Pattycakes: Needs

Applejack had the best night with her good ol' friend Rainbow than she'd had in awhile with anypony else.

They drank, sang, joked, and even broke a few things in a heated argument before passing out.

...

But, that was then.

Applejack sighed as she knocked on the door of her...friend's house, hollering, "Uh...F-Fluttershy! I'm 'ere! Just...err, waitin' ou'side for ya."

Fluttershy opened the door, grinning with excitement.

Kinda weird. Almost as if she'd been waiting at the door the entire time.

I really darn hope this mare wasn't hidin' behind dat door dis whole time.

Fluttershy allowed A.J. indoors, then promptly shut the door behind her.

Then, locked it with a awfully-heavy padlock, which almost didn't fit the door.

And, placed the key in her mane.

Applejack raised an eyebrow, stating plainly, "Ya know...I'm not just gonna up and leave, right? I mean, why lock the door?"

Fluttershy tilted her head, eyes narrowing as she slipped out, "Oh, wouldn't want the baby to go where they don't belong."

Applejack huffed, snorting out dust as she raised her hooves to the sky, "Dammit, mare. Why is it you can't go one day nowadays without soundin' as crazy as a possum on roller skates?!"

Fluttershy giggled, walked over to A.J., pat her head condescendingly, then strolled into the kitchen to retrieve...a baby bottle.

Applejack glared at the bottle, neck cracking as if a battle were to ensue, "Get that crap out of my face."

Fluttershy leaned against the doorframe, chuckling as sh corrected her 'foal', "It's not directly in your face yet, sweetheart."

"Then, outta my sight!"

Fluttershy waved it in her hoof in a circular motion, flicking a few drops here and there onto the wooden flooring, remarking casually, "Do you really think I could force this on you? You are much stronger than I am, Applejack. I'm no lunatic."

Sure, you're not a lunatic. You're just off your damn medication, is that it?!

Applejack wanted proof, motioning that Flutters drink it before she even stepped hoof any closer to the motherly mare.

Fluttershy took the hint, and ran with it, sipping from the bottle until it was a third gone.

She took deep pleasure in watching Applejack squirm at Fluttershy's joy from drinking from a ba-ba again.

Fluttershy popped it out dramatically, little dribbles of the creamy milk dashing down her lips as she grinned once more.

She shook the bottle happily, beckoning with her wings for Applejack to join her, seductively cooing, "Come to momma, baby. The bottle's tasty. Mmmm-hmmmm."

Applejack sighed, rolled her eyes, then straddled up to the demented pony, yanked the bottle out of her hoof, then guzzled the contents of the drink down before Fluttershy could attempt to have her drink it the her way.

Fluttershy shook her head in disappointment, "You really did it. Good. Now, my job's a tad bit easier."

Applejack growled as she saw Fluttershy make a move towards her stomach, but didn't bite or thrash...despite how close Fluttershy remained after the warning.

Fluttershy sat on the ground after realizing the effects hadn't taken effect just yet, "Hey, I was only doing what was for the best for my baby Jackie. If she wants to get my nice clean floors dirty by not letting me feel her stomach, then fine. But, you'll get a spanking afterwards if you do so. Just stating that right now."

Applejack didn't quite understand what Fluttershy was sayiing as she felt her eyes begin to swirl in circles.

Fluttershy left her front row seat to the show of a lifetime, instead rationalizing that she get a diaper A.J. could wear comfortably.

Applejack tried to call out to Fluttershy to return for questioning, but clutching her belly was much more important right now.

Fluttershy promptly returned with a big diaper, prepping it by ripping the tabs apart.

She said as she placed it behind Applejack, "When you're ready, we can begin."

Applejack said a final few words before her vocabulary turned to mush, "W-wha h-hap?"

Fluttershy stood directly behind A.J., patting the grown mare's plot as she discussed the trick played on her, "You saw me drink that concoction, but didn't ask how old it was. See, that brew is a former batch of mine. I discovered it didn't work on Pegasi after trying it out on my brother. But, it does work on Unicorns and Earth-Ponies. How wonderfully weird is that?"

Applejack couldn't hoofle the pressure anymore, falling down onto the diaper as she groaned in pain.

Fluttershy helped her big foal out by laying her fully onto the ground, petting her stomach for a bit, then finishing up the taping of the tabs on the diaper.

She smiled down onto her current baby-brained honey-bunches by asking kindly, "Are you having little one problems? Baby need go one? Or, go t-"

Fluttershy's question was cut off by the loud passing of gas by Applejack, who giggled to herself as she made a very unladylike sound. She clapped her hooves in pleasure as her diaper expanded from poop rushing to land in the drop zone.

Applejack's front hooves held her back hooves out of instinct, surprisingly helpful in unloading the rest of her fresh manure into her padded babyish garment without further delays.

Fluttershy continued to rub her hoof around parts of Applejack. She especially made sure to also press down onto the poor pony's stomach gently, hearing the tell-tale signs of messing coming to a close, but wanted to be sure the diaper wouldn't be puffed out by more surprises meant for mommies.

Applejack wasn't phased by the icky mush taking up space in her diaper's back end, finding the warm feeeling to be sort-of fun, of all things.

She kicked her hooves lazily, not needing or even finding a point to do so aside the infantile desire to.

She giggled, pressing into her own dirty diaper with her mommy viewing up at her, happy her parental audience was as interested in her diaper as the adult-foal currently was.

Fluttershy -- after several moments of viewing this new fantasy come to life -- decided enough playtime was enough, shooing Applejack's elusive hooves out of the way of the ruined diaper. Assisting the confused adult-foal in getting to her hooves, which suddenly felt as foreign as talking to A.J. this moment, Fluttershy directed her new baby to the nursery for a cleaner diaper than what she joyfully babbled on.

Today's going to a long day, and I'd have it no other way. Heh.