scootaloo’s temporary quarters, “I’m not warm. Your body heat is probably just low, or at least feels that way. Stress can do that to a person you know?”

Scootaloo thought for a second about what Twilight said and then nodded. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel just a little bit nervous, she was about to ignore lots of ‘musts’ that she’d learned over the years. Even if she was being quite literally ‘pampered’ the entire way, the situation she was in still put her on the edge of her seat.

Taking conscious breathes, the child didn’t speak a word out loud. She watched the changing table she was going to be set on, examining the various types of nappies and powders that filled its shelves. Before she could even collect her thoughts on the object, she was already being sat untop of the table’s vinyl waterproof padding.

“So Scootaloo…” Twilight said, sparing no time for the child to adapt properly to her situation. She stripped the towel away from the girl and smiled, “I’m going to need you to be a big girl and lay on your back.”

“L-like this?” Scootaloo said, anxiously covering up her exposed chest. She had some recollection of how diaper changes went. Without being told, she spread her legs and looked in another direction away from her caretaker; she wanted as little interruptions as possible.

Nodding, Twilight gently ripped off the sides of the swim diaper and tugged it from underneath Scootaloo’s bare bottom. “Are you sure you’re not really a baby, cause you seem to know an awful lot about the process!” she teased, as she pulled out the powder and began pouring it on the child.

Lifting her arms up, Scootaloo allowed herself to be pulled up onto her naked tushie. She blushed a bit as she looked up at Twilight; something about her empathetic smile made her feel a little less self-conscience.

Twilight slowly broke her eye contact with Scootaloo and pulled a pink plastic package from underneath the changing table. “They’re pullups, I assume you’ve worn these in the past.” She said, ripping the package’s top and handing one to the child with a smile on her face.

“Yeah….” Scootaloo said, hopping off the changing table. Putting it on one foot in at a time, she tugged the elastic waist up her legs and over her backside. Blushing a bit, she laughed nervously, “Hehe, I-I used to have a bad bedwetting problem. I guess Rainbow Dash already talked about that though, didn’t she?” She asked.

“Only a tad bit.” Twilight smirked, trying to help maintain the girl’s dignity. She knew it must have been embarrassing for Scootaloo to wear real nappies. Taking note of her ‘assistant’s’ fragile state of mind, she carefully patted the girl on the head.

Taking a deep breath, Scootaloo looked up at Twilight with a sheepish smile to her face. “Hehe. So, what am I supposed to be wearing? Or do for fun? How is a three year old supposed to act?” She asked, looking around the room with fascination.

Twilight tapped her chin then walked over to Scootaloo’s dresser. Opening it up, she started shifting through wardrobes. “Well…” She said scanning the various outfits, “If you’re pottytraining, I imagine your pants have to be something accessible.”

Watching patiently, Scootaloo was amazed as Twilight pulled out a beautiful purple princess outfit. It looked really nice, despite her not being a fan of the ‘girly’ look. It reminded her a lot of the dress she had when she was younger, albeit that dress was more tampered.

“I take it you like?” Twilight said, gesturing for Scootaloo to lift her arms in the air. “You said wanted to know a bit about being three years old, well a big part of it is gender identity. Don’t worry, once you take another step back until be all babyish things.” She said, giggling a bit as she zipped the back of Scootaloo’s Dress on her.

Scootaloo looked up, only to be met with a set of hands bringing her perky hair into two smaller ponytails. She blushed a bit, but that didn’t stop her from warranting her question, “What else am I supposed to do about ‘being’ three years old though?”

Picking the child off the ground, Twilight gave her a coy smile and booped her nose with a single free hand. “Well, you can start off by acting a little bit more emotional. There’s no need to hold back your feelings. If you feel angry you hit things or scream, If you’re scared then cry, and if you’re happy then giggle.” She said pleasantly.

Breathing heavily, Scootaloo started giggling wildly, forcing it a bit. Her face turned red with embrassment as she started frantically jumping up and down. “Hehe! Like that?” She teased, sticking her tongue out a little at Twilight.

“Something like that, not that forceful though. Just- don’t question your emotions when you feel about something strongly I guess.” Twilight said as she thought over the child’s performance.

Pouting, she fell on her backside and pouted. “I want play!” She yelled, raising her arms to the sky. It wasn’t long before a set of hands grabbed tight around her sides and lifted her up in the air. “I saw I swing outside, I wanna swing!” She whined, fidgeting a bit as she kept a strong eye contact with her caretaker.

“Nevermind.” Twilight said, planting her hand on her face. “Tell you what, don’t worry about the acting. Just try to feel less obligated to act rationally alright? I promise I won’t spank you or punish you too harshly.” She said, trying to reassure the girl.

“Hehe, that’s alright too I guess.” Scootaloo agreed, letting Twilight pick her up. “I wouldn’t mind swinging through, you know? If that’s alright with you?” She asked, blushing a bit as she was carried like a toddler. It’d been a while since she had swung.

Comfortable, Scootaloo hugged unto her caretaker. Unlike Rainbow, Twilight actually smelled pleasant. Not that Rainbow Dash smelled bad per say, but she most certainly was never clean. It was nice to be around someone who had a pretty fragrance for once.

Twilight made her way downstairs and towards the front door, stopping to check on the child. “I better protect your eyes…” Twilight said, setting Scootaloo on the ground. A bit flustered at her lack of preparation, she placed her hands on her knees and bent forwards at the child and spoke, “Listen, I need to head back up stairs and grab something real fast! Can I trust you to be a big girl and stand still while I go grab what I need?”

Scootaloo gave a blank nod as she watched Twilight turn around immediately and rush up the stairs. Something about Twilight’s nervous tone made her feel a bit bad for Twilight, like Twilight was really concerned about the situation at hand. She didn’t want to upset her caretaker anymore, so she stood in place smiling pridefully like a good girl.

From the top of the steps, Twilight came down each one quickly with a bear covered bag around her shoulder. The bag open, she reached inside and pulled out a small hat. “It’s a sunhat…” Twilight said, placing the thing on Scootaloo’s head. “I don’t want you to get a sunburn.”

Blinking, the child looked up at the hat and then back at Twilight. She watched as her caretaker pulled out a bottle of sunblock and signaled for her to put out an arm. With a small pull of her hand, Scootaloo walked closer to Twilight and let her apply some of the over-fragranced cream on her arms and legs.

“You know I tan right?” Scootaloo asked, puzzled as to why Twilight would need to apply the sunblock. She never sunblock and she never got burned.

Twilight finished off the application and capped the bottle. Putting it away, she dug back into her bag and pulled out a pair of socks and childish white sneakers.

Staring at the shoes, Scootaloo blushed a bit. “You gotta be kidding me.” She said, sitting on her backside. She lifted each of her legs in the air and let Twilight slip on a sock and one of shoe on both of her feet. She cringed, hearing the tear of the Velcro and the tightening of the shoes around her feet. “Why? Why the Velcro shoes?” She asked, looking away from them.

“Cause…” Twilight stalled, picking up her diaper bag and hanging it from her shoulder. She picked the child up and opened the door, “I couldn’t let my little toddler scuff her feet, or accidently get a sunburn. Not to mention, most three year olds can’t tie their shoes. So, it was either the strap sneakers or a pair of mary janes.

Puckering her lips for a brief second, the child nodded in agreement. It was true that a preschooler most likely wouldn’t be able to tie their own shoes. Then again, that doesn’t mean Twilight couldn’t have just tied a laced pair of shoes for her. It didn’t really matter much though.

Twilight stepped carefully through the grass, the weight of her diaper bag and Scootaloo making it very tough for her balance the two. She made her way into the patch of wood chips that lined the bottom of the swing and plopped the child into the seat of the back swing.

Wanting to be as helpful as possible, Scootaloo kicked her legs, letting both of them slide through the opening in the wicker design of the swing. Her thighs weren’t chubby enough that they would chaff at all. It was obvious that the swing was a perfect fit for her.

“Hehe, you fit right in…” Twilight giggled, setting down her vanilla colored nylon bag. She walked up the child and tried to tug the front of the dress in front of the child’s knees. Feeling a bit silly about the situation she got Scootaloo in, she blushed. “Maybe the dress wasn’t the best choice for today. Then again, I had no idea this is what we’d be doing.” She admitted.

“You know, I didn’t exactly expect to be in this position either. Although it’s a quite nice change of pace I guess.” Scootaloo said, kicking her legs innocently. She looked at her caretaker then pointed at the diaper bag, “You got anything in there?” She questioned.

“Well duh.” Twilight said, walking behind the girl, pushing softly at the back of the swing. “Do you wanna know what’s inside your diaper bag?” She questioned.

Scootaloo raised an eyebrow then threw her hands up in the air, “What kinda question is that? Of course I want to.” She giggled, trying her best not to come off as too curious.

Looking to the sky, Twilight tapped her chin. She slowly pushed the child again as she ran down the mental list of things in the bag, “Well. There’s a stuffed lion, a travel size pack of pullups, a pair of two cotton training panties, powder, diaper rash crème, oil, wipes, and a changing mat. There’s also a wittle change of clothes incase Scootawoo has a potty problem!” she teased, pulling the strap of the girl’s dress then releasing it.

She watched Scootaloo turn her head back and blow a raspberry at her. Feeling the child’s perky attitude come alive in side her, she leaned in and pushed a bit more. “Hehe, you’re such a cute wittle pwrincess. Infact, I think someone deserves a wittle tweet.” She cooed.

“Is that all you got?” Scootaloo asked, trying to keep her pullup hidden with her hands. For some reason, Twilight’s suggestions were making her feel warm on the inside. It was like she was talking to Rainbow Dash but there was no reason not to cave in. It was all for fun after all.

“Hehe, how about we skip the swinging…” Twilight said, grabbing a hold of the back of the swing and slowing it down manually. “You know you’ve been pressing on the front of your diaper a lot, are you sure you didn’t make potty pants?” she teased.

Scootaloo reddened from the embarrassment, but there was a small burning in her chest that made her smile happily. Letting the playful feelings take over, she exclaimed with the biggest of smile, “Hehe, no wet!” She said, using both hands to cover up the front of her dress.

Feeling playful in kind, Twilight lifted the child from the air and stepped back from the swing. “What about- now!” she yelled, tossing the child up a couple inches in the air. “Did you do it, did you wet yourself?” She asked, throwing the child back up in the air, “Do you needa potty?”

“Hehe, I-don’t-need potty.” Scootaloo giggled between bounces. She laughed widely, kicking slightly as she was thrown into the air.

Twilight caught the child and cradled her. With a devilish smile on her face, she set her onto the plush green grass and started tickling at her sides. “Hehe, is that a call for war?” She asked, running her hands up the sides of the child’s body.

Before she knew it, Scootaloo had fallen onto her backside with the hail of giggling from the two, but her tickling didn’t let up. She crouched over Scootaloo and lifted her dress, then nommed her ankles.

“Eek!” Scootaloo said, rolling onto her back. She kicked her feet in the air and squeeled, but Twilight held a single leg still.

“I’m going to get you!” Twilight rawred, in a monster voice before nomming at Scootaloo’s ankle again. Without a word of warning, she used the child’s lower guard to tickle her sides again.

“Mommy, stop!” Scootaloo giggled, continuing to fidget around as her Caretaker’s tickling onslaught started to lay off.

Taking notice of the child’s words, Twilight’s expression lit up then turned back into a sincere smile again. She sat on her on backside, letting the child catch her breath then pulled her up as well.

Scootaloo let out a few more light giggles as she balanced herself on her hands. Taking a deep breath, she crawled a foot over to Twilight and hugged her as best as she could.

“Awe Scoots.” Twilight smiled, bringing the child onto her lap. Soothingly as she could, she slowly rubbed her hand up and down the child’s back. “You know we can do stuff like that all the time if you want, all you gotta do is loose your big girl filter. Whtta you say?” Twilight asked, taking the hat from Scootaloo’s head.

“Well…” Scootaloo paused, going in for another hug. She rested head on Twilight’s chest as she slowly adjusted her seat on her lap a bit.

“Well what?” Twilight questioned as she noticed the child look in another direction. It only took a few moment before a sudden warmness spread on top of her thighs. “What the hell?” She questioned look down and then at the child.

“Hehe… sorry.” Scootaloo said, feeling a bit dumb as the never ending blush on her face only seemed to get redder and her movements even more clumsy.

Twilight lifted the girl’s dress to reveal the top of her light blue jeans were now a cash blue and the colorful illistations on the child’s dress were now faded. Lifting the girl back the underarms, she set Scootaloo on her feet.

“Scootaloo. You silly girl, toddlers would at least try to make it to the bathroom.” Twilight smirked, laying a hand on the child’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I’m not made. Just stay here and I’ll get everything taken care of.” Twilight smiled, reassuring the girl that she wasn’t angry at her.

The child stood in place, watching as her caretaker grabbed the diaper bag and walked backed back to her. She didn’t really think too much of the wetting, she was trying to be childish afterall. Still, she felt a bit silly standing there with a soggy nappy between her legs.

Stopping infront of the girl, Twilight laid down the white vynil changing mat. She quickly took note of the little repeating blue baby bottle designs as her kid crawled on top of then positioned herself on the changing mat.

Giving the child a reassuring smile, she pulled the purple dress up and took a look at the soggy diaper. “Hehe, someone really needed to go potty!” She giggled, undoing the tabs of the pullup and letting it plop onto the vinyl padding.

Making the process as quick as possible, Twilight worked fast on wiping and powdering the girl. “You know, I think someone needs to relax after all that excitement.” She said, as motherly as possible as stood the child up.

Scootaloo looked around, making sure no neighbor or street goer could see her. Without much of a hassle, she stepped into the pullup Twilight had opened up for her and stepped in one foot at a time, using Twilight’s shoulders for balance. “I guess I could. All that tickling was a little bit tiring.” She admitted.

“Well…” Twilight giggled, wiping off the changing mat’s vynil cover with a wipe then tossing it into the dirty pullup. Using a bit of hand santizer, Twilight got the mat and the nappy properly stored in the diaper bag, then pulled something from the side compartment.

To the confusion of Scootaloo, a small plastic shield with a cartoon covered lanyard was attatched to the breast of her dress via safety pin. She picked up on the plastic, only to react with wide eyes; it was pink pacifer.

“Shh…” Twilight said whispered, tossing the diaper bag onto her shoulder. She gently snatched the pacifer from the child and slowly slipped it into the kid’s mouth. She noticed Scootaloo didn’t even put up a fight, she just looked a bit fansinated is all.

Scootaloo grabbed Twilights hand with her own tiny one and tugged a bit, grabbing the women’s attention. “But, Twilight. What about my hat?” She asked as she was walked towards the back door.

“Meh, it was a cheap hat anyway.” Twilight giggled, walking the child through the entrance way. “Now, if you agree too. I think it’s time we got some dinner. Aye Scootaloo?” she questioned, shutting the door behind her.

Scootaloo rocked her head to the side before shrugging. She took the pacifier out of her mouth and looked up, “Sure I guess. Can I go play with something though, in the mean time?” She questioned.

Twilight nodded. “Sure thing. What kinda thing is my baby in the mood to play with?” She questioned, walking with the child into the living room…

***

“Scootaloo…” Twilight called, alerting the child that her dinner was ready. She walked over to the couch, where Scootaloo sat snuggling a throw blanket and watching T.V. Crouching in front of the girl, she undid her shoe laces and let each of them drop to the ground. “I made you macaroni and cheese and sliced apples, is that alright?” She questioned.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” The child replied, letting her caretaker pick her up. She clung to Twilight’s hip as she was carried to the kitchen. To her surprise, Twilight had set up a big highchair right next to the dinner table. She was gently sat down in the colorful plush padding and had a set of safety straps buckled snugly over her chest.

She watched as her caretaker took a pearl white colored tray and buckled it too properly into place, giving her a place to set her hands down at. It wasn’t long until a bowl of macaroni, a rubber spoon, and a plate with a few sliced apples on it made its way onto the table.

“Annnd… a sippy cup.” Twilight smiled, setting down an eight ounce cup with two handles and a super strong pink lid. “It felt appropriate, so I filled it with juice. Is that fine sweetie?” she asked, eager to know how Scootaloo felt about it.

Meanwhile, Scootaloo sat laid back a bit in her super comfy chair. The plush padding on her back made her feel like she was laid against a cloud, but the six feet of height also put her on edge. It was weird, but in the high chair she was as tall as any adult. But would usually make her comfortable, but that also means that she’s always the center of attention in the room to whoever is sitting down.

Nervously, she nodded before taking the tiny spoon and working her way into the bowl of macaroni. The whole time she pecked away at her macaroni, she couldn’t help but watch as Twilight ate away at the sandwich she’d made for herself. Occasionally, she’d give her caretaker an awkward smile, but other than that she just keep to herself as she ate away at her macaroni and apples.

“Hehe…” Twilight giggled, watching as Scootaloo eat away at her food like she was guilty of something terrible. She knew Scootaloo was always one to avoid showing weakness and being the center of attention wouldn’t help much though. But it was all part of the process to help the child cope with her insecurities.

“What?” Scootaloo questioned, adjusting her seat a bit. All of a sudden, she couldn’t focus on nothing else than her looks. ‘Was there a stain on her face? Did she get something on her dress? Did she look like a baby?’ were all questions flowing around in her head.

“Nothing.” The motherly figure panned on, taking the plate and bowls away from the child’s table; they had nothing edible left on them. With a powerfully positive expression on her face, she turned her back to the child and set the dishes back into the sink.

Reaching for a pastry cover box, she lifted it up to reveal a whole baby sized birthday cake. Without speaking a word to Scootaloo, she looked her right in the eyes and gave her warm grin as she placed the cake in it’s whole onto the tray. “Oops.” Twilight said, taking the spoon from the tray and slipping it into her back pocket, “That isn’t for you.”

“I-it says 2.5 on it. Why does it say two point five?” Scootaloo asked, watching as Twilight removed the unlit candles. “Cause, I thought I’d save it for tomorrow. But, I think I’d be better for you to indulge now. So go ahead, eat up!” she exclaimed.

“W-with what?” Scootaloo asked nervously.

“With those of course!” Twilight cheered, grabbing Scootaloo by the wrist and making the child clap her hands together.

Scootaloo looked up at Twilight and gave her a sly grin before digging into the vanilla cake’s icing and scooping it into her mouth. Cake went everywhere as Scootaloo got more ravenous. She cheered, ripping the fluffy cake with her hands, letting crumble and get all over her dress, then suckling the remaining cake and icing off her hands.

Twilight pulled out her phone and took a picture of the child, who didn’t seem to pay mind to the device. It was obvious Scootaloo was more than happy to break the cake up, ruin her dress, and smash whatever she could hold unto her face and her mouth. Scootaloo moved without any hesitation, like the guilt free child she should be. Encouraging the child’s playfulness to come out again, Twilight cooed, “Awe, who’s the cutie with the messy face?”

“Me! I’m the cutie!” Scootaloo giggled, bouncing up and down in her seat a bit as she continued to indulge herself. The cake was so sweet and delicious. She loved it, she loved eating it with her hands, she loved Twilight, and she loved being the baby.

“Hehe…” Twilight giggled a bit more, looking at the mess that was Scootaloo. There was cake crumbs all down her dress, as well as sprinkles. She took the mess that remained of the cake away from the child’s table and set it on the counter next to her. “I think we outta give you another bath now.” Twilight admitted, “It’s getting near beddie bye time.”

Author's Note

If any of you were wondering why I'm taking so long with each of these chapters, it's because I'm trying to relax myself and enjoy writing the stories. This story is my pet project of mine. I'm writing it to not only give people a cutesy story about a two fictional characters, but also to give an accurate representation of behavior and care based on age.

I want people to know understand that there's a lot of growing up to be done in a young child's life and that the line between babyhood and childhood isn't a broad line. Growing up is an experience that is best done with the intent on making the child more independent so they can create and explore and feel complex emotions.

Without spoiling anything too big, Twilight uses the aging process to her advantage to prove something. But, I'll explain that more when the opportunity comes around.

The only other thing I have to say is to mind my spelling and such. I don't have as much time to glare over my writing as I used to. Speaking of older works though, I've written a new chapter to 'Magical Mystery Nursery that's a bit 'brutal' to say the least. I plan on posting that as soon as I have it edited.

Anyhow, enjoy the read! ~England <3

Not a Second Time

Author's Note

So I apologize for the wait time on this chapter. August was a stressful month, between me seeing my girlfriend off to college and getting back into the grove of working on my studies.

I wouldn't exactly call this my best chapter, just because I started writing the first third of this story in early August and didn't finish it until a day or two ago! That being said, I'm still not entirely sure whether or not a 'pullup' is a colloquial expression or not. I suppose 'training pants' implies the same thing as a 'pullup' diaper does, but I'm almost curtain that there are training pants that snap around the waist too; so you couldn't classify all training pants as pullups. It's been a weird debate I've thinking about for a while now. -3-

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the chapter and judge it lightly. I'm working on a forth chapter at the moment and it's my intention on doing it a bit more coherently than this piece.

Have a good one! ~England

Not a Second Time

Scootaloo on the bathroom rug in nothing but her pullup and pink ankle socks, waiting for Twilight to take finish ‘bathing her’. She scrunched her face, whining as Twilight wiped the last piece of cake from her cheek.

“Annd- done!” Twilight cheered, setting the wet rag back on the bathroom counter. She stood up and grabbed the purple dress from off the granite slab, “You certainly did a number on your dress. Thankfully yours truly, knows just how to remove most stains. For now though, I think it’s time I get you ready for bed.”

Agreeing with her caretaker, Scootaloo followed closely behind Twilight as she was walked into the nursery. She honestly felt a little bit exhausted, but not in the least bit tired of role playing. To put it nicely, she felt comfortable for the first time in a while.

Twilight smiled, letting the child step into the nursery before shutting the door behind them. “Well dear, I have the best little ensemble in mind for you. Do me a favor and get that pullup off real quick.” She said, pulling a few things from out of the wardrobe.

Shyly, Scootaloo stripped herself of the pullup and socks then covered herself up with her hands. She watched as her caretaker brought out a couple of things that caught her attention. Knowing what she was supposed to do, she stepped into the pair of pink training panties and let them be pulled over her backside.

“Hehe, someones a smart baby!” Twilight cooed, holding out a pair of footie pajamas. She guided Scootaloo into them, getting the child to put them on one foot at a time. Once her kid got the outfit on proper, she zipped the zipper in the front and snapped the safety strap over the footie pajama’s tiny collar.

Scootaloo looked down at the out, noticing the little kitty faces on her feet. As she trailed up her outfit, she noticed that the zipper started halfway down the leg and went all the way up to her neck. She walked over to the mirror and look at the outfit. It wasn’t fitting like the Wonder Bolt footie pajamas she wore when she was really four, this one was much more loose around the backside and had little cats and hearts scattered throughout the design.

“Like them? They’re not like the footie pajamas you’d be used to. These ones are based on blankets, so they’re a bit baggier. They certainly look cute on you though, sweetie.” Twilight complimented as she closed the wardrobe’s doors.

“Ooh!” the child responded, clinging close to her caretaker’s leg. She was lifted into the air, where she hugged onto Twilight’s hip. Looking up, she posed the question “W-where am I sleeping tonight?” She looked at the newly furnished cot; it looked comfy.

Thinking about it for a second, Twilight shrugged her shoulders. “Hmm, you could sleep in your crib. So I guess you could settle down there. First however-“ Twilight walked over to the cabinet and opened it, pulling out another pacifier and strap. “Better take this with you, it’ll keep you sleeping nice and easy.” She cooed.

“Hehe.” Scootaloo giggled, strapping the object to the chest of her footie pajamas. She looked up to Twilight with her big magenta eyes and smiled.

Looking down at Scootaloo, Twilight couldn’t help but smile in kind. Scootaloo looked so cute in her little outfit, not to mention happy. “You know what sweetie, how about you sleep with me tonight.” She said, picking the child up into her arms. “I’ll make sure you’re super comfy.”

***

In Twilight’s room, all the lights were dimmed but the faint glare of the television that sat in front of the bed. Underneath a heavy mound of blankets was Scootaloo, who was cuddling right against Twilight as they stared at the television. Despite a ceiling fan whirling over their head, the T.V’s quiet dialogue could still be heard.

Scootaloo nuzzled Twilight and softly spoke, “I know I told you I was having doubts when you asked me to do this, but thanks.”

“Thanks for what?” Twilight asked, looking over at the kid.

Closing her eyes, Scootaloo relaxed herself a bit, “I dunno. Thanks for guiding me through all this; I like playing as a baby.” She whispered happily, as her eyes fell heavy with a steady tiredness.

A smile forced its way unto Scootaloo’s face as she held the girl tight against her chest. “Awe… you really are just a big baby aren’t you. It’s alright though…” Twilight kissed the girl on the forehead before slipping the pink pacifier into Scootaloo’s mouth, “I understand you’re just tired.” She smiled.

The night lasted a little while longer for Twilight however. It wasn’t usual for her to hold someone in her arms while she slept and Scootaloo ousted herself much sooner than she was expected. It didn’t help that her night gown was a little too heavy for the summer, it sounded more appropriate for the situation though. Besides, it was cool enough in her bedroom to justify wearing it.

She stretched her arms out and brought the sleeping child closing to her. Placing on hand on the kid’s padded tushie and the other one on the back, she guaranteed Scootaloo would wake up feeling secure. Closing her own eyes, Twilight took a deep breath and counted down from ten. 10…9…8…7…6…5…

***

Blinking a few times, Twilight’s eyes adjusted to the lighting of the room. She was still in the same turquoise colored room as the night before. The fan was still going and looking down at Scootaloo, she was still off in her own little dream land.

“Welcome to toddlerhood, baby. We’re gonna be doing lots of fun stuff today.” She smiles, cradling the child as she slipped her way out of the bed. Ignoring her slightly messy bedding, she walked her way towards the nursery.

Upon arriving, she leaned her head towards the girl and whispered, “Wake up Scootaloo, it’s time to start the day.”

Scootaloo woke up and slowly opened her eyes. Suddenly they opened wide; she wasn’t expecting to wake up a few feet in the air. She went cross eyed looking down at the pacifier she was suckling, then spat it out. A big smile on her face, she looked up at her would-be mommy. “Hehe, is it really morning already?” She asked.

“It sure is sweetie and I need your help. You see, as part of this experiment, we’re going to need to you to take a few things. Now I already got RD’s approval, but now I’m gonna need you to do your part as well.” Twilight admitted, setting the child unto the changing table.

“I’m up for anything.” Scootaloo cheered, more than confident in herself. She laid back, letting Twilight undo her footie pajamas.
Awkwardly, she was helped out of the one piece outfit and left in nothing but her pink training panties.

“Alright- just lay still on your tummy.” Twilight said, rolling the girl onto her stomach. She detached the pacifier from the footie pajama’s binkie strap and gave it to the child to suckle on. Reaching underneath the changing table’s mattress and into the various shelves open to her, she pulled out a small clear plastic case with several syringes inside. Pulling one out, she set it aside and tugged the training panties down a little bit.

Scootaloo looked over her shoulder to the realization that she was about to get a shot. Watching as her caretaker used an alcoholic wipe to sanitize the spot of the ejection. “Ooh, what’s the shot for? Is it for allergies or something?” She asked, before slipping the pacifier back into her mouth.

“Not exactly.” Twilight said, picking the syringe back up. “In order to ‘enforce’ your regression more calmly, the bureau that’s been helping to fund this little experiment wanted to make you a little bit more dependent. You know? Like a real child. Hold still, you’ll feel a small pinch in one… two… three.” Twilight said, pushing then pulling the needle from child’s backside prematurely.

“Ow.” Scootaloo chirped, tearing up a little bit from the pain in her backside. “That hurt.” She said, pouting a bit.

“I know Scootaloo…” Twilight frowned, disposing of the needle in the diaper genie. “As I was saying, the bureau that was funding this program wanted me to make you a little bit more dependent. So, they gave me these syringes full of a non-topical, watered down version of Lidocaine for your pelvic region.” She said, tugging the nappy back over the child’s tushie.

“What’s lid-e-zeen?” Scootaloo questioned as she turned over onto her own backside.

Smirking, Twilight giggled a little. She shouldn’t have expected Scootaloo to actually know what the drug was. She reached down and started to tug off Scootaloo’s panties, “Lidocaine is a drug that’s ussually used for surgery. However, in your case the drug is being used to numb the better half of your lower body; To be specific, your butt region, your thighs, and behind your legs. Don’t worry though. You’re on a toddler’s expectations now, so there’ll be no need to worry about walking.”

Scootaloo blushed. Not out of embarrassment but out of anxiety. “Oh my, couldn’t you have told me ahead of time?” She asked, feeling as her body heated up a little bit. She felt like she wanted to relax, but at the same time the thought of the drug’s effects were all she could think about.

“Listen baby. It’s alright to be a little bit antsy at first, but you’ll get used to the effects in an hour or so..” Twilight smiled, picking up a bottle of baby powder and adding a coat just in case. She picked up the baby oil and poured some of it onto Scootaloo’s backside as well.

Her heart rising, Scootaloo took a deep breath and let Twilight continue on with the diaper change. She trusted Twilight enough to let her do what she was doing. “L-listen. I’m feeling a bit hot, c-could we pick a light outfit today?” She asked, shyly.

“Awe, sure thing my little cutie pie…” Twilight sang, lifting the child’s legs. She pushed a poufy cloth like diaper underneath the child’s backside and snapped each of its button snaps, snug around the child’s waist. “Hehe, now don’t move. I want you to calm down a bit before we move at all. Besides, I needa get you a nice little outfit for today.” She said, smiling as she trailed off.

Taking a last couple of deep breaths, Scootaloo finally stopped panicking. She still felt warm, but in an excited way. She was actually excited to have some of the guilt of acting like a baby taken off of her. She wasn’t exactly sure how handicapping the drug was going to be. Lifting her backside in the air a little bit, she realized that they felt a lot heavier than they did a few minutes ago. It actually felt pretty neat.

Pacing her way back, Twilight revealed her outfit. “Tah-dah! It’s a t-shirt and a nappy cover. “ She said, holding up an orange t-shirt, along with a set of white ruffled plastic pants, with an orange trim. “Sorry it’s not fancier, but I thought it might do you some good if there wasn’t much covering your legs. You know, until you get used to it.” She admitted.

“Oh… neat.” Scootaloo chimed in, not sure whether to be excited or not. The outfit didn’t look ‘childish’ enough for some reason. She could have always worn t-shirts. Then again, babies wear t-shirts too. She lifted her hands to Twilight and let herself get pulled up. The shirt was pulled over her head then her arms were through the proper holes.

“Awe…” The mother figure smiled, happy at her selection of shirt. The front of it had a cute white floral stitching on the front. Leaning in to pick up the child, she wrapped her forearms around the child’s underarms and advised her, “When I set you on the ground, you be sure to lean on my legs. It’s not going to be easy for you to stand for a while.”

Just then, the child was lifted in the air. She could feel her legs dragging her down, but she could move them very well. As her bare feet made contact with the ground, her knees fell weak. They collapsed so fast that she had no choice but to fall on the ground, unto her knees. Looking up at Twilight, she nervously smiled and whined, “Twily, I felled.”

“Awe, Scootaloo. You’re too cute. Just, sit back on your butt and I’ll get the rest we need done. I don’t want to spend too much time in here.” She admitted, pulling out the ruffled white diaper cover. She waited for Scootaloo fall backwards onto her butt and then slipped the cover over her cloth nappy. “I gotta make sure we cover your feetsies too.” Twilight cooed, going back to the wardrobe and pulling out a pair of shoes and socks.

Scootaloo’s eyes went wide, she wasn’t expecting an outing today. A bit afraid of the circumstance she asked, “W-where are we going today? I-I thought we already played in the backyard enough.” She thought to herself. Watching as Twilight made her way back to her position, she fell unto her back, forcing her feet into the air.

“We are going to grab breakfast.” Twilight mentioned, trying not to bring too much attention to her comment. It was obviously not the most welcoming scenario for Scootaloo to be in at the moment. She crouched down and slipped the socks over the child’s feet. “See, in order for you to get the full ‘baby’ experience. The bureau wanted me to engage you in some social activity outside of the house you live in. Don’t worry though, I”ll try and get it down for you as quickly as possible.” She affirmed, while she stuck the children’s feet in their individual Velcro shoe.

Blushing a deep red, Scootaloo got nervous. She wasn’t expecting the possibility of actually leaving the house. “W-where are we going to eat breakfast?” She asked, unsure of what she could handle.

“Well. How about we eat at the Sugar Cube Corner Bakery? I can at least alert Pinkie Pie not to make a commotion when she sees you. Plus if we leave here early enough, we’ll be less likely to run into people we know.” She reassured the child, trying to tone down her nervousness.

“O-Okay. I think I can handle myself. I-is there any way I can help hide my identity?” She questioned.

“Well… I have an idea.” Twilight responded, walking back over to the wardrobe for a third time. She picked up the pacifier from the changing table and got out a sun hat. She tied the hat around Scootaloo’s head then pushed the pacifier between the girl’s lips. “Perfect!” She cheered, pumping her arms up into the air. “Now let me call Pinkie Pie and let me get some clothes on, and we can be on own way.” She said, picking the girl up in the air.

***

“Alrighty.” Twilight reassured herself, going down a mental checklist of things that she needed as she made her way down stairs. She walked over to the front door and Scootaloo down on the seating bench. She walked over to the closet, and pulled out one of the contraptions the research team issued her. “Alright Scootaloo, meet your set of wheels for a while. It’s a heavy capacity, very comfy, very safe, pink interior stroller. The team really spared no expense on this experiment.” She said, quite proudly.

Scootaloo looked in awe at the stroller. It was black, it was most certainly heavy, and above all else it had an awning on it. Perhaps her breakfast could have some discrepancy after all. Smiling, she clapped her hands together. “Ooh, that actually really does look comfy.” She admitted.

“I know…” Twilight agreed, Picking up the child. She lifted her over the fixed safety tray and into the plush interior that lined the inside of the device. “Now the other thing I’m going to need you to do-“ She paused her sentence, giving her time to in the child over the waist and chest. Finished, she continued on, “Is talk like a real two year old. That meaning, very ‘dumb’ word choice and only about four to five words per sentence. Also if you don’t wanna draw attention to yourself, it’d be best if you used the best ‘toddler voice' you could muster.

Scootaloo blushed, but agreed. She leaned back in her seat, watching as her environment changed around her. It was a bit bizarre, but with the straps holding her back, she really couldn’t do much to interact with outside things. She lifted the pacifier, which now on a clip, into her mouth and started to suckle it. Come to think of it, she kinda had to pee. Too late now though.

Twilight paused in front of her house. She turned around and locked the door behind her. She got the diaper bag off her shoulder and lowered it into the stroller’s lower tray.

***

The trip was mostly silent, despite it lasting so long, but Twilight did occasionally but in to make a comment about their surroundings. “Awe, did Scootawoo see da wabbit? Is baby enjoying her wittle stroll? Is somebody a quiet wittle baby?” were among the various cringe inducing things the make believe mother asked her baby on the way to the restaurant.

“Twily, stop.” Scootaloo whined, trying her best not to attract attention to herself. Thankfully, she hadn’t gotten much attention from the crowds of people her and Twilight passed by. They had actually made it all the way to the restaurant without a single interruption.

“Hehe, sorry Scoots. I was just trying to get you to loosen up a bit. Now do you have any preference in your breakfast?” She asked, pulling the door to the restaurant open.

Scootaloo smiled a bit. She was actually hungry, despite the growing need for her to use the potty. Sugar Cube Corner had a lot of different options available for her to get, but she thought she outta keep it simple. “Uh-chocolate and w-white milky?” she responded.

“Awe, of course baby. Thankfully, I was sure to pack your sippy cup.” She cooed, as she continued to push the cart towards the front counter. To her surprise, the person up front was Mrs.Cake, not Pinkie Pie.

“Why hello deary.” Mrs.Cake chirped, happy as ever to see Twilight. She waved her hand across the rows of donuts and cupcakes in the brightly lit, wooden display case. “Ooh, I you brought a stroller with ya? Who’s the fortunate little cutie?” She questioned, looking down at the child.

Scootaloo, who was in plain view of Mrs.Cake just blushed and waved as she continued to suckle on her pacifier.

“Oh my, why is Scootaloo in a stroller?” She asked, directing the question to Twilight as she looked up. She raised an eyebrow, but kept a curious grin.

Twilight blushed a little herself. “Oh, Scootaloo is just helping me with a tiny experiment. I was meaning to bring that up with you at some point actually.” She admitted.

“Whatever for?” The baker asked back, intrigued.

“Well… Scootaloo is helping me define study the reactions of regression with a child. As part of the experiment, Scootaloo has to interact with other children as well. Without going too into it at the moment, Pound and Pumpkin would be the perfect age for the playdate she’s going to need to have. Plus she’d probably feel a little less self-conscience, seeing as they’re around her ‘make believe’ age.” Twilight replied.

“Hmm. I think that’d be alright. However, I’m only really free to babysit tomorrow. I’ll actually be going on vacation soon; which is why Pinkie Pie isn’t here today. Anyhow, what can I do for you business wise?” She asked, politely.

“I’ll just take a chocolate donut and milk for the baby and a coffee and chocolate muffin for me. Also I’ll give you this…” Twilight smiled, pulling out the wallet from her jeans. She handed Mrs.Cake about forty pounds over what she owed. “I’ll give you a little something extra for the short notice on that babysitting thing. I probably should’ve brought it up a day or two ago.” She sheepilshy spouted.

“Nah, it’s fine dearie. You know I love children. But thanks for the money; I’m sure you know diapers are a costly expense. Aye Scoots?” Mrs.Cake teased, chuckling a bit as she looked down at shy girl suckling at her pacifier.

Scootaloo giggled nervously, but kept mostly quite. She wanted to play along, more like a baby would, but she couldn’t muster up the courage to act that way in public. ‘Maybe she was just a different kind of baby’ she thought to herself.

Twilight smiled, waving at Mrs.Cake. “I’ll see you tomorrow around eight I guess. I’ll be sure to prep everything in her diaper bag. Don’t worry, she’ll be a little angel for you!” Twilight smiled, taking her food and walking towards the red wooden booths that lined the windows of the stores. She sat down, setting the muffin out on the table, along with the cup of coffee she had just gotten. “Now, the question is. Does my baby wanna eat at the table or in her stroller?” She asked, curiously.

“Hehe… the stroller is fine.” Scootaloo meekly replied, crossing her legs as much as the leg holes under the tray would allow her to. Reaching for the donut, Scootaloo got it and took a bite out of it. She smiled, weakly kicking her legs as she looked up at her caretaker. “Thanks for the treat.” She added.

“Awe, who’s a polite baby?” She questioned.

“Me?” Scootaloo replied, blushing a little.

“That’s right, you’re the polite baby!” Twilight cheered, giggling a bit as a few of the surrounding guests looked towards them. She kept on smiling as she reached back and undid the awning. “Come on sweetie, you have a pretty face…” She complimented. Reaching for the bag that hung off the side of the strollers handle and dug into it, “Now come how about I grab your sippy cup, so you can drink your milk? Does that sound nice sweetie?”

“A little.” Scootaloo smiled, warming up a bit to the situation.

Vessel

Author's Note

Alright, so the obvious question for you all is probably, "Where has Oliver been going?"

Well to answer it simply, I've been working hard at my job, I've been focusing a lot more on my visual art, and I've been pretty distracted by my Government and Social Studies classes.

Which brings me to another good point. Unlike I used to, my school work is becoming a bigger part of my life than it ever was before. Add that with 20-30 hour work weeks and sometimes you're too exhausted to sit down and write when you get home.

However, I've been listening to a lot more Romantic music lately, a lot more angsty music like Twenty-One Pilots and Green Day. And while I can't say either the band's music has inspired something directly correlated with this writing, they most certainly have alleviated some of focus on success and politics, and I can say it's been a lot easier to calm myself down and write now.

That being said, I've also taken time to rewrite this chapter of the story, so that Scootaloo is written to be in a more comfortable situation. While I can't say I'm entirely happy with my re-write, due to some of the more enticing scenes being dulled down for pacing sake. I can say that being that this is a definite 'filler' chapter anyhow, and the next one will be a lot more full for me to write and for you to read.

Have a good one! ~England

Vessel

With both of her hands on the handles of cup, Scootaloo suckled out the last bit of the creamy milk from her sippy cup. She looked around, observing the people around her talking in their own conversation. She supposed she did look fairly young. Smiling, she set the cup on her tray. “All done.” She chirped.

“Awe, my baby.” Twilight cooed, staring at the child with awe. She really did make a fantastic baby. Maybe it was just the outfits her and the research team bought Scootaloo, but between the child’s perky smile and the little get ups, she was really starting to look younger as well. Confident in her intution, Twilight grabbed the sippy cup and put it in her bag. “I take it, you wanna go home about now don’t you?” She questioned.

“Yeah, I’m fine with that.” The girl admitted, sinking back into the strollers plush pink padding. In all honesty, she actually was feeling very relaxed inside the building. The absence of Pinkie Pie and the mild-cool breeze helped a lot too. She hated to talk about it, but the sun did feel kinda overbearing on her skin.

“As you wish princess.” The women smiled, throwing the vinyl diaper bag over her shoulder. She leaned over and pushed on the front of the child’s diaper little, “Do you need any changes before we go?” She questioned.

“Nah, I don’t think so.” The girl blurted out, nervously scanning the room for people who might have seen them. She forgot about her expected speech pattern. Looking up, she blushed a little. “Hehe, needa pee soon.” She added, her face reddening a little.

Twilight smiled a little bit, setting out on her way. She turned her head to look for Mrs.Cake, but she didn’t see her. It was a bit strange, but Mrs.Cake left her counter unmanned. Ignoring that detail, she headed out the door with the stroller infront of her.

Scootaloo looked down on her lap as her and her caretaker started their round. It was actually blindingly bright outside, not to mention the intensity of the heat and the lack of humidity in the air felt like it was cooking her alive. Frowning a bit, she looked up at Twilight. Shading her eyes with her forearm, she gave the women a puppy dog expression. “It too hot, I wan shade.” She complained.

“D’awh…” The women sounded, pulling down the awning. Scoots was right, it was getting really hot. She walked a little faster, trying to cut down on the time she needed to lug everything around.

As she paced down the street, she looked down at the stroller and cooed, “If my baby needs a drink, we can get one. I don’t want you getting all thirsty after all.”

“Nah. I think I’m fine.” The child replied, feeling a slight heat around her thighs. She looked up confused for a second before realizing what it was. “Oh, that’s that makes sense.” She announced, “I think I might needa change.” She giggled, blushing as she use both hands to cover the front of her diaper.

***

Naked on the changing table, Scootaloo flinched a little as Twilight grabbed her ankles. She watched as her caretaker lifted her legs into the air. She could hardly register it by touch, but did observe as her backside was wiped clean with a wet cloth.

Lowering the girl’s legs, she spoke softly, “I’m not sure what you want to do today. On the one hand you’ve been doing a lot of stuff outside. On the other hand, I’m most likely going to have to have Mrs.Cake babysit you here tomorrow; since it’s easier to fit three babies in a big crib, than two babies and a big baby into two cribs.”

Scootaloo raised her finger up to her mouth then squeaked, “Ooh, inside! I wanna play inside today! There’s so much I haven’t even touched!”

“Awe, well that works.” Twilight agreed, pulling out the pink plastic bag of disposable training pants. She took one of the pullups out and worked it up the child’s legs and around her waist. Grabbing the child from under the arms, she brought her into a cradle. “So, what kinda game do you wanna play lovey pie?” She ask, turning to show

Looking around the room in all of its sleek wooden modernity, the thing that really caught her eye was a big plastic contraption. It was for the most part made of white plastic, but it’s seat cover, toys, and decorations were all vibrantly coloured. Curiously, she gave her caretaker a goofy smile and cheered, “Ooh, that thingy! What’s that thingy?”

“That thingy is called a baby walker.” Twilight answered, then walked up to the device.

Scootaloo gave Twilight a puzzed look as her legs were laced through the holes of the contraption’s seat. A bit of weird sensation took her by surprise. The fact that she could hardly feel her feet on the carpet but could still bounce up and down felt off-putting and it gave her abdomen a strange sense of pressure. She wanted to feel like she was holding herself up, but every time she squatted, she bounced back up in the air.

Twilight took a step backwards and watched at the child recklessly bounced herself up and down. Smiling, the women cooed, “Awe, who’s a big baby? Look, you’re standing up all by yourself!”

Looking up, a big grin came across Scootaloo’s face. She bounced up and down a little bit, giggling as she did so. Not even the toys that surrounded the higher half of her body could distract her. She was enjoying making Twilight happy.

“Good girl.” Twilight encouraged, beaming with pride. She leaned over and patted the child on the head. “Now, I’m going to turn on the television and let you have a little bit of private time to yourself before I get you ready for a nap. Alright?”

“Sure. Me bouncy!” Scootaloo cheered, giggling more as she enjoyed the senstation of being weightless. Twilight grabbed the remote and turned on the television; she hadn’t been paying much attention to anything but her activity honestly. That being said, the activation of the baby monitor and the exit of her caretaker made little difference to her. She was enjoying herself.

With each bounce up and down, she got more and more absorbed in her surroundings. She found her eyes and hands focusing on a targeting toy. Grabing one strand of beads, she pushed them over a zig-zag arch formation and to a wooden foundation on the other side.

Satisfied, she started working her hands bringing another strand of beads, from one end of a metal beam to another end. She kept at this for a while, then switched to a rattle like plastic pony doll figure that hobbled back and forth, then a hollowed out tube of colorful plastic balls that rotated. Before she knew it an hour had passed and the clock struck eleven.

“Scootaloo!” Twilight called from the opposite side of the house. Opening the nursery room’s door, she step inside and turned to find Scootaloo still bouncing happily. “Woah, you still haven’t gotten bored of that yet? Fascinating” She commented, astonished.

Grinning, the child turned her head to Twilight as she bounced for the forth hundred time that day, “Hehe. I kinda have no choice.” She admitted, lifting her arms towards the ceiling.

Twilight picked Scootaloo up and put her into a cradle. “Awe, you’re probably a little bit tired by now, aren’t you?”

“Nope.” Scootaloo said, bluntly.

“Oh, well I’m sure a nap wouldn’t hurt you anyway. Do you want me to get some pajamas or something though? Maybe a t-shirt? I figured it was going to be hotter than it turned out to be, so I didn’t bother.” She ask, walking over to the Scootaloo’s wardrobe.

“Yes!” Scootaloo said quite eagerly. She was brought over to her crib and sat backside first unto her mattress. Watching through the bars, she patiently waited for Twilight to bring over her shirt.

Twilight walked over with what looked to be a mostly plain white t-shirt. She set her hands on the top railing and pushed down, giving her access to the inside of the crib. Crouching, she helped her would be toddler’s arms through sleeves.

To her surprise, Scootaloo noticed that the there was a long bit of textile that laid on the mattress behind her, like a cape; except it was attached to her t-shirt. “What’s that?” Scootaloo asked, looking behind herself before turning back to Twilight with a confused look on her face.

“It’s the button section sweetie.” Twilight replied, grabbing the fabric and pulling it between the child’s legs. She buttoned it, and as she figured, it was a snug fit.

“Hmm, what’s this?” Scootaloo asked, pointing at her chest. There was a design on her area infront of her right breast, but she couldn’t see it from her perspective.

“That right there is a pink duckie design. The team at the college had to come up with a logo and they thought it was cute. Plus, you really look good with pink. Since your eyes are all pretty and purple like they are, you know?” Twilight complimented as she raised the bars of the crib. Searching into her pocket, she was quick to find a binky, then handed it to the kid.

Scootaloo crawled over to the non-covered side of the mattress and laid down. She looked up at Twilight and smirked, “This is dumb, I’m not even tired.”

“I know.” Twilight half-heartingly agreed. She grabbed the poofy comforter and pulled it over the child’s body. “But, rules are rules. I have to keep you on a mild schedual. Even if it is dumb. But look, atleast you relax for a little bit.” She said, taking out the pacifier and pushing it into the child’s mouth.

Blushing a bit, Scootaloo stared passively as the mobile above her started quietly spinning. She glimpse at Twilight, only catching a faint smile on her caretaker’s face, before fixating her eyes back on the rotating elephants, tigers, and what not that hung from the mobile.

In the girl’s eyes, she found herself a lot smaller than before for some reason. She clung to a nearby yellow duck plushie and hugged it for comfort. Something about the bars around her, the mobile above her, and the lights of the room growing dimmer as Twilight circled around the room made her feel more on edge. But strangley enough, this also helped her get more comfortable under her blanket.

*Suckle Suckle*

She looked down at her duckie, before looking towards the room’s only door. Quietly, Twilight made her way out; being sure to close the door behind her as subtly as possible. She smiled a bit on the outside, but on the inside she was more soothed than anything. She nuzzled her pillow before slowly closing her eyes, and pressing her forehead against her duck plushie.

*Suckle Suckle*

She fell asleep.

***

“Hmm-wha?” Scootaloo questioned, looking up at her mobile. Not had much changed, the lighting in the room was relatively the same and she was still in the same position she was in when she fell asleep. Taking the pacifier from out of her own mouth, she called out “Twily!” She waited a little while, but after a minute or two the sound of footsteps became louder and louder until eventually the door opened.

“Goodevening my little sunflower, how’d you sleep?” She asked, walking up to the Scootaloo. Being sure not to rattle her too much, she picked the child up and gently pressed her head against her breast.

“Mmm.” Scootaloo whined, rubbing her eyes with her balled fist, then yawned. Barely awake, she muttered, “I slept really well.”

“Sounds like it.” Twilight smiled, lovingly rubbing her hand up and down the child’s back. She walked to the livingroom and relaxed on her futon.

“Awe, somebody is just a little tired girl. Why do not close your eyes and let your momma feed you lunch.” Scootaloo heard, still only half conscience. Holding back the urge to yawn, the young girl shook her head. She didn’t feel like eating, at least not yet; however, she was thirsty.

“Hmm, well how about just a cold bottle of formula alright? I promise it’ll taste good, even if you’re only a tinsy bit hungry.” She chimed as she reached forward to grab the bottle she had set on her coffee table. With a calm hand, she eased the bottle and it’s nipple into Scootaloo’s mouth and propped it up at just the right angle so it would flow.

Reluctantly, the child accepted the bottle, faining only slight interest in drinking from it. She didn’t mind drinking from a bottle, but her tummy felt really ‘heavy’ ever since she woke up. Not to mention, she really was still pretty full from her breakfast earlier in the day.

With a still ambience in the air, Twilight continued to coddle the child in her arms, never once letting the bottle stray away from the child’s lips. She watched as Scootaloo lazily suckled down the bottle, counting the fluid down from 400ml to just 100ml.

A sudden cringe inducing pain jolted through Scootaloo’s stomach and she suddenly felt the need to ‘relieve’ herself. Under most circumstances, she would have a second to think about getting up and using the bathroom. But the numbed effect from her medicine cut all her potty-training out of the equation. There was a mild pain, a subtle relief, then a complete absence of feeling again.

It took her a second, but she realized that there was a slight tug around her tummy, where the waistband was being tugged down by the weight of the dirty nappy.

“Oh my. Some little girl made poopy pants for the first time; very interesting.” Twilight smiled, excited at the prospect. “Awe, my baby girl is really growing backwards.” She teased, bouncing the girl up and down slightly on her knee.

Scootaloo blushed heavily and clung to Twilight’s chest. There was a part deep inside her that wanted to cry out and complain, but she weirdly enjoyed Twilight’s patronizing comments. Even the bad smell didn’t bother her; if anything, Twilight’s lack of reaction made her feel even more secure. “Mmm.... this should be grosser.” The groggy child whined, perplexed at her own apathy. “How come this isn’t upsetting me? It’s so- ‘weird’.”

Twilight continued hugging the child as she walked about the house. “Well, little girls don’t mind using their nappies. You’ve probably adjusted a bit over the past couple days, whether you’ve noticed it or not. I mean, you did wet yourself too as I recall. Just cause it’s unique, doesn’t mean it should upset you.”

“B-but, I haven’t messed myself since I was four. This is so weird.” Scootaloo talked, benign to the fact that Twilight was walking her back to the nursery. Entering inside the room, she stared up at Twilight as she was set down and laid back on the Changing Table’s plush white vinyl top.

What followed was a series of awkward cringes, as the child dealt with the smell of her shame. Twilight didn’t help stop the embarrassment either, harboring teases like, “Awe, somebaby had quite the accident” and “It’s a wonder your pullups even held, someone really had to go.”

With the last few wipes of the girl’s bottom, Twilight wrapped the pullup along with the wipes inside and tossed the ball into the diaper genie.

The young girl’s face was a true red again and she could feel it. Quietly, she watched helplessly as Twilight pulled out a mostly turquoise package. She could tell what they were, but she didn’t bother protesting. The experiment must have called for them and quite honestly, she knew she probably needed them; they were real diapers.

Tearing into the package’s plastic coat, Twilight pulled out a white nappy. She turned to face the child, lifted her legs in the air, then pushed the poofy diaper underneath her bare bottom. With precision, Twilight wrapped the pants around her waist, taping them snug into place. “And it’s a perfect fit!” Twilight cheered, patting the nappie’s front.

“Mmm…” the girl sounded, feeling a bit speechless at the sight of the white diaper between her legs. The pullups looked a bit like real panites, the pampers didn’t. The white nappy hugged her inner thighs, it protruded out like a ballon when she sat down, and it hugged her part of the way up her waist. No, she wasn’t just a big-girl acting like a toddler. She was a toddler again.

The warm thought of cuddles and Twilight’s loving smile came to mind and she knew what the nappy wanted her to do. Her chest warmed and she looked up at her caretaker, giving her a big goofy grin as she muttered utter nonsense. “Gbbrl-ga-gahh…” She sounded, giggling slightly afterwards. Some drool came out of her mouth, and she did nothing to stop it. She was excited to play baby again.

“Well aren’t you being a little cutie pie?” Twilight smiled, helping the child onto the ground. “Listen, how about we spend some time just playing together in the nursery. I can read you books, you can listen to music, watch T.V, and you can do it all with me? Doesn’t that sound fun?” Twilight ask, as if she didn’t already know the answer.

With her knees still weak, Scootaloo happily crawled over to Twilight’s leg and hugged her. Her onesie was undone, but her passion sure wasn’t. ‘She was ready to have some fun with her mommy’, she thought to herself.

High Fidelity

“Hmm… I understand.”

“…”

“Well yes, but I.”

“…”

“With all due respect Professor, we’ve put a lot of money into-”

“…”

“No. I’m afraid I’m not registered for adoption by the state. This wasn’t supposed to be an adoption!”

“…”

“Well- I didn’t know Rainbow Dash wasn’t her actual legal guardian. Listen- I-I’ll take care of things alright? Just give me a little time to get things adjusted. Alright?”

“…”

“Thank you sir.”

“…”

“Right- understood.”

With that said, Twilight hit the red ‘end’ button on her phone and set it face down on her dresser with a ‘thud’. With the weight of Scootaloo’s world resting squarely on her shoulders, Twilight let her head fall backwards onto her pillow. Grabbing her comforter, she pulled it over her head and clutched it into her fist.

“Seven weeks in planning wasted, grant money wasted, days of instruction wasted.” She muttered, underneath her sheets. Annoyed, She threw them forward, exposing her plain blue t-shirt and plain grayish frilly panties. She turned to the side of the bed and stood on her matching gray socks.

Slowly walking, she made her way down the hard word hallway. She tried her best not to rattle the floor to much as she passed down it, but there was only so much weight she could keep from coming down. Opening the child’s white, sticker plastered door, she stopped and looked.

“Poor Scootaloo…” Twilight whispered to herself, as she entered the vaguely lighted room. The room was a mess last night, littered with toys and crayons from a days’ worth of play. But she’d cleaned it up since then. All she had to show for it was a young six year old toddler, lazily swooning back and forh between the bars of her crib.

She looked down, noticing the glimmer of innocence on her cheek. They were rosy and puffed out, to accommodate for her pacifier. Meanwhile the girl laid square on her side, kicking her right leg slightly underneath the confetti coloured comforter that surrounded her. There was no doubt, the numbing agent was starting to fade out of her system and it was only a matter of time before it was gone completely.

“Ooh Scootaloo; always running, never looking back, but not having to look forward. You’re nowhere child, I hope you realize that.” Twilight said, reaching into the crib and plucking the child gently but briefly out of her resting spot.

In her arms, Scootaloo’s still unconscious body rested relaxed and lovingly pressed up against her caretaker’s soft cotton top. Twilight moved her hands around, adjusting them to find a comfortable resting spot around and underneath the child’s relatively warm physique.

Making her way into the backyard, Twilight opened the entrance to the world. She kept the door open as she sat down on her white swinging loveseat. She leaned back and forth with her legs, never letting go of the child as she moved.

Closing her eyes, she stopped for just a second, when she heard Scootaloo’s first words of the morning. “Mmm… potty.” Scootaloo whined, her legs separated by Twilight’s stomach and her ability to move hindered by a loving set of arms.

“Shh… You’re a baby. Remember?” Twilight reassured the girl, rubbing her hand lovingly up and the girl’s bare back. She watched the sunrise beyond the surrounding forest as she herself relaxed. All of a sudden, a warm feeling started in the center of her palm and grew outwards; softening the diaper she was holding.

Content, Scootaloo breathed slightly and adjusted her backside to compensate for the odd feeling of the wet nappy. Her mouth fell lightly on Twilight’s shoulder, she smelled her girly perfume; it smelt nice. Content, she continued to doze on.

“Awe. Sweet like her eyes, can’t you see? Boundless and bright like our dear country. Read me a story of how love never dies, sing me a story a soft lullaby. Soft in my arms and quite at night, baby can’t you see you’re the gem of my life.” Twilight sang, softly into the girl’s ear. She wasn’t the best singer, but the sentiment is what really mattered.

Scootaloo remained, silently clinging to her caretaker. Unaware of what was going on, or what was being told to her. She was too transposed into the early stages of REM to do that. She started to drool a little bit onto Twilight’s blouse.

“Hmm… we better get you up and active shouldn’t we? Maybe a meal will help wake you up.” Twilight said, standing up from her swing.

***

“Mmm…” Scootaloo moaned as she woke up. She was in a completely differen’t environment now; to be specific, she was in the kitchen. She was sunk into the plush padding of her highchair, the white restraints kept her from doing otherwise.

“Ooh, you’re up. Well if it isn’t just the cutest wittle girl this morning. Momma made you some nice oatmeal and juice. You know, to start your day off right?” She cooed, setting the bowl and the bottle on the highchair’s table. She took a seat and watched as Scootaloo started spooning the cereal in her mouth. She was a bit messy and some of it dropped down and onto her tummy and nappy, but she seemed capable never the less.

Scootaloo on the other hand was too drowsy to be enticed. It wasn’t hard for her to eat at first, but her tummy did start feeling ‘full’ about half way through her bowl. Placing the bottle’s nipple between her lips, she started to suckle slowly as she looked down at Twilight.

“Awe, you sweepy wittle girl. You’re just a little cutie pie aren’t you? I bet you’re curious to know why your legs have feeling in them, aren’t you love?” She questioned, trying to budge the conversation in the direction she needed to get to.

The Child’s eyes drifted downwards to look at her thighs before she redirected eye contact back towards Twilight. She turned her head to the side, curiously.

Twilight gave the child a slight smirk, “Welp, I kinda have a situation. Long story short, Rainbow doesn’t have a real ‘power of attorney’ to say the injections are legal and you’re, well-six. So basically, I can’t keep legally using the numbing gel on your legs.”

“Oh, that explains that.” Scootaloo smiled, kicking her legs a little. It didn’t take her long to start nomming at her bottle again. She had no interest in conversating anymore about the experiment or if anything else was going to change. She didn’t mind the leg-thing but then again, she never enjoyed it to begin with.

A bit perplexed over the child’s apathy, Twilight raised an eyebrow. “You’re not a little bit curious over your situation? You’re my baby now. Or at least, I’m supposed to look after you.” Twilight said, seeing if she could find any reaction from the child.

Stopping briefly, Scootaloo nudged her shoulders, still jaded by Twilight’s comments. “Is the experiment still going on? I am still supposed to act like a baby aren’t I?” She asked, perplexed.

“Actually yeah it is. It’s kinda funny, but dressing you up like a baby for my own educational pursuits is perfectly legal. Mind I don’t physical force you to do it.” Twilight said, squeamishly. “I won’t make you keep dressing like a baby, but I really do appreciate it.”

Scootaloo giggled, “I’m good. I like being baby.” Scootaloo said, then started suckling on her bottle again.

“Well, glad to hear it. I’m sure my colleagues will enjoy hearing about it too. Then again, I’m gonna need some advice on all of this. I now you’re a bit young, but I’m sure you know what it’s like to be quietly panicking.” Twilight added, not entirely sure if that went over Scoot’s head or not. It didn’t seem like Scootaloo was even paying attention.

“Welp. When you finish your bottle, how about I get ya set up in the nursery again? Maybe we can find you another toy or something to play with aye?” Twilight proposed, ruffling the young girl’s hair.

Shrugging her shoulders, the girl continued feeding away.; kicking her legs lightly as she did so.

***

“Yes… thankyou for understanding Mrs.Cake. I’m sure Scootaloo won’t mind her playdate very much at all.” Twilight added, peaking in the doorway at her child.

“Well I’ll be sure to treat her just the way she’s supposed to be. Baby food and banana’s for lunch, no 3+ toys or television, no pullups or potty breaks, and more attention than the twins correct?”

“Yep. Thanks for doing this. I know it’s weird for you to do, but just bear with it for a couple hours. Again, I’ll bring her by asap and I’ll pick her up before you get ready to go alright?” The caretaker said, smiling as she heard Mrs.Cake’s confirmation. “Good, I’ll see ya in a tad.”

Scootaloo sat, focused on her stuffed animal. Pounding her block against the foam rug, with her legs spread out and her eyes fixated on the ground. “Hmm?” She questioned, as she was hoisted into the air by an anynomous set of hands.

“We need to get you ready for a drive lovey pie.” Twilight said, plopping the girl on the changing table, laying her back gently. With the help of Scootaloo, she was briefly wiped, powdered, and changed into the fifth diaper from the package. She didn’t take long in wrapping it snug around her daughter’s bottom.

Scootaloo watched silently as her pretend-momma scattered across her bedroom. It took a second, but eventually Twilight came to a full stop. She held a pair of blue denim shortalls and a white onesie with a flower on it. “Hehe, these are going in your bag for lunch. Mrs.Cake wanted to take you swimming a tiny bit with the twins.” She heard as she was helped off the changing table and into a new outfit.

Carefully, Scootaloo with her still loose balance stepped forward into what looked to be a Ruffled yellow and white bag. She watched in awe as Twilight pulled the outfit up her chest and over her shoulders. A zipper came up the back. Looking down, all she could make out is a white outfit, with lots of yellow flower patterns and frills, with a colorful flower emblem protruding from the chest.

“Like it? It’s called a romper, it’s meant for swimming.” Twilight smiled, crouching in front of the child. She tugged lightly at the ruffled bloomers attached the outfit. It was cute; it really ballooned out near the bottom.

“Oh, I guess that’s cool.” Scootaloo smiled, a bit embarrassed over her outfit. Her regular swimsuit was a one piece, but it definitely didn’t have nearly as much emphasis on the backside.

“Well I don’t blame you if you don’t think it’s ‘cool’, but it is cute.” The caretaker smiled, sticking a yellow bow on top of Scootaloo’s hair. She turned around and plopped Scootaloo’s diaper bag on the changing table, “Now, what do you need for you little trip? I’m sure Mrs.Cake will keep you entertained, so… maybe just a couple diapers and the rest of the stuff. Oh yeah, and your baby bottle. I forgot you’re a ‘big baby.’” She teased.

***

In her room, Twilight say patiently at her study as she continued jotting down her ideas and theories. She finished her hypothesis of the regression’s effects and no matter how she tried to spin it, the results so far for inevitably positive.

Yes- Scootaloo has been more active, to the point of losing over three pounds.

Yes- Scootaloo was improving her hand eye coordination.

Yes- Scootaloo still interacted in a positive attitude with adults; despite her new social position.

Standing up from her chair, Twilight edged her way out of her room and down the wall. She entered her child’s room and stopped at the doorway.

Yes there were toys scattered about, but with approval. Her crib, like much else in the room, was perfected. It’s blankets were soft and fluffly, the wood polished, and the white pillow cases glimmered with a perfected cleanliness.

It actually stuck her curiosity, to the point where she wanted a closer look. Nothing really was out of place, aside from a scatted white rabbit plushie that she used for naps. The pillow cases did have small spots on them, but that was understandable, when she thought about the milk bottles and drool on the pacifier.

In a weird way, taking away Scootaloo’s big bed had made her cozier. Likewise, giving her a smaller window to play in, kept her more entertained in the long run because the every time she got to play with a new thing or contraption, it felt like a unique experience.

She was always curious to take Scootaloo into the woods, to let her run about the real world in her nappied behind. It would probably be a fun, albeit dangerous experience. But, it’d also help give her a sense of place despite her being confined to wherever Twilight wanted her to go.

It was a happy little leash Twilight kept and would continue to keep on Scootaloo. Just because Scootaloo was able to explore less, doesn’t necessarily mean she’d learn less. Confining her to a space would help her stay more in tune to what she was doing and it’d make her feel a bit safer to explore, knowing there was a more responsible person around her.

Stepping over to the changing table, Twilight ducked underneath it and pulled out the set of panties that she’d kept for when Scootaloo wanted to end the experiment. They were ‘childish’ in the same way her nappies were.

Taking a deep breath, Twilight sighed. In a way, playing ‘mommy’ was a very momentous job. No matter how many diapers she changed, she would still have to change another. No matter how many meals she fed Scootaloo, she’d still have to feed her another… but then again. No matter how many times Scootaloo scraped her knee, she knew she’d still be there to kiss the scratch and no matter how many times Scootaloo was feeling down, she would be there to give her a hug.

It was an interesting thought, childhood was to her. It’d been so many years since she’d been graduated from college. So many years she’d been working for the university and yet, only recently it caught up with her. Of all the hustle and bustle of life and in all the solace that has come with being a prudent researcher. She hadn’t felt this empty without someone by her side in such a long time. Not that it was a painful feeling, but it was hallow and the scale of everything around her had just caught up with her.

She looked at the traditional turquoise clock on the wall. As the hand struck three, she found herself befuddled. Where had the time gone? It was time to pick up Scootaloo.

***

Parking her car on the lane in front of the Cake’s house, Twilight got out of her car and made her way to the glass doors. She rang the doorbell. After a brief ringing noise was a heard from inside the shop, “Scootaloo, you mommy is here” Could was called out loud. A minute or two later, Mrs.Cake arrived with the child in her arms and the ducky covered diaper bag around her shoulder.

“Why hello Mrs.Cake.” Twilight said, looking down at Scootaloo mixed expression. Did everything go alright?” She asked, nicely.

In a squeamish smile, Mrs.Cake nodded. “Oh yes, Scootaloo had a little run in with the twins, but they made up. Didn’t they Scootaloo?” She asked, directing the question towards the child.

“Yes.” Scootaloo muttered, trying not to whine.

“Good girl. Now why don’t you give a big hug to mommy alright?” Mrs.Cake instructed, handing the eight year old like an infant, to her mother.

Twilight smiled, hugging unto Scootaloo with one arm while she took the diaper bag with the other. “Are you alright sweetie pie?” She asked, adjusting the bag’s strap up her shoulder then used her second arm to rub the girl’s back.

“Yeah… they made fun of my outfit though. They called me a ‘bubble butt’ and a ‘baby pants’, even though they’re younger than me.” Scootaloo said, pouting a bit.

Smiling sympathetically, Twilight bounced the child up and down a bit, “Awe, it’s alright baby. How about we get you home? I got you some really yummy food from the burger place that you like.”

Mrs.Cake butted in, smiling nervously, “Don’t worry Twilight, I made sure the twins learned their lesson. I made them apologize. They’ve both been on an ego trip ever since they started going to preschool. They made up for it though right Scootaloo? They apologized and you guys had good time, right?” She teased, playfully pinching the child’s foot.

“Hehe. Yeah.” Scootaloo weakly smiled, looking up at the Twilight. “Did you get icecream?” She asked innocently.

“Awe, hehe. Of course sweetie. Now let’s get you all snug in your car seat and we can head out.” Twilight smiled, nodding at Mrs.Cake “Nod to the nice lady Scoots.”

“Bye Mrs.Cake.” Scootaloo said happily. Her chin resting on Twilight’s shoulder and her free hand waving happily.

Opening her backseat door, Twilight helped the young eight year old into her car seat. Unlike some of the stuff Scootaloo had been living with, the car seat was actually just a modified version of an already existing model. It was pink, it had a full set of buckles, and like her stroller it had a safety tray that sat on top of her lap and spread her legs.

Rather gently, she helped the child into her seat and then got in the car herself. She smiled, pulling off into the road. There was very little traffic for such a nice afternoon. Trees rose aside the sidewalks with their lament green hue, bricks rose proudly in their levitt style fashion, and the echoing presence of wind chimes and their sound resonated through the air.

Scootaloo laid back in carseat. There was a comfortable warm feeling, from the sun peeking through the car’s windows. She didn’t say a word, but instead watched out the window as she passed street by street, house by nuclear family house, and then eventually watched as they traveled to the outskirts of town where Twilight lived.

The exit from the car was brief. It took Twilight a while to undo the vinyl straps that clung to Scootaloo’s body, but the girl didn’t mind. She enjoyed the warmness that came from the seat and snugness from the straps.

“Come on little denim butt.” Twilight teased, in reference to the denim shortalls that Scootaloo had on. She helped the child out of the car and into the house; carrying her all the way.

Scootaloo clung happily to her momma’s chest as she carried into the cute little villa. It didn’t take long before she was sat into the same old colorful plush padding that was her high chair. Just like the car seat, a set of straps came over her chest, and the a tray rested over her lap.

“So sweetie, I got you chicken nuggets and a thing of fries. Also-“ Twilight smiled, setting what she mentioned on the table, “I got you your own little shake.” She smiled, setting the small clear plastic cup on the table then put a straw in it.

Lighting up, Scootaloo happily nommed away at her snack. She bit into the tender nuggets and chewed away at her fries, all with her fingers, and all while leaving a rather sizable mess to clean up. The white onesie that she wore underneath the blue denim jumper was alright, but the jumper itself gathered quite a bit of salt on it.

Regardless, Twilight watched in amazement as Scootaloo plowed through the food that she was offered. But it seemed, as she watched the child chew away from a distance, that the haste was quickly lost in the girl. Not only was Scootaloo not finishing either the fries or the chicken nuggets, but she seemed to only be taking sips at her shake.

Scootaloo herself looked down at her tray in concern. It was a weird feeling, but her tummy felt hollow and hungry, but also painful in a ‘needs to use the bathroom’ sort of way. She looked up at her mommy and frown, “I-I, my tummy hurts!” she cried, her face getting redder and her eyes filling up with tears.

Getting out of the seat she’d sat in, Twilight rushed immediately over to Scootaloo. “Oh, you poor baby.” She said, lovingly rubbing the child’s back as she moved everything but the shake off the tray. “Does some baby have a sore tummy? Do you needa use the potty?”

“Mmmhmm…” Scootaloo nodded shyly. But in all honesty, she wasn’t a hundred percent sure if she did. “A-at the C-cake’s house. I-I tried u-using the potty. B-but, i-i-i couldn-n’t.” She said, still gripping her tummy. She closed her eyes and pushed, trying to get something out of her system, but she couldn’t budge her tummy at all.

“Awe, somebaby needs more fiber in her diet.” Twilight said, undoing the child’s straps. She helped the child to the ground and walked her own to the couch and helped her unto the couch. She walked to the nursery and searched through the various medical supplies that she kept in the locked cabinet underneath the changing table.

Walking back out into the living room, Twilight watched as her child kepted straining herself; trying to go in her diaper. She approached the child then crouched down infront of her. “Shh… listen sweetie.” She said, rubbing the girl’s leg. “This powder is going to help you potty alright? There’s no reason to hurt your tummy. It’s probably just not used to the baby food and all the sugar you’ve been getting lately.”

Scootaloo sat back, her face flustered and red as a tomato. She watched moaning as Twilight traveled to the kitchen, then came back with the bottle in her hands. Despite her tummy hurting, she couldn’t deny there was something soothing, knowing that someone was there to make things better.

Twilight sat on the couch right next to the child and patted her lap. She watched as the young girl crawled on her knees and unto her jeans. She looked down and watched as Scootaloo wrapped her tiny little arms around her waist. Smiling kindly, she held the bottle at an angle that the girl could suckle without moving much at all.

Scootaloo accepted the bottle of milk and despite its awkward taste; she swallowed each bit of its overly-sweet flavoring. It was a bit thicker than she was used to and it had a bit of a coconut after taste. Still, she drank it as fast as her sore tummy would allow her to.

“Shh… shh…” The women whispered, holding the child’s thin figure against her chest. She continued to hold the bottle for the girl and continued to rub gently up and down Scootaloo’s frail denim covered back. “It’s alright sweetie, just relax. That’s a good girl.” She encouraged, using her free hand to gently brush her girl’s sikly hair with her soft fingers. “There’s no hurry little Ms. Poopy Pants.”

“Hehe, I’m not a ‘poopy pants’.” Scootaloo said, giggling a little bit. She suckled a little more, swallowing every drop like it was the best thing she ever tasted. It was actually starting to make her feel better.

“Yes you are. You poop your pants and don’t even care.” Twilight said, smiling as she continued messaging the back of the girl’s head.

Scootaloo suckled some more, melting at the touch her mommy's loving hands. She blushed a bit as she continued to accept the baby treatment. “Hehe, I do not.” She said, kicking her legs a little bit. Her diaper rustled softly underneath her onesie and denim jumper. It felt comfy.

“Yes you do, who’s my little poopy pants? You are, that’s why you wear diapers silly. You’re just a baby afterall. Aren’t you?” She asked, nudging the girl’s arm.

“I can get out of diapers any time I want.” Scootaloo teased, sticking out her tongue. She couldn’t help but giggle a bit.

“You could, but then you’d ruin all your panties.” The caretaker teased back.

“Would not.” Scootaloo defended, leaning her head on her caretaker’s chest. It was warm.

Twilight giggled a little bit at her child’s disobedience. She set the mostly empty bottle down and hugged the child with both her arms. “Ooh, I’m sure you wouldn’t. You can’t stand being in a dirty little diapey can you baby?” She cooed, kissing the top of the child’s messy hair.

“I wouldn’t know.” The young girl grinned, using both her free forearms to hug her mommy’s arms. Delighted, she could feel the tension release in her stomach. She felt so calm in Twilight’s embrace. She felt so weighted, and so loved. It was a weird feeling she had, but she really liked it.
“T-Twilight, c-c-can I be your baby forever?” She asked, with an undertone of desperation.
“Awe, you know you always will be. You are my little poopy pants, remember?” She teased, planting another kiss on her child’s forehead.
Scootaloo smiled, chuckling a bit as she lightened up to that name. “Hehe, I make poopy pants.” She giggled, lightening up a little on the inside. She liked saying that out loud. It felt right.

Author's Note

To answer the first question a lot of people will probably ask me. "Why didn't I elaborate more on Scootaloo's visit with Mrs.Cake and the twins?"

Simple. Mrs.Cake and Scootaloo I've already written before in my story "A Message to Rainbow Dash"

As for the Twins, I tried making the twins around three or four years of age, since that'd mean they could actually socially interact with another person (Scootaloo). But, I found their dialogue and interactions with Scootaloo to be either mean spirited, underwhelming, or overall boring to read. After all, the chapter would have literally been a roughly 3000 words of two toddlers and a make believe baby playing together.

That being said, omitting the previously mentioned scene, I enjoyed the way this chapter played out. While I'm not a big fan of time-cuts, I don't using them for this chapter since the next chapter is going to be a pretty consistent series of events.

Other than that, I also am quite happy with the title I decided on, whilst relistening to Daft Punk's "Homework" album. I think it suits what's going on quite well.

Anyhow, Enjoy the chapter and have a good one! ~England

All Things Must Pass

Author's Note

I'll be blunt, there was a big pause in between writing that first scene and the rest of the story. I've rewritten the chapter quite a bit, and eventually was able to aim the story in the direction I wanted it to go. That being said, I can say that I've been much more inspired to write lately and that the story reads far better after that first section.

It's also worth mentioning, that I'm actually seriously writing a more lewd AB/DL fiction at the moment as well. So, you might see it before I post the next chapter to this story!

Enjoy the story, and have a good one! ~ England

All Things Must Pass

Scootaloo sat on Twilight’s lap, quietly resting as the two of them watched cartoons. Well, ‘watched’ wasn’t the best way to describe Twilight’s attention, she more or less just fawned interest; instead, playing with her phone.

On the other hand, Scootaloo was absolutely engaged; her eyes glued to every second of whatever programing the Mouse Network had to offer. That is, aside from her tummy pains. Sure, her stomach wasn’t ‘locked’ up as it was, but now she could feel it was only a matter of time before she had to ‘go’. Still, she kept watching.

“Hehe, someone really likes her little show doesn’t she?” Twilight teased, feeling the girl rock back and forth on her lap.

“No. I just- I gotta use the potty.” The young girl said, blushing a little bit. A part of her thought the situation was funny, but of course her real age stopped her from being completely alright with it.

Reassuring the girl, Twilight picked her up and stood her on the ground. “Silly girl, you don’t use the potty. You use your pants. That’s what the diaper is for after all.” She encouraged, pulling out her phone then pointing it’s camera towards the girl.

“Why the camera?” Scootaloo asked, blushing more intensely. She smirked; feeling the incoming accident off put her balance. She used both of her tiny hands to cover her backside.

“Cause, it’s for the research project. I figure if I have video of you pooping yourself, you won’t mind me sharing some of the other pictures I’ve had to take. Now no pressure, I promise I won’t show this to anyone that’d do anything malicious with it.” Twilight assured.

Squatting, Scootaloo accidently stared up at the camera. Despite her better judgement, she kept looking directly at the camera as she filled her pants. She smirked a bit, feeling the pressure let off her tummy. Being done, she very slowly poised herself back up straight.

“Awe, did baby make her poopy pants? Who’s a stinky little girl?” Twilight teased, trying to encourage Scootaloo to play along.

“I am.” Scootaloo meekly said, swaying on her feet, trying to get used to the feeling of a loaded diaper. It felt weird, almost like she sat on mud or something.

Twilight giggled a bit, “Awe come on love. You needa be proud of your little oopsie. Say it to the world, you made poopy pants and you’re proud!”

“Hehe, I made poopy pants. I made poopy pants!” Scootaloo cheered, giggling a little bit as the redness in her cheeks grew more and more. The commotion Twilight encouraged, made her feel like a little t.v star. She lifted her earms to the sky

The women gave the kid an amused smile and lifted the girl unto her hip. “Somebody is an awfully big baby.” She teased, sitting back down on the couch.

Scootaloo climbed off Twilight, but remained crouching on top of the couch. “I don’t wanna sit down.” She whined, upset about her predicament. Her patience for Twilight lasted a second, but to no avail. Frowning, the child let herself fall on her backside, spreading the contents inside her diaper all over her backside.

Twilight picked up the remote and quieted the T.V. “Awe, poor little Scoots. How about you take a little rest?” She proposed, lying back on the couch.

Scootaloo stared at Twilight for a second, still a bit puzzled by the mucky feeling in her pants; let alone the mildly gross smell. She leaned onto her knees and crawled over her Caretaker; resting her head flat on the women’s chest, she wrapped her tiny arms around her protector.

Her own warm body pressed up against her Twilight’s chest, she could feel her muscles relax and her restlessness fade away. A hand pressed up against her backside and a hand rested squarely on her back. It felt nice, being held snuggly. Smiling, she stuck her thumb in her mouth.

“That’s a good girl. Someone’s been an awful busy baby today. Shh, it’s alright. There’s nothing to fret over. You can take a quick nap.” Twilight said, rubbing gentle circles into the little one’s back.

Very slowly, Scootaloo felt her cheeks cool down, as well as a tide of undeniable comfort. She closed her eyes and took gentle breaths as she fell asleep.

***

“Goodmorning sweetie!” An unfamiliar voice sang cheerfully.

“Hmm?” Scootaloo questioned, her eyes darting open immediately. She looked to her left and saw her crib bars, then to her right and saw the same crib bars. Confused, she looked up at the voice. To her surprise, she found the woman who was staring at her had a set of beautiful blue eyes; it was Fluttershy.

“Hehe, sorry if I scared you. I didn’t want you to be too tired to go to bed tonight.” She said, resting her hands on the fencing of the cot.

Scootaloo panicked, trying to find her words were only pacified by an actual pacifier. She suckled nervously, as she slowly sat up. To her disgust and shock, she realized that underneath her confetti colored blanket, denim shortfalls, and white onesie. There was still, in fact, a very messy diaper that still covered her dirty backside.

“Awe, you’re even cuter as a baby.” Fluttershy said, smiling as she picked up the young girl. There was no resistance from Scootaloo, although she did seem a bit nerved. Using the base of her hand to lift Scootaloo at her backside, and her other free hand to gently pet the child’s back. Fluttershy stood in place and bounced the girl up and down a bit, “You’re probably wondering why I’m here. Well there’s a very long and very drawn out explanation to that.”

Scootaloo lifted an eyebrow, curious of what the women was talking about.

“Actually-“ Twilight butted in, peaking her head through the doorway. She was dressed in rather formal attire, including a dark grey pea coat that seemed to cover everything above her black skirt. She walked up to the child and pecked her on the head. “I thought I’d say goodbye to you Scoots, before I head out. I’m sure you can fill her in on all the details.”

With a forced smile, the women waved to the child before turning her back to the doorway. A messenger bag held tight against her waist, she made her way towards the door; then shut it.

“Hmm?” Scootaloo questioned, looking up at the twenty-something fushia haired women that laid her in her hands, like an offering from the heavens.

“Ooh, someone needs a change. No offense.” Fluttershy giggled, cradling the child all the way to her changing matter. Regaining a more loving but serious composure, she set the child down and took a step back from the child. “So, you’re probably wondering what’s going on here.” Fluttershy posed.

As expected, Scootaloo nodded, shifting awkwardly in her messy pants; they were starting to feel icky to her.

“Well- how about I get you changed.” She said, walking towards the girl again. She helped the child lay down completely, then pulled out a medical mask from her pocket. Unlike Twilight, she had prior experience talking care of children, seeing as she was an actual pediatrician.

She undid Scootaloo’s wardrobe, stripping the straps of the child’s shortalls, then undid the buttons of the girl’s onesie. Some gentle tugging as well as cooperation from Scootaloo, and she managed to wittle down the child’s outfit to just the diaper and pink socks.

Clearing her throat, the women gave the child courteous smile. “Okay-Twilight had to uh, go back to the University because one of the Professors had a stroke; she basically just got herself a full time job.” She said, helping the child unto her back. She started undoing the diaper tabs, “I-I’m going to be continuing her pet project.”

“W-what?” Scootaloo questioned, confused by her situation. Her vision was still a blur, her attitude was inattentive, and her train of thought hadn’t really started yet. All she could register is that she was being wiped clean and really felt uncomfortably cold.

“Well…” Fluttershy paused, ducking into the changing table’s compartments in search for the supplies she needed. She came back up with a white cloth nappy, one with little repeating 60’s era flowers on it. She grabbed the girl’s ankles and pulled them up into the air and slipped the nappy underneath her bare bottom.

Scootaloo all the while, kept her head tilted to the side as the skilled caretaker worked her magic. When the powder dropped and the diaper snuggly wrapped around her waist, she closed her legs and sat up.

Reaching forward, Fluttershy picked up the child and hugged her close, “It means I’m your new momma; as weird as that might be for you. Twilight and I were planning on revealing the news to you under better circumstances. But, unfortunately we didn’t have the time.”

“Oh.” Scootaloo said, getting comfortable against her new mommy’s chest. Her facial expression was perplexed and numb. Not that she and Fluttershy didn’t know each other well, but to consider Fluttershy her ‘mommy’ was something that seemed foreign to her. Fluttershy seemed to be everyone’s mommy when the time arose; having her all to herself seemed kinda selfish.

“I know this must be a lot, coming off your nap and all. You must be just a little bit stressed out.” The women cooed, using her free hand to rub up and down the girl’s back.

A week ago, the orphaned would have had some objection to be held like a toddler, let alone dressing like one. But for some reason, she felt alright being held right now, even in unfamiliar arms. She felt weightless, yet secure. It was a nice feeling; a basket lifted by a hot air balloon.

“Awe, someone’s a quite one. I understand.” Fluttershy sympathized, kissing the child’s forehead. It was strange, that she’d been planning the adoption for so long and only now did things catch up to her. She was Scootaloo’s ‘mom’ now; albeit, non-biological.

Lighting up a bit, the young girl looked her mommy in the eyes. Her irises were pure of color and her face free of any blemish or wear. There was an intense silence between the two, then an understanding smile.

“Hmm. So you’re going to be a baby are you?” Fluttershy simpered, taking the child out of the room, pressed up against her chest. “Well unlike Twilight, I’ve seen children growing up. I also know that your hair is much too long for a cutie little toddler, like yourself. Now where’s Twilight’s room?” she questioned.

The young girl pointed down the hall and another white door.

“Thanks love.” Fluttershy replied, opening the door and walking inside. She didn’t say a word as she examined the room. She pulled sizeable computer chair in front of Twilight’s dresser and sat the child down. Like her friend Rarity taught her in the past, she covered the child in a shabby blanket she found in the closet and once she found them, pulled out a pair of hair trimming scissors.

Scootaloo watched in awe, as she watched Fluttershy near-professionally shape her hair with the few supplies she had.

Scootaloo watched as chunk after chunk of her straight but messy hair fell to the ground. Suddenly however, a question hit her. “Wait, is Twilight coming back? What about this house?” The girl asked, as her head was tilted to the side politely by Fluttershy’s hand.

“Well… how do I put this?” Fluttershy paused, spraying down the girl’s hair with a spray bottle. “Yes, Twilight will be back to visit every once in a while. However, being your new momma, I’m the one responsible for carrying out the experiment. Since the University doesn’t want to do something questionable my consent. Twilight nearly got in a lot of trouble for starting this experiment off with only Rainbow’s approval. Since, we were in the process of handing over custody to you-Um, are you following?” She asked, noticing the child had spaced out again.

“Sorta.” Scootaloo giggled, smirking a bit.

“Awe, well don’t you worry. I’m sure you’ll we’ll learn to love each other in no time.” She said, pulling up locks of hair and snipping away at them. Smiling, she continued to talk, “I’ll have you know that now that you're legally my girl, they want me to continue this project for much longer than intended. They also wanted me to stop at treating you like a toddler and not a baby; unlike before.”

Scootaloo was too busy to look at her hair to feign much interest in what was going on. “Wait, so what’s going on? How long is this going to last?” She questioned, instinctively putting her thumb against her lips.

“Well, all things considered- Let’s just say you’ll probably be getting a pretty new baby swing for Christmas.” She said sheepishly, trying to avoid sparking some sort of rebellion in the child.

“Oh, but what about school and stuff?” Scootaloo asked, before sticking her thumb back into her mouth.

Finishing the haircut, the women made a few last second adjustments. “Well, I’ll be homeschooling you during the school season. But, don’t worry. I’ll be sure to keep you nice and involved with your friends. I’m not going to completely displace you from society. Unlike Twilight intended.”

The venim in that comment flew over the child’s head and aside from the comment about school and her friends, she really didn't care. Suddenly, she was spun around to face the mirror and was asked to stand up.

With her mother’s hands helping her keep balance, the child stood up on the chair and too a look at herself in the mirror. Her bangs were notably cut straight and long. The rest her hair maintained a decent part of it’s length, despite the trim. She watched as the hair to the part on her left was tugged into it’s own half-pony tail, as was the other side.

With her hair arranged in its brand new style, she shifted her sight towards her tummy and short legs. She was still small, her skin was still pale from lack of sunlight, and her body was exceptionally scrawny.

Likewise, Fluttershy looked at the girl with a slight curiosity. In all the years she’d worked, she hadn’t met too many children quite as small as Scootaloo; especially for her age. Of all the reasons Twilight choose Scootaloo to help her with the research, the BMI had to be a strong factor in her decision.

“Hmm, I just thought of something Scoots. I need to do a few notes real quick. So how about I give you tiny bit of alone time, alright?” She asked, helping the child back unto her padded backside. Patting her kid on the head, she smiled, “Come on Scoots, show mommy to your room!”

***

BMI Update 7/8/2015

Standard Height for 8y/o: 4ft2in/50.5in/128.2cm

Standard Weight for 8y/o: 57lb/25.8kg

Scootaloo’s Height: 3ft3in/39.5in/100.3cm

Scootaloo’s Weight: 35lb/15.7kg

Oral Hygiene: Good

Aliments: Mild indigestion/constipation

Analysis: Scootaloo seems to be recovering steadily from the defunked anesthetic. Her legs are working fine and her motor functions are fine, with the slight off balance of equilibrium (Most likely do to underdevelopment). While I haven’t pin pointed the exact cause for Scootaloo’s noticeably small stature, I’ll attribute it mostly to her poor nutrition, lack of sleep, and potentially her genetics.

I have obviously been around for only a few hours, Scootaloo seems to have already taken a liking to me and has yet to speak up much about her feelings with Twilight. On the other hand, she seems quite comfortable with the continued regressive treatment and has still yet to complain about her nudity. I can’t read her mind, but she seems to be enjoying things so far.

-End Journal-

With her research papers completed for the day, the young ‘mother’ made her way out of what used to be Twilight’s study and made her way over to the nursery, where she left the child. She was no fool; she knew she could trust Scootaloo in a room by herself, so long as the important stuff was baby proofed. Scootaloo might act like a baby, but she definitely wasn’t reckless.

Peeking her head inside, Fluttershy smiled at the sight. The young girl had fallen asleep in a pit of stuffed animals that were kept in her playpen. She approached the girl with the kinda mentality that you would use, when respecting a person’s rest. She was tempted to pick the girl up and move her to the crib, but she didn’t want to risk it; even if the playmat wasn’t the cleanest surface to be snoozing on.

Picking up the confetti-plaid throw blanket for the girl, she tossed it over her and dimmed the lights to the room. Very carefully, she sat on the ground next to the playpen and watched the girl through the white plastic gate.

It was interesting to see how relaxed Scootaloo was. Her chest would occasionally rise and fall, she would occasionally mutter some gibberish, or kick her leg. But she never seemed to disturb herself. To the fault of the parental-change, she really had no idea Scootaloo preferred so many naps. She of course, had read a few notes in the medical journal, but apparently day naps aren’t phenomenal enough to list.

It appeared as if Scootaloo was comfortably adjusted to the life of a preschooler, at age eight none the less. It was incredible really, being able to approach a girl with this much acceptance for such a bizarre situation; almost like the girl had never lived any differently.

Content that the child was already in a deep sleep, she took out her phone and took a picture of the eight year old. I need to find you a better blanky, The women thought to herself, Confetti might be fine for a school girl, but Scootaloo was supposed to be treated like royalty, with the privilege of a baby. She deserved something a bit better- with a bit more personality.

With total equanimity in her form, she made her way over to the dresser. Opening it up, she shifted through the various wears. Nothing but jumpers, t-shirts, diaper covers, dresses, onesies, and footie pajamas. Nothing to wear in public, not for a girl her age, she thought to herself, as she looked down at the child.

Come to think about, I outta check to see if there’s any laundry to be done.

Because

Author's Note

You know, I've been working on this story for nearly nine months of my life and all I have to say is writing it has really made me reconsider a lot of things that I've written and that I've drawn since I started in 13'.

There's nothing wrong with caring for a person too much. It's better to care for someone too much than not at all. But I think there's a fine a line between caring and control that I've read as the premise in most AB/DL stories. As long as it's just a story- one for kinks at that, it's fine to do.

However, I draw the line at finishing off my story with the child living a life where she's forcibly babied, even if it is done with motherly/loving intentions. Because that to me, twist the natural and arguably most significant bond a mother shares with another person into something manipulative and wrong. It's for that reason, that I've ended the story the way I did.

I hope you all enjoy the read and I hope you all have a good one! ~England

Because

“Poor baby.” Fluttershy cooed, bringing the child into her bedroom. She took a seat on her bed, the used her lap as a chair to sit her child on.

Scootaloo immediately turned to face her mommy and hugged her, burying her head into the yellow t-shirt that her mother was sporting.

The mother flinched a bit over the feeling of wet fabric touching on her shoulder. Shrugging it off, she wrapped her arms around the girl and rubbed her bare back “Shh… it’s alright. It’s alright to be a baby. I know it’s only pretend.”

“B-But it’s not.” The child whined, in the wake of her emotional breakdown.

Sighing, Fluttershy sat back on the couch continuing to coddle her child. It was insane to her, the fact that she was holding an eight year old who had the stability of one of her preschool aged patients. More so, it astounded her how utterly clingy a girl Scootaloo was. Despite her baby’s sobbing, it was weirdly cute to her.

In an attempt to soften her girl’s grievances, the women broke away from her coddle and grabbed her daughter’s chin, then turned it towards her own face. With a loving smile she softly spoke, “It’s alright lovey. You’re not a baby; you’re just pretending to be one. So what if you can’t use the potty. You’re just not ready for it.”

Scootaloo frowned, upset by her mother’s response. It was almost like Fluttershy really thought she couldn’t use the bathroom properly. “But I don’t need diapers!” She whined, quieting her sobbing a bit.

“Yes you do.” Fluttershy cooed, looking into her daughter’s eyes as if they were a magnifying glass of the mind. Under most circumstances, she wouldn’t hesitate to explain to Scootaloo the actual science of what had been going. That being that she was essentially dieting her daughter to be a diaper dependent girl. But unfortunately that was part of the experiment as well.

“Mmm.” Scootaloo moaned, clinging onto her mommy for support again. She buried her head back in the women’s chest, unable to gather herself properly as she succumbed to her tears again.

Very gently, the mother stood up and carried her girl to the kitchen, only to retrieve a formula flavored milk bottle from the fridge.

The child didn’t want to complain, but her tummy was really annoying her quite a bit. “I don’t wanna bottle.” She added, as she was carried off to another part of the house.

“I know you might not want a bottle…” The mother said, pausing for a short while as she made her into the child’s room. Planting a seat on the room’s walnut colored rocking chair, she repositioned her daughter, “but, it’ll help calm you down.”

“But I don’t wanna bottle. I’ve already had two today!” She remarked, crossing her arms in protest.

“Baby.” She said, using her hands to idly break up her daughter’s protest. “It’s very important for your nutrition to drink your milk. There’s only one other alternative and it’d be pretty bizarre for us both.” She continued, trying not to think too hard about it.

With a grain of salt, Scootaloo grabbed the bottle with both of her hands and began suckling on it again. Pouting, she sat back using her mommy as makeshift chair.

“Good girl.” Fluttershy cooed, hugging her daughter from behind as she used her legs to rock the chair back and forth in its intended motion.

Quite a bit of time passed in the nursery for the young mother and her child. Outside the house the sunset was being blanketed by the cascading storm clouds coming from the west. To every living thing’s surprise, a gently rain started pitter pattering against the roof top that hung over them.

‘Bizarre’ Fluttershy thought to herself as she looked out at the window, the storm couldn’t have possibly arrived so soon. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out cellphone; yes, the storm was in the area. Specifically, a thunderstorm with a rather high chance for flooding.

The child held the bottle away from her face as she’d grown extremely displeased with the taste. “I’m done.” She said very meekly.

Grabbing the bottle from the young girl, the mother nodded in a fake admiration. “Very good! Who’s a big girl?” She cooed, in a vain attempt to spark a positive response from her daughter.

To no surprise, the daughter remained stoic and profoundly upset looking.

“Hmm, how about we head to bed.” Fluttershy offered, setting her little girl on the ground. She made her way over to her child’s wardrobe and began assembling a little outfit for her, “Feel free to run to my room, I’ll be there in just a second.”

A bit reluctant at first, Scootaloo waddle to her mommy’s room. It astounded her that she wasn’t going to sleep in the crib by herself. She smiled coyly a bit, she was glad.

‘That and that’ Fluttershy thought to herself, grabbing a pacifier and one of Scootaloo’s various plushies. She thought about packing the diaper bag, but it wasn’t like Scootaloo was going anywhere she couldn’t solve the problem. Satisfied with what she picked, the mother made her way out of the nursery, shutting the door lightly behind her.

By the time her mommy entered the room, the child was already sitting politely on the bed waiting for her. “Why are we going to bed to bed so early again?” The child asked, looking at the alarm; there were still four hours til midnight.

“Because, you need your sleep and mommy has to file some things in the morning.” The mother cooed, trying not to spark a protest from Scootaloo as she made her way over to the bed.

She sat down and unzipped her jeans, tugging them down her legs. “You know, it’s pretty cool for being so hot outside.” She spoke, taking off her buttoned down blouse as well.

Scootaloo averted her eyes, directing her eyes away from her mom.

“Hehe, it’s alright Scootaloo.” Fluttershy said, reaching over and pulling out a pair of yellow and black plaid flannel pajama pants. “It’s not like I have anything that you haven’t already seen.” She giggled, throwing on a white tank top.

Blushing a bit, the child took a glance at her mommy. She’d never realized how fit she really was. Curiously, she reached out her hand and grabbed Fluttershy’s bicep.

Quickly, Fluttershy snapped her neck looking down at her daughter. “Oh, hehe- You alright there baby? You aren’t hungry are you?” She asked, despite being pretty sure that Scootaloo was alright.

“Actually, my tummy is a tiny bit achy. But, anyway I just noticed how big your arm was.” She said, turning her head a tiny bit in observation. To her own ignorance, Fluttershy’s arm actually wasn’t all that big, if anything it was edging on being dainty.

“Hehe, if you say so.” Fluttershy giggled, moving her legs to sit on top of the bed fully.

Scootaloo followed suit, grabbing her pacifier and stuffed ducky and crawling underneath in the bed’s blankets. When she settled, she stuck the pacifier in her mouth and set down the plushie to be cuddled with later.

“Come on Scoots.” The mother said, getting underneath the covers herself. She opened her arms to Scootaloo and let the child cling to her side for comfort.

Scootaloo rested her head on the crook of her mother’s arm and hugged her tiny arms around her mommy’s waist; she knew she wasn’t going to use the stuffed ducky.

“Hehe, comfy?” Fluttershy asked, using her one free arm to shut off the room’s light.

The child nodded, unable to use her tongue underneath the rubber nipple of the pacifier. She just assumed her mother knew.

“Good girl.” Fluttershy said, turning towards the child. She very carefully adjusted her arm to continue serving as Scootaloo’s pillow, and used her other free hand to pat her daughter’s padded tushie.

“Mmm…” Scootaloo sounded, resting her forehead against her mother’s breast. She closed her eyes, drifting quickly off to sleep.

Fluttershy held the child in a quiet close intensity as she heard the lightening and the rain pick up in intensity a bit. She knew that the thunderstorm wouldn’t get that bad, but she still hated the sound of thunder.

***

“Mmm…” Fluttershy moaned, opening up her eyes and doing a small stretch. To her relief, her baby had rolled elsewhere on the bed and had clung to her ducky plushy as expected.

She smiled coyly as she climbed out of bed and went to the other side. She very gently pulled her child up from underneath the sheets in a manner that wouldn’t disturb her too heavily.

“Ooh- yuck.” Fluttershy said, feeling the weight of Scootaloo’s nappy before the eventual stench that followed hit her nose. To her disgust, she got some on her hand as well.

Quite some time passed as the mother diligently cleaned up her daughter’s accident. It wasn’t Scootaloo’s fault any of what she did, happened…

***

“Hmm?” Scootaloo questioned, looking up from her position. To her surprise, she was in the car; but not in her car seat.

“Oh, Goodmorning Scootaloo.” Fluttershy said, focusing on the road. “Did you sleep well?” she asked, nicely.

Scootaloo nodded, rubbing her eye with a balled up fist. To her shock, when she tried lifting her leg the seat’s leather interior stuck to the bottom of her thigh. It was incredible, but when she reached to feel her backside she was wearing a thin bit of cotton; she was wearing panties.

She looked down at her outfit, she was wearing some sort of nice white gym shoes, a white skater skirt and a generic cute t-shirt.

“Yeah, sorry it’s all I had.” Fluttershy said, focusing on the highway in front of her.” She glimpsed back at the child and the luggage around her for only a second before focusing back on the road. “Don’t worry, when we get to the diner I’ll explain everything.”

Scootaloo smiled a bit, but was a tad bit concerned for herself. She looked out at the fields around her as the rain bounced and glistened off the corn stalks and green grass blades. She laid back in her seat, relaxed.

Fluttershy smiled in tandem as she raced down the highway away from the little suburb town. She was a doctor for a reason after all.

After several minutes of traveling, the child watched as the world around her went from an innocent community in the middle of nowhere, to a series of humble little cottages that sprung up in the quiet forest in a more secluded part of town. Eventually, she turned off the interstate highway and into a small fishing town by a lake.

“Does someone like pancakes?” Fluttershy asked, getting out of her car. Just because she was trying to change things up, doesn’t mean that she was going to be the caring mommy she could be.

Scootaloo undid her seat belt and lifted her arms out to her mother, before being yanked from the car like a cheery from a tree. She watched as her mommy grabbed her hand and guided her up the concrete walk in and inside the restaurant.

“Come on Scootaloo.” Fluttershy said, opening various glass doors for the girl. She went inside the building and took a seat on a weather torn table.

Scootaloo climbed on top of the opposite seat and sat. It was around now that she realized that her mother was still in her pajamas. She turned her head curiously.

“Oh, these?” Fluttershy asked, looking around at the bustling joint. She smiled a bit, “Gimme a sec.” She said, before turning to the waiter. After giving a brief order, she turned back to the girl.

Scootaloo watched as a glass was carried over and set on the table in front of her. With both hands, she picked it up and sipped on it as she heard her mommy’s response.

“Well, it’s a long story Scootaloo. But the situation wasn’t necessarily and as much as I’d like to raise you like a baby, you’re not one.” She admitted, taking a sip of her coffee. Waking up a tad bit, she blinked a few times, “You know. I can pamper you all I want, but you’re eight years old and deserve to be treated with a little bit of independence.”

Scootaloo kept sipping her milk, kicking her legs in a cute manner as she did so.

Looking around to make she the conversation was still confidential, Fluttershy smiled. “Ooh baby, I’ve got so many things planned for you, but letting you be some sort of Guinee pig isn’t one of them.” She said, looking down at her baby, “I told that University that they can experiment on somebody else. Because my baby isn’t just a baby, she’s beautiful young lady and one day she’s going to do things ever more incredible than even her mommy could imagine and she’s going to be able to do them all on her own. ”

Scootaloo smiled pridefully, lifting up the glass and setting it on the table; but, blushed at a sudden realization.

“Hehe- can I use the potty?” The young girl asked, politely.

Eagerly, the mommy replied, “Any time you want.”

***

“There it is.” The mother said, helping her child out of her care once again.

Smiling, Scootaloo looked at the quant little cottage. It wasn’t nearly as spacey as her Twilight’s old town house, but it was pretty spacey feeling underneath all the trees and whatnot.

Very happily, Fluttershy took the child’s hand and led Scootaloo inside the house. It, like the rest of the house was quaint. The rooms were all lavish with modernish décor and every section of the small three roomed house was floored with a fresh oak laminate.

“Where’s my room?” Scootaloo asked, biting her knuckle in a curious attempt to navigate the new home.

“It’s that one.” Fluttershy replied, walking up to and opening the door in front of her own.

Scootaloo looked inside and was astounded by how spacious and neat the room was. In reality it was a just a guest bedroom with some rather nice turquoise sheets. There wasn’t any interior or toys like she was used to. But that didn’t stop her from running up to Fluttershy and hugging her waist.

“Awe, baby.” Fluttershy smiled, lifting her child into a cradle. She smiled, looking down deeply in her eyes. She brushed her daughter’s hair back, “Hehe, I wish I hadn’t cut your hair so short.”

Without saying a word, the child started tearing up a bit. Likewise, she was hugged closely without a second guess.

"Shh... it's alright sweetie." The mother lovingly cooed to her baby girl. She rested a hand on her daughters backside and used her other one to press her daughter's head against her chest.

Scootaloo sobbed for only a few minutes before calming herself.

For what seemed like a snap shot in time, the girl listened to her mother's heart beat like the time and it were one and the same...

*Thump Thump Thump*

-The End-

Welcome to Paradise

“Goooodmorning sunshine!” The mother of the child boasted, grabbing the young eight year old’s arm softly.

Still stirring a bit, the child looked up and was greeted with the still not yet familiar face of Fluttershy. She rubbed her eyes and smiled, “Oh-“She took a pause, to yawn for a second. “Hewwo.” She muttered, innocently enough.

“Awe, well hewwo to you too sweepy head.” Fluttershy cooed, bringing the child up by the arms and into a hug. She held her tight, running her hand up and down the girl’s bear back. “I don’t take it you need a super heavy meal. So, how about instead of a full dinner, you just eat some food I prepared and then we can get some ice cream.”

Curiously, Scootaloo looked up at her new mommy and asked her, “What else did you plan on doing tonight?”

Fluttershy made her way over to the doorway and towards the living room floor, “Well, I figured after the ice cream, we could come back home and I could read you a story or something .” She said, with quiet sincerity in her voice.

Feeling a bit heated, it was a hard for the child to think straight. But despite her obligatory just got up from napping crankiness, she agreed. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“That’a girl.” The mother said, continuing to carry the girl into the kitchen.

To her ‘surprise’ she was set in her high chair and fixed in it accordingly. Thankfully, the rather soft cold material that covered the seat woke her up on touch; she flinched forward when her naked back made contact with it.

Blinking a few times, she grinned. It was nice to be fully aware of what was going around her again. Taking in her surroundings, she noticed that Fluttershy had made Mac and Cheese and some form of salad; both of which laid in some sort of overly colorful serving cups.

“I know it’s not much.” Fluttershy said, walking behind the child. Briskfully, she tossed a stain-proof bib around the girl’s neck and smiled. Grabbing a seat of her own, she took a small rest. “But, I don’t want you running out of room for ice cream.”

Scootaloo gave her momma a big smile, as she hesitantly picked up her spoon. Her nakedness, the cushioned throne she was buckled into, and her lack of experience all added to her anxiety. Still, she pushed on and began spooning away at her macaroni.

“Awe, such a good girl.” The mother cooed. Encouragement for a baby is important, and she knew it was best way to bond with a growing girl. So, she stood up and smiled, “Tell me who’s a special baby?”

Scootaloo blushed, closing her legs around the divider of the highchair’s tray. “Me.” She meekly replied, trying to not sound too enthused.

Fluttershy giggled, taking a step forward. “That’s right! Ooh, who’s a smart wittle girl? It’s you!” She cooed, picking the spoon out of the girl’s hand. Dipping it in her daughter’s food, she brought it up to the girl’s mouth.

Without being told, the little girl leaned forward and nommed the spoonful. “Hehe, it’s yummy.” She exclaimed, kicking her feet a little bit.

“Awe, I bet it is. I made it with love… and extra cheese!” Fluttershy giggled, handing the utensil back to her daughter. Standing up straight, she walked over to the kitchen to work on stuff for the trip.

Scootaloo continued to smile, taking small bite of the macaroni and eventually, the salad. She kept her attention towards her food, but would take a look behind her chair to see what her momma was doing. It was strange, but with no one in front of her, she was starting to feel a bit lonely. She finished her salad and waited.

Fluttershy finished mixing her sixth bottle of formula and then stuck five of them in the fridge. “There you go. I got your bottle, just in case you get hungry or thirsty.” Fluttershy said, walking behind the highchair. She pecked the back of Scootaloo’s head.

“Eek!” She looked up to see Fluttershy’s bright blue eyes, “You’re back!” She said, surprised.

“That’s right I’m back.” The women said, taking off her baby’s bib.

Scootaloo beamed, watching as Fluttershy undid the straps safety straps, as well as snapped off the highchair’s tray. She reached her arms out and clung to her momma’s chest, “I missed you.” She said sweetly.

Fluttershy’s heart melted a little bit on the inside as she hugged the child. “Awe, you’re just a lovely little girl.” She gloated; using her hand to rub up and down’s Scootaloo’s bare back. A bit concerned, she bounced the child a little, “Ooh, you’re feeling a tinsy bit cold. Let’s get you in something a little warmer before we head out.

With her one free hand, she held the cold bottle up to her daughter and smiled, “Carry this for mommy?” she asked politely.

Grabbing the bottle, Scootaloo waited prudently as she was carried to her room. After the the trip, she climbed off her mom and laid down on her carpeted floor to be dressed by her mommy.

Fluttershy opened the dresser and sorted through the various outfits. “Hmm, what screams ‘too young for preschool’?” She questioned, smiling a bit on the inside over the thought of Scootaloo wearing the adorable outfits. She didn’t want something too babyish, since they were going out in public though. After a few seconds, she found one.

“These- go on here!” The mother cooed, tugging a pair of gray footed tights, with a pink kitty face on the backside. “And this…” Fluttershy paused, helping the girl into a casual pink shirt, “Goes over here.” She giggled.

“Hehe, is it noticeable?” The girl joked, using her hands to cover the diaper buldging underneath her tights. She sat up on her padded backside and regained composer with the help of her hands.

“Hehe, it’s only a tiny bit noticeable.” The mother joked, picking out a pair of white sneakers for the girl. She lifted each one of her daughter’s feet, easing them both into their own Velcro-strapped shoes.

Scootaloo kept a smile on her face as she looked down. The shoes were babyish, they had a cartoonish design and they were puny. But, they also were brand new and they fit comfortably. It was neat to have new shoes, even if they weren’t for a girl her age. Besides, with the outfit she had on, the sneakers were the last thing anyone would notice.

“Hehe, upsie daisy!” Fluttershy cheered, picking her child up and holding her against her chest. “Oh my.” The women giggled, placing one hand under her child’s bottom and the other one behind her back, “I think you might be light enough to use your baby carrier.”

“Oh-no, that’d be a punishment for me and you.” Scootaloo replied, smiling a bit at her own silliness. Truthfully, she really wouldn’t want to be caught alive in one of those contraptions.

“Maybe another time.” The mother joked, reaching down to grab her child’s bottle. She handed it to Scootaloo then made her way out of the nursery. “You know, I forgot the last time I’ve been to town without a car. But, we’ve still got a few hours left. I’m sure nothing will happen.” She assured her child

Very calmly, Fluttershy approached the stroller near the back entrance of the house and set Scootaloo inside; strapping her in snugly. She crouched in front of the stroller and smiled dearly at her child, “Is somebody excited for her trip? Does somebody like icecream?” she asked rhetorically.

Scootaloo happily nodded. It felt like forever since she’d been outside, even if it had only been half a day or so. Leaning back in her seat, she let herself sink into the snug cushioning as she held her bottle up to her lips.

Quite thirsty from her dinner, she started suckling away at her bottle. Calmly watching as the world around her moved, but she sat in place. It was a weird feeling really. Sunny meadows and asphalt roads seem to stretch in an endless cycle for some mile until some old fashion housing started popping up. Then eventually, out of the corner of her eye, came a some rather lavish brick style buildings with bright pretty colors and fancy decorative signs.

“Awe, look at that.” Fluttershy paused, stopping to look at a nearby window. “Isn’t that dress gorgeous? Oh, we outta get one suited for you.” She said, turning the stroller so her child could see it.

Scootaloo turned to face the glass, her reflection in full view. It was only now that she realized, she’d been nursing her bottle of milk for quite a few minutes now. Blushing a bit, she answered, “Hehe, it is cute.” She said, adverting her attention away from the bottle and at the dress. The dress was a basically a doll-dress. It was yellow in design, had a bit of a frilly white apron with a duck in the center, and ruffled skirt that matched it’s sewed on diaper cover.

“Awe, no wonder it’s so fancy.” Fluttershy giggled, turning the stroller away from the store. It was quite evidently, Rarity’s Boutique. A curious thought came to mind for Fluttershy, “You wanna visit Rarity?” she questioned.

“Umm…” Scootaloo looked down and giggled, sheepishly. “Maybe later, If I’m gonna meet her as a ‘toddler’ than I’d at least want to look a little nicer.” She commented.

Fluttershy giggled, “Hehe, I guess you’re right. Maybe we can stop by later and I can get her to make you a couple outfits.”

Scootaloo sat back in her seat again, waiting patiently as she was continuously pushed down the street. She felt sudden warmth grow between her legs, but she hardly paid attention. Curiously, she jabbed the front of her nappy only to realize that it made no difference. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure if she just peed or not.

As she watched the various lightly dressed women, men, teenagers, and children pass by. The realization of just how small she was, really hit her. She was eight, but didn’t come up to nearly the height of the other children that were walking around; and they didn’t wear baby clothes or wear diapers either. Nervously, she stuck the nipple of her bottle in her mouth and lightly suckled.

Stepping relatively slowly already, Fluttershy eventually came to a full stop. Turning the heavily pink clad stroller, she cheered, “We’re here baby.” She was careful not to utter Scootaloo’s real name, she didn’t want to embarrass her girl in case anyone significant was nearby.

Scootaloo felt as the stroller and its plastic black wheels mounted the doorway’s entrance before dropping unto the store’s hard tiled floor. She looked up in awe at the Ice cream shop’s selection. Everything was wood finished and glimmered with colorful ice cream and toppings.

Walking up to the counter with her stroller, Fluttershy stood in front of her baby and smiled. She unstrapped her girl and lifted her into a cradle hug, putting Scootaloo and her soggy nappy in full view of the store.

“Now baby, what kinda ice cream do you want?” Fluttershy asked, using her free hand to brush her daughter's hair out of her face. She watched as Scootaloo made a distinctive grunting noise and pointed towards the ice cream and its various toppings.

Scootaloo meanwhile, despite feeling a bit shy, was also somewhat delighted to be seen. While her mommy waited for the cashier to get down scooping the ice cream, she turned her head to see if anyone was paying attention.

To Scootaloo’s surprise, no one even seemed to notice her; with the exception of an elderly women, flashing her a smile and a hand wave. She smiled, blushing slightly at the prospect. She turned her head back around and rested it on her mommy’s shoulder.

“Awe, there you are.” A somewhat scrawny, but photogenic brunette girl said, sticking a spoon in the bowl, then handed off the ice cream to Fluttershy. Looking over at Scootaloo, she waved a hand, “You enjoy sweetie.”

Fluttershy smiled, setting her baby back into the stroller. Then set the ice cream untop of the tray. Stepping behind the cart, she waved a hand at the cashier, “Have a nice day.”

“Hmm?” Scootaloo questioned, noticing that she was moving forward.

“Hehe…” Fluttershy giggled, making her way towards the door. “I know you probably don’t want to. But, there’s more space elsewhere. You do have a pretty big stroller after all.”

Outside of the ice-cream parlor, the women continued to push her child merrily down the boardwalk like sidewalk of their small down.

From Scootaloo’s perspective, she was fairly limited sight wise by the awning that surrounded her. But, gradually she noticed the amount of sun bathed civilians dissipate and watched as the once densely packed small town brick buildings became less and less frequent.

She picked up her runny strawberry ice-cream and brought to her mouth. She could feel the chilled air brush up against her lips as she lightly nommed the contents off her plastic spoon. It was strange, but she hadn’t realized just how warm it was outside.

Fluttershy, after traveling for quite a while, eventually stopped at a bench on the outskirts of town. “Are you enjoying your ice cream?” she asked, crossing one of her legs over the other.

Scootaloo nodded, looking up at her mommy. It was funny, but Fluttershy’s hair seemed to be radiating like a light bulb because of the sunset in the background. Coupled with her crystal blue eyes and she looked really pretty. She stood, dumbfounded for reasons she didn’t quite grasp.

Fluttershy chuckled using a napkin she had to wipe the child’s chin. It was funny, but Scootaloo really did have her face; and her hair for that matter, very thick and straight despite the color difference.

Blushing, the girl kicked her feet around a bit then set her ice cream down. She looked down at her crotcg and nudged her nappy with her hand; it was wet. Looking up at Fluttershy, she asked with a calm anxiety “Mommy, is this normal?”

Fluttershy blinked for a second, taking in the question. Sheepishly, she smiled at her child. “Hehe, not exactly. But it’s not that strange either. Plenty of kids are late bloomers and you’re not even that. You’re a regular kid that just doing a favor, you know?” she said, sugar coating it.

“Really?” The child asked excitingly. She already knew she was pretty typical, but ‘helpful’ was something exciting to her.

“Yeah. And if you go by your new age, you’re the smartest wittle toddler ever.” The mother giggled, leaning in to rub her child’s fringed orange hair a bit.

Scootaloo melted at the touch of her mommy’s hand. The sun’s glow already relaxed her, but there was something about Fluttershy’s loving touch that made her feel particularly cozy, like she was being praised by something bigger than her. She felt something shake in her tummy, then before she knew it, she felt her backside warm up a bit.

“Oh-my.” Fluttershy giggled, looking down at her child’s pants. The cloth diaper was soaked through; as were her gray leggings. “Awe, well someone’s a wittle heavy wetter.” She teased, retracting her hand from her girl’s head.

“It didn’t even feel it.” Scootaloo muttered, a bit frightened by her own incontinence. She looked down anxiously at her accident
.

Coddling the child with her words, the mother patronized, “Awe, it’s okay baby. Wittle toddwers have accidents. At least you’re getting used to it.” She said, dropping her tone a bit as she stood up.

Scootaloo sat back in her stroller and crossed her arms, pouting indignantly. She wasn’t a baby.

***

“Scootaloo, no means no.” Fluttershy commanded sternly, trying to keep her child from throwing any more cleaning supplies from her changing table. She had already tried talking to the girl and it wasn’t helping; the only thing keeping her on the table was the safety strap.

Scootaloo pouted, kicking her legs. “But I don’t need diapers!” She whined, throwing a bit of a tantrum.

“Listen, I’ll put you in Pullups, but you still have to use them. I’m not allowed to deviate from the experiment. I doubt you wanna use a plastic potty all the time anyway.” The mother remarked, picking up her package of night time pampers.

“I’m notta baby, I’m not, I’m not!” The child yelled red at the face and with tears in her eyes.

Very carefully, Fluttershy leaned over and picked the package of pink training pants of the ground and set them in front of her. Almost immediately, her child tried kicking them off the table.

Closing her eyes, Fluttershy huffed. “Listen Scootaloo, I can’t give you any leniency if you’re gonna keep acting like a baby. Now are you going to behave or not?” She asked, grabbing her child’s feet to stop them.

Scootaloo screamed, flailing her hands and feet around as much as she could, bust into a frenzy of crying and rage. Denounced to her mommy, it was really her aching tummy talking for her. She was aching and she wasn’t able to think straight.

“Alright.” Fluttershy remarked, pulling out one of the night time diapers. She kept the child’s legs as calm as she could get them and pushed the diaper underneath her bottom. Very quickly, she pulled the front end of the nappy up and taped the back snug around the front.
She let go of her daughter’s feet, then leaned forward undoing her daughter’s waist strap. Immediately, she leaped in and picked up her daughter, offering no time for a retreat.

Scootaloo expected screaming or yelling, but instead she was held up into the air and given a tight squeeze against her mother in complete silence. Unable to control her temperance, she cried helplessly.

“Poor baby.” Fluttershy cooed, patting her child’s diapered rump. She felt a bit dis-genuine, but she was supposed to treat her daughter like a toddler and she could bring herself to scold a child that couldn’t comprehend it- and it was quite clear that Scootaloo couldn’t comprehend it.

She took a deep breath and sighed, idly walking the girl out of the nursery. Pacing down the hallway with her distraught daughter clinging onto her for some sort of archaic affirmation, it was clear one thing needed to be done. She needed to calm her baby down.

Author's Note

This chapter is filler if I've ever written it. It's an important chapter, but it's a bit 'meh'. I've been in between writing this chapter and writing what will be a new story arch for "Magical Mystery Nursery".

If things go accordingly and I'm feeling particularly inspired, I'll get chapter three of "Magical Mystery Nursery" done by the end of tomorrow and I'll have a new chapter of this story posted by the end of the month.

That being said, I'm looking forward to writing more of this story. I have already started the next chapter and it's been one of my favorite to write of anything I've written, in quite a while.

Anyhow, enjoy and have a nice day! ~England :twilightsmile: