Fluttershy the Foalsitter

Chapters

Chapter One: Baby Daze
Chapter Two: Warm and Sunny
Chapter Three: Lazy Time
Chapter Four: Bed Time
Chapter Five: Swing
Chapter Six: Market
Chapter Seven: Nap Time

Chapter One: Baby Daze

“I’m not going to lie. I don’t know exactly what I got myself into.”…

Sweetie Belle woke as bright and as early as she always did. Not that there was really a need to. School just got out, there was no homework to do, and there were no bullying comments to keep her up at night. Everything felt great. Everything that is, except for a slight rumbling of her stomach.

There was no denying it. Despite having ate a big dinner last night, the young white filly was still starving. She was quick to shake her way out of her poofy pink comforter and flop her way onto her carpeted floor.

“Sweetie?” Rarity questioned, peaking her head through the doorway. She slowly paced her way inside and offered her little sister a loving hoof. “You alright there?” She asked, lifting the young filly up.

“Of course!” Sweetie answered, hopping to her hooves as perky as ever. “Did you make breakfast already? Please tell me you did!” She asked, with a puppy like beg in her eyes.

Rarity ruffled her sister’s mane, then turned her tail to her. “Why, yes. I made your favorite lunch-“ She paused, watching as Sweetie Belle bolted out of the door. Happily, she pranced after Sweetie.

“Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!” Sweetie cheered, happier than ever that her favorite meal really was made. It was incredible, the waffles and the fruit were prepared just how she liked them and they even had jam on them, versus an abundance of syrup like they usually would.

By the time Rarity made her way down to the kitchen table, her little sister had already thoroughly started scarfing away at her foot. It was a really unlady like of her, definitely something other than what she was taught to do. Usually she’d comment, but she didn’t want to upset Sweetie Belle; especially not this morning.

Taking her seat, she coyly drank some milk as she continued watching the little one had a go at her food. “So Sweetie.” Rarity put on a false grin, pulling out a little black leather book from a satchel that sat atop of an adjacent chair.

“What? The breakfast is really good by the way.” Sweetie remarked, smiling happily at her sister as a little bit of strawberry jam dripped off her chin and unto her thighs.

‘Gross.’ Rarity thought to herself. But she had to maintain as jovial of an environments as possible. Giving Sweetie a reluctant smile, she opened her little booklet and slowly pushed it across to table.

Curiously, Sweetie Belle leaned forward and took a glance at the book. “What’s that?” Sweetie asked, taking a swig of some rather odd tasting milk.

“Oh, that.” Rarity said, tapping her wooden table with her hoof. She’d rehearsed what to say a thousand times in her head, but for some reason the words didn’t come to her properly. “That- is an idea. Uh- project, that Fluttershy and I have been considering for quite a while.”

Sweetie Belle looked around at her sister’s somewhat country quaint kitchen, searching for a towel. Finding a napkin instead, she wiped her lip and then her inner thigh. “What’s special about it?” She asked, finding the picture rather confusing. It was a picture of a bunch of baby stuff scattered about a regular looking living room and bedroom. “Actually, is that Fluttershy’s cottage? What’s up with that?” She asked, her interest peaked, “Is she getting into babysitting?”

“You could say that.” Rarity said, shutting the book. “You know how you’ve said you wanted to go to the spa lately?”

“Yeah.” Sweetie Belle dead panned.

“Cause you’ve been feeling stressed at school and you’ve been wanting to- uh, unwind?” Rarity gestured, picking up a napkin and courtesly wiped her sister’s chin.

“Yeah.” Sweetie Belle asked, a tad more enthusiastic this time. She didn’t know what her sister was getting at, but it sound exciting.

“Well. Fluttershy is offering to pamper you.” Rarity chuckled, giggling at her own pun. Noticing her sister’s still confusion, she coughed and regained a trusting tone. “Uh. Well Fluttershy wants you to come over and look after you for a bit.”

“Is she babysitting fillies and colts now? Does she want practice?” Sweetie asked, curious. Being foal sat didn’t seem too bad, it wasn’t like Applejack didn’t do it a lot for her anyway. Besides, the last time she slept over at Fluttershy’s, she had a blast!

Nodding, Rarity smiled awkwardly. “Yes. Fluttershy wants to become a nanny of sorts. Not just a regular baby sitter, but a caretaker. It’s hard to describe really, but she’d really appreciate your help.”

“I’d be happy to help!” Sweetie Belle beamed, waggling her tail like an eager puppy. “She’s always been so supportive of the CMC and our crusade to get our Cutie Marks. I’d love to help her!” She said hopping out of her seat, all while leaving her dishes behind.

“Quite.” Rarity whispered to herself, staring blankly at her sister’s dirty dishes. A part of her felt bad for the set up. But on the other hoof, it wasn’t like Sweetie Belle wouldn’t mind a good foal treatment. Sweetie Belle was always rather sensitive for a seven year old; let alone emotionally clingy. One thing was for curtain, it was going to be interesting to see how things turn out.

***

“Are you ready Sweetie?” Rarity asked, warmly as she grabbed her sister’s two extra saddlebags worth of stuff. Typically she wouldn’t subject herself to menial labor, but Sweetie was doing her a big favor.

Sweetie came galloping out of her room with the same kind of enthusiasm you’d expect from a filly going to night camp. “I’m ready, I’m ready!” She cheered, following behind her sister. She made her way down the steps, clip clopping her hooves happily every step of the way.

Most of her summers she spent with her parents in their boring lake house. But for once, she was going to spend the summer in a forest cottage. There was so much more to do, especially with all of Fluttershy’s animal friends. There were creeks, gardens, picnic areas, and a nearly infinite amount of forest area and creek beds to explore. It was exciting, really.

Rarity followed behind Sweetie, hardly keeping up with her sister’s fast little scurrying pace. “Sweetie Belle, please. You’re going dreadfully quick for some pony with such tiny little hooves.” She commented, following her sister out the door. “I know Fluttershy told us you didn’t need to pack many things, but are you sure you don’t want to do a quick recount-no? O-okay.”

For a good twenty minutes or so, Rarity had to chase her sister down the dirt path of Ponyville, making sure nothing happened to Sweetie Belle the whole way through. It didn’t help that it was a cloudless day and that the lack of traffic meant that there was no excuse to slow down.

After what seemed like an eternity of chasing down the young filly, the two finally arrived in the Everfree forest outskirts. A refuge from the sun, Rarity was more than delighted once they made it. And what do you know? Fluttershy was right outside her cottage, relaxing in the sun.

Fluttershy raised an eyebrow at the two. Sweetie Belle seemed to skitter across the ground in a fast pace manner that kicked up more dirt than a tiny dustbowl. All the while, poor Rarity was desperately veering from side to side, trying to avoid choking on the cloud as she went.

It was no surprise that Sweetie Belle was the first one to hop over the several hills and valleys that surrounded her cottage and arrive right at her fore hooves. Looking down, Fluttershy nodded. “Hello, Sweetie Belle.” She paused, watching Rarity recover from her five second lag, “Hehe, hello Rarity. How are you two doing?”

“Great!” Sweetie Belle chimed, waggling her tail as eagerly as ever.

Rarity on the other hoof came right behind her sister and dropped to her hindquarters like the weight of the world was crushing her. “Won-wonderful.” She spurted out.

“Oh my, hehe. Maybe I should give you a bath instead.” Fluttershy teased, taking Rarity’s saddle bags off her hooves. “Thanks for helping so much by the way. I’ll be sure to send you the pictures right away.”

“N-no problem.” Rarity turned her tail to the other two, before slowly pacing away.

Fluttershy frowned a tad, reaching out a hoof. “Rarity, are you sure you don’t want to stay for a lemonade or something? Maybe get Sweetie and I acquainted.”

“No, no. I’m quite alright. I’ll just- I’ll just lay on the grass here for a minute while you two get situated inside. Tootaloo.” Rarity said, planting her face into her hooves and falling to the ground.

“Oh, okay then. After you Sweetie.” Fluttershy offered, opening the door for the white filly.

“Thanky!” Sweetie Belle cheered, stepping lightly through the doorway. The door shut behind and Fluttershy hit the light, giving a clear perspective of everything that Fluttershy’s property entailed.

“Oh-wow. It does look nice, doesn’t it?” Fluttershy gestured, helping get all of Sweetie’s stuff off her back and set away by the door.

To her astonishment, Sweetie Belle was quick to notice that Fluttershy’s entire living room had been transformed into a bit of a more ‘foal-friendly’ place. There was an area in the corner, sectioned off with a white vinyl fence that enclosed a fluffy carpet and a colorful cubby. Notably, there were also rather colorful foal furnishings, also with a white vinyl exterior, such as foal swing and walker.

“Wow, it really looks like you put away a lot of money for your baby-sitting business.” Sweetie Belle commented, brushing some dirt off from her chest.

Fluttershy smiled, nomming the back of Sweetie Belle’s neck and carrying her off.

“Eep! Oh, hehe. Rarity did mention a bath sometime before we left out house, I-I can walk if you want.” Sweetie commented, feeling rather embarrassed by the prospect of being carried.

Without uttering a word, not like she could, Fluttershy joyfully carried Sweetie to the bathroom and set her gently on the bathroom mat.

Looking up at Fluttershy, Sweetie noticed how the mare more than doubled her in size. “Uh, Fluttershy? Why am I taking a bath?”

“Cause silly.” Fluttershy said, climbing over the glazed outside of the tub and turned on the spiket. She waved a hoof underneath it, making it sure it was just warm enough to be comfortable. Fluttershy sat her rump down into the back of the bathtub and moved the lingering showerhead out of Sweetie’s way, giving the little one room to move a bit.

“I guess a bath sounds nice.” Sweetie Belle said, climbing into the tub with the help of Fluttershy’s hooves.

Sweetie Belle said sitting her own rump down into the warm water of the tub. She looked up at Fluttershy, still a bit confused by the prospect of taking a shower with a mare. She never bathed with another pony, atleast not anypony aside from a CMC member.

Fluttershy turned her head to the side, but kept a warm smile on her face. “What do you mean Sweetie Belle? I’m just trying to give you a nice, carefree bath. I want you to feel as refreshed as possible!” she said, joyfully picking up the shower head and gently running it over Sweetie Belle’s back.

“I-I guess that’s alright.” Sweetie said., blushing a bit as she melted at the touch of the warm water. She laid on her tummy and planted her chin in her hooves.

“That’s a good girl.” Fluttershy cooed, running the warm water up and down the matted, tapered hair on Sweetie’s back until everything was wetted down.

Sweetie Belle was weirdly content with the sensation of warm water pouring onto the nape of her neck and gushing like a rolling brook around every individual hair follicle.

Fluttershy started humming a gentle tone for a minute ro two, giving Sweetie time to rest properly. “Now that you’re nice and ready, Aunty Fluttershy is going to make you feel all nice and comfortable.” She cooed, pouring a globe of baby shampoo into her hooves, then began lathering the filly’s back.

“Such a good girl.” Fluttershy commented, watching as Sweetie Belle became stiller and stiller. “I can tell you’re enjoying this. Who like her little bathy time?”

“Me…” Sweetie Belle moaned, feeling content in the hooves of her caretaker and the warm water.

Fluttershy leaned over and lathered the childs scalped, gently closing her eyes as she did so. “Don’t worry Sweetie, this’ll only be a second longer.” She kindly spoke, running the shower head back over the child’s scalp and down her back one last time.

Sweetie Belle smiled, feeling her every muscle transcend it’s stain and finely unwind itself, until she felt weightless under the loving guidance of Fluttershy’s actions.

“Good girl.” Fluttershy cooed again. She sat up from the tub and grabbed the child’s barrel with her hooves. “Now I know this is gonna be difficult, but I need you to be a big filly and sit up on your little tushie.”

“Nnn.” Sweetie Belle grunted, pushing herself onto her backside; truthfully, with Fluttershy doing almost all of the work.

“Good girl!” Fluttershy encourage yet again. She brought out a puffy white towel and wrapped it around Sweetie’s Back, then rubbed it as cordially as possible. She was much easier to dry than any of her animal friends, they would always put up a fuss after a bath. Sweetie Belle was so much more patient; she loved it.

Sweetie Belle meanwhile, patiently waited as Fluttershy finished drying her off. Rarity was right, it really was like Fluttershy was running her own spa. So early in the morning and she was already ready to fall asleep. How would she manage staying awake at this rate?

“Easy now.” Fluttershy said, hopping out of the tub and sitting her own soggy behind on the plush white bathroom matt. She helped her new found filly out of the tub and onto the matt as well. “Was that fun?” She asked Sweetie, looking down at her in the condescendingly warm way any foal’s parent would.

“A-a little.” Sweetie admitted, perking up a bit. If it were any other pony but Fluttershy, she might be a bit creeped out. But she knew Fluttershy was just a motherly mare. In fact, it was kind of welcoming to be treated so delicately for once.

Fluttershy nodded, “Good.” She said, grabbing Sweetie’s towel and hung it on its proper rack. “Now, you wanna follow me to your new room for the summer? I promise we can do something fun, just as soon as I get you packed in.”

“Sounds good to me.” Sweetie answered, following Fluttershy out into the hallway. She sat her rump down once again, outside a room with a pink set of wooden letters that read “Sweetie Belle” tailored to a white door. It excited her, Fluttershy went through with getting her a her very own custom made decoration. “Can I open it?” she asked, her energy levels ramped up like they were before the shower.

“Let me.” Fluttershy said, opening the door and trailing inside, eagerly following Sweetie Belle in. She flicked on the lights, revealing a very girl, very ‘foal’ decorated room. Complete with not only a princess like, white cot. But also another baby swing, a wardrobe, a series of lots of pink fabric toy cubbies, and a changing table that matched her cot.

Sweetie’s jaw dropped and her mood crashed like a plane with one wing. She looked around at the room and its froofy, blushed coloured everything. How perfect a colour choice too, because that’s exactly the shade of pink her face turned.

“Y-you don’t l-like it?” Fluttershy asked, frowning a bit as she got on her hooves in front of the filly. “I-I thought y-you-you’d really like it.” She said, before her eyes welled with tears and she planted her face into the white carpeted ground.

“W-what? Why would I want this? It’s just a stupid baby room!” Sweetie objected, insensibly throwing her hooves in the air like a spoiled toddler.

Fluttershy peaked her eyes from over her hooves, “I-I thought. Rarity and I went over e-ever-everything. I-I th-thought you l-lii-liked girly.”

“It’s not the girly I don’t like. It’s the- the baby- the foal. I’m notta foal.” Sweetie said, objectively defending herself. “W-why would you think I’d be okay with this?”

“C-cause.” Fluttershy said, blushing a deep red herself. “Rarity said you wanted to. I-I shouldn’t have taken her word for certainty I guess.” She added, feeling silly for not questioning things sooner.

“It’s alright.” Sweetie said, walking up to Fluttershy and rubbing her fluffy pink mane with her hoof. “I don’t blame you. I mean.” She stopped, looking up at the nursery and it’s incredible detail, “It is all pretty impressive.”

“Do you think so?” Fluttershy asked, wiping her eyes then sat up straight again. She smiled, coyly, “I-I still think you might enjoy being a f-foal. If you w-wanna try, maybe. You don’t have to though.” She said, trying to play things off nicely.

Worried, Sweetie Belle stepped around the room and looked at all the furniture. “I dunno.” She said, unsure of whether skipping out on getting the foal treatment would devastate Fluttershy or not. Truthfully, the room did look kinda nice once she got past the part about it being five years too young for her. “I-is anyone going to see me in here?” She asked, uncertainly sitting on a pink play mat infront of the changing table.

“Of course not.” Fluttershy cooed, stepping up to the filly in the same way she would a stray cat. “Why, I wouldn’t ever let anybody else know about something you want to keep secret. It’s your privacy afterall and I’d do anything to make sure you always feel safe and warm in this house.”

The filly thought about it for just a split second, falling victim to the peer pressure. “W-why I don’t know. I-I guess if you promise to keep things a secret between us, I-I’ll trust you to baby me. It might be fun.” She added, smiling shyly.

“Oh, really?” Fluttershy lit up, running over to the filly. She lifted her in her hooves and flew her in the air a bit, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She said, exhilarated by the prospect. “Awe, my baby.” She grinned as she hugged the filly, “You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve always wanted a foal.”

Sweetie Belle smiled a bit proudly as she sat on top of the changing table’s stain proof mat; a bit like her own little throne. Although, the reality of what the changing table was really for, caught up with the filly pretty quick as a hoof planted on the center of her chest and gently pushed her unto her back.

The prospect of being diapered didn’t freak her out, but it did riddle her with the same type of anxiety she’d get presenting infront of the class; she felt like everyone was watching. So she focused her eyes on the mobile and let herself become encapsulated in the way the cool-coloured pony ballerinas turned in their primly posed manner. It was bizarre, but the way the branches of the mobile moved meant that every turn brought about a slightly different outcome.

Fluttershy didn’t say a word as she busted out her new foal-powder for the first time ever. “Funny, I thought you’d say something against being diapered.” She said out loud, curious of Sweetie Belle’s input. But clearly, Sweetie Belle was distracted by mobile. Assuming the filly was smart enough to know what the changing table was and still not object, she preceded to poor a plentiful amount of the powder straight unto the filly’s backside and chest.

“Easy.” Sweetie Belle whined, feeling the powder’s odor seep straight into her nostrils as she inhaled. She closed her eyes, then fixated them on the mobile again.

“Did you ever want to try being a ballerina Sweetie Belle?” Fluttershy asked, setting a plastic turquois bag on the right next to Sweetie Belle’s hooves. She tore the package and pulled out a crisp, crinkly diaper.

Sweetie Belle swallowed awkwardly, but smiled. “I did- actually I still do.” She admitted, watching in awe as Fluttershy effortlessly lifted her little hooves into the air and slipped the poofy white foal nappy underneath her powdered backside.

“Awe, well do I have an outfit for you. Hehe!” Fluttershy teased, pulling the front end of the nappy over the girl’s waist and taping the back tapes onto the front. “I’m just kidding.” She added, as if it were necessary to explain herself.

“You don’t say?” Sweetie Belle asked, a tad confused as to how the nappy was so big as she sat up. It was bizzare, but the thing hugged not only her waist, but went a third of the way up her tummy.

From Sweetie’s gaze alone, it was obvious that she was confused. “Sorry, I guess Rarity got the measurements wrong.” She confessed, feeling a bit irresponsible again. “Doesn’t matter though; as long as the nappy isn’t too tight, you should be good.” She said, picking the filly up and holding her against her chest.

“I guess.” Sweetie Belle said, a bit caught off guard by the numbed feeling the nappy gave her backside. Four years out of diapers, but the sensation felt like it never left. She knew Fluttershy was patting her padded backside with her hoof, but it felt strangely calm; a bit like a weightless vibration.

Fluttershy sat on the ground and continued to hold the filly close, only occasionally rubbing Sweetie Belle’s back or backside. “Oh, you’re such a cute darling. I just know you’re going to love being a foal.”

“T-thanks.” Sweetie Belle spoked, with a puzzled look on her face. She hadn’t been hugged so hard in years. It didn’t feel like the kind of formal hug she’d get from her family either. This was kinda hug that somepony longingly gives; someone who doesn’t didn’t to let go.

“My baby.” Fluttershy inaudibly whispered to herself as she set the filly on the ground. She looked down at Sweetie Belle and smiled, “So, do you wanna go outside for a bit? Or maybe we play a game indoors?”

“Outside seems nice.” She said, standing up and waddling step forward or two before falling back on her padded rump; the diaper would take a little while to get used to.

Author's Note

If you wondered where I went for so long, I've been going through a bit of a conflict in what I want to write.

At first I was reluctant on creating another story were Fluttershy was the mother figure. But then I realized that it's been over nine stories ago (nearly two years ago) that I wrote a story with Pony Fluttershy as character, and that I miss writing writing for ponies in general.

Like I never really noticed in when I was writing 'One More Time' but writing for humans is a lot more heavy handed than ponies because the involvement of AB/DL related content on some dark undertones. Not that they're not entertaining to write. But the use of ponies paves the way for a lot more comical situations and plot leniency and those elements really help to keep the story closer to the source material's heart.

I've really enjoyed writing something light-hearted again, which is why I intend on keeping this story regularly updated on a weekly to by-weekly basis.

I hope you enjoy and have a nice day! ~England

Chapter Two: Warm and Sunny

“Oh, geez.” Sweetie Belle moaned, stumbling forward like she had three left hooves. The diaper hugging her waist was more bulbous than she’d expected.

Fluttershy was enamored by the spectacle in front of her. “Hehe, slow down silly.” She said, pacing over to Sweetie then petted her mane with a hoof.

Sweetie planted her padded backside squarely on the ground and crossed her hooves, “Diapers are stupid! Why do I even need to wear one?”

“Oh, that.” Fluttershy shyly turned her eyes away from the child before bringing them back, center focus. “Well, let’s just say they’re to make you feel more relaxed.” She answered, bringing the child to all of her fours with an encouraging hoist. “I know the waddling might be a bit awkward at first. But like all little fillies and colts, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it!”

Sweetie Belle stood up and focused her eyes on the white cot, completely ignoring her caretaker’s words. Determined, she waddle forward pacing on the plush carpeted ground until she reached her destination.

“Sweetie?” Fluttershy asked, watching as the little one turned back around with a big smile on her face.

“See, I told you I could do it!” Sweetie cheered, preforming a little victory hop. She focused her eyes on Fluttershy, the made a straight path to her.

“Well, you’re right. You can certainly waddle wike a big fiwwy!” Fluttershy patronized, reaching her hooves out to the child.

Blinded by her own momentary pride, Sweetie Belle beamed. “You really mean it?” She asked, anxious for Fluttershy’s approval. She lept into Fluttershy’s hooves, letting herself be lifted into a loving over the shoulder hug.

“That’s right.” Fluttershy cooed, stepping out of the room with her remaining three hooves.

“Mmm.” Sweetie Belle closed her eyes and hugged Fluttershy’s chest. However, the realization of movement made her eyes open like window shades on a sunny day, “Wait, where are we going?”

Fluttershy continued, patiently strolling down the hallway before arriving by a storage closet. “Well.” She smiled, silently eager to reveal her surprise. “You like carriage rides right?”

“Yeah!” Sweetie said, oblivious to Fluttershy’s intent. It wasn’t like she ever dealt with much foal stuff in her brief adolescent life. She did however know about carriages rides and she really like them. They were a bit like trains, except a whole lot less noisy, and extraordinarily more comfortable.

Beaming, Fluttershy leaped up and down for joy in her mind. “Well, what do you say to this?” She asked, using her free hoof to open a big white door, revealing a stylish big black and pink stroller.

“Ooh, what’s that?” Sweetie Belle asked, as she was set in involuntarily; not that she minded. Leaning back, she was astonished of how soft the cushions were. It was like a chair covered in genuine Clouds Dale cloud pillows.

“You like it?” Fluttershy asked, pulling the stroller out of the closet and into the living room’s natural light.

“It is really comfortable.” Sweetie Belle admitted, closing her eyes and relaxing. Not only did her back feel adequately embellished, but so did her neck; it really felt like she was sinking into the cushions.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Fluttershy answered in her own subtle victorious tone. It was a small win for any caretaker, having your baby comply to a safer alternative and still enjoy it. Sweetie Belle would get plenty of time practice waddling, but she needed to be able to do it more naturally if she was going to let her do it outside.

Sweetie Belle watched as a set of hooves appeared in front of her and buckled her in safely. It seemed like a bit of overkill, with the tray right ahead of her, but she understood the desire from caution. Fluttershy always was a cautious mare after all.

Fluttershy looked at her foal with a big welcoming smile. This is seemed weirdly like the right time to test Sweetie Belle’s limits. The more babyish she could get Sweetie, the better. Really, she had no reason to test Sweetie outside her own curiosity. That and Rarity did want to try some outfits on Sweetie Belle.

“Say, if we’re going outside are you going to get thirsty? Because I can pack you something to drink.” Fluttershy added, curious as to what to pack for a little snack.

Smiling, the child kicked her back hooves and asked, “Do you have any orange juice? Cause orange juice sounds really yummy.”

“Hehe, of course.” Fluttershy replied, delighted to cater to her filly. She walked away to the kitchen, “Mind sitting still for Aunty Fluttershy, while she packs your stuff?”

“Of course not.” Sweetie Belle answered, quite positive that she could be patient. It was a trait that big fillies had and she knew she was still a big filly at heart.

In the kitchen, Fluttershy grabbed a very important accessory off the table; Sweetie Belle’s diaper bag. While she wasn’t positive there was going to be any diaper changing yet. She was curtain that the big floral themed bag would be a nice cool place to store a sippy cup of juice.

Throwing the bag over her shoulder, she grabbed one of the many pre-made sippy cups from the fridge and stored it in the bag.

“Hmm?” Sweetie questioned, feeling something move underneath her. From around her side came Fluttershy’s perky grin, beaming like she’d just preformed a miracle.

“Ready?” Fluttershy questioned, climbing behind the helm of the stroller’s handles.

“Kinda.” Sweetie Belle commented, nervously pawing at her shoulder with the opposing hoof. She bent her neck back very slightly and raised her eyebrows inquisitionally, “No one’s going to see me are they? You know the school would tear me apart if they noticed me wearing diapers.”

Chuckling lightly, Fluttershy shook her head. “Hehe, no no no. My cottage is on a very reclusive part of the town. Anybody that could see you would either have to invited through the front or cut through the Everfree Forest.” She leaned in for dramatic effect, “Which isn’t something any school filly would do.”

Agreeing with her caretaker’s words, she nodded. “Alright. I’m good then.” She said, joining her hooves together in her lap and smiling.

“Off we go.” Fluttershy cheered, gently pacing out of the door with the buggy occupying her fore hooves. Exiting the front door, she as well as her baby were greeted by the same cloudless sky that stuck around since the morning.

For Fluttershy, the sun meant there was a bit of squinting required in order to see. But for Sweetie Belle, her buggy’s awning let her see all the hills in valleys around the house.

It was incredible, just elegant everything was. A dirt road wrapped around the acre large property like a a big dusty brown serpent. Every lively green garden patch, every bountiful fruit tree, and every clear blue creek bed were connected by that dirt road.

As she traveled down the road, Sweetie could hear the subtle little pebbles pop as they were ran over by the buggy wheels. Ever more so, she could really see every detail of the green grass that surrounded the hardened down dirt path. Little white bunnies, brownie brown ferrets and chipmunks could all be seen frolicking around in the untrimmed grassy areas on the border between her cottage and the ever free forest.

“Hmmph.” Fluttershy grunted, pushing the cart up at a slight 30 degree angle. After a minute or two she stopped at the very top of a mostly flat fault of sorts and threw down the little rainbow coloured microfiber throw blanky, from the back of the buggy.

“Are we having a picnic? Cause I already ate a little while ago.” Sweetie Belle admitted, feeling a wavering guilt. She should have said something earlier.

Fluttershy smiled at the idea, but shook her head as she unbuckled the filly. “No, I just thought some outside time for you would be a good thing.” She said, lifting the filly up in her hooves and into the sunlight.

“Eep!” Sweetie said, cowering behind her hooves as the sunrays blasted her harder than a water hose to the face.

Acting fast, Fluttershy set her on the blanket and ran back to her cart to grab the diaper bag. “Oh, poor baby.” She cooed, putting the bag in front of the filly. She opened up the main section and started digging in, panicking a bit.

Peeking her eyes out from underneath her hooves, Sweetie Belle very slowly let her eyes adjust to the light. Underneath her was some sort of super soft pastel coloured blanket, although she already saw that. Focusing her sight on the inside of the diaper bag, she noticed Fluttershy pull out a tiny white silky bonnet of sorts.

Fluttershy fixated it on the filly’s head and watched as Sweetie Belle dropped her hooves to the ground. Sighing in relief, her concern didn’t drop as her little filly looked awkwardly offended at the site of the diaper bag.

“Wait? What is that thing?” Sweetie Belle asked, crawling over and looking inside. The overbearing smell of baby powder hit her as she started pawing around at the contents of the sack. There was a little purple and white sun suit that seemed to match the bonnet, a multicolored teething ring, a lot of medicine, baby powder, baby oil, about a dozen diapers, and a lot of other stuff. With an offended expression on her face, she looked up at Fluttershy.

“Sweetie Belle. That’s your diaper bag.” Fluttershy said as a matter of fact, “All foals have one. At least, any foal with a responsible parent would.”

“Why though? I don’t needa diaper bag.” She pouted, sitting up straight again and turning her glare towards her caretaker.

Fluttershy face hoofed, half wanting to laugh. For the sake of seriousness, she put on her motherly smile and looked down condesendly at the child. “Sweetie, the diaper bag is for emergencies; small emergencies. Like for when the suns in your eyes and you need a little sunhat to keep it out.”

Sweetie Belle’s pout turned into a frown, “But, I don’t have ‘emergencies’.” She turned towards Fluttershy and laid on her tummy, clearly distraught.

“Baby.” Fluttershy reassured, gently stroking the young filly’s mane. “I know you don’t have ‘emergencies. You could’ve made it without the hat, I know. But you’re supposed to let yourself go a bit, alright? You’re my foal, you have the right to demand a little bit more out of every pony else.”

The filly paused for a moment, but then looked up with a straight face, “But I don’t wanna be a burden.”

“Awe, Hehe. Silly filly.” Fluttershy said, picking her little one up and laying on her back. She rested Sweetie Belle’s tummy on her own chest and cooed, “You’re notta burden Sweetie Belle, I love making things feel all safe and loved.”

Instinctively, Sweetie Belle rested her head on her caretaker’s chest and wrapped her hooves around Fluttershy’s barrel.

The sun coloured mare closed her eyes and let her natural body heat, as well as the sky’s radiant bright light, warm both her and her little filly as she rested on her back.

“F-Fluttershy?” Sweetie Belle asked, timid in the situation she was in. She wasn’t used to this much physical affection, especially not from a friend.

“Yes, Lovey?” Fluttershy asked, gently resting one hoof underneath her little one’s padded backside and another around her back, encapsulating her in a full embrace.

Sweetie Belle fidgeted just a little, but then stopped, feeling perfectly content in the spot she was in. Fluttershy was awful comfortable, almost like her fur was its very own natural cushion to be laid on. Meekly, she asked, “I-is it alright that I like this?”

Without saying a single word, Fluttershy used the hoof that she was using to hug Sweetie’s Back and instead used it to brush her through the filly’s hair. “Shh…” She whispered, peaking her eyes forward just enough to watch as Sweetie Belle started fluttering her little magenta eyes closed.

“Mmm.” Sweetie Belle moaned, feeling everything from her little noggin to her tiny tummy go warm and her thoughts become blurry. Very suddenly, under the warm rays of the sun, the filly’s limbs went limp and she faded to sleep like smoke drifting away from a dying fire.

“Awe.” Fluttershy said, feeling rather content herself with Sweetie Belle lying on her chest as she did. There was quite a long while that she just stared idly up at the clouds. The abundance of day light and lack of humidity meant that the few clouds in the sky couldn’t be interpreted as anything else, they were just little stratus streaks in the sky.

After what she could only assume was twenty- maybe thirty minutes of cloud gazing, she could feel something weirdly sensual happen on her own tummy; almost like it pressed against a warm cup of coffee. “Uh, oh.” Fluttershy whispered, realizing what it was.

Very gently, she sat and carried Sweetie Belle with one arm back to her stroller. She set the filly in with utmost care and gently strapped her in. “Poor baby.” Fluttershy cooed to herself, somewhat amused by the prospect of what just happened. After a bit of repacking the diaper bag, she set it in the bottom of the buggy and set off.

The trip back didn’t take very long at all really, which was good. For Sweetie Belle’s sake, the intention was to get her back home and changed before she realized; she saw as a bit of a challenge really.

Groggily, Sweetie Belle flicked her eyes open and moaned; not noticing as her thighs awkwardly closed themselves around the nappy to adjust to the peculiar wetness. “Hmm? F-Fluttershy?” She questioned, feeling dazed and confused.

“Easy baby.” Fluttershy stopped, just a mere thirty feet away from the house, “No need to wake up baby. You’re just taking a nap.” She cooed, sticking a little purple pacifier in the child’s mouth before setting off again.

Typically, Sweetie Belle would have at least tried to spit out the pacifier. But the moment her tongue came in contact with its nipple, she closed her eyes and leaned back in her safety seat again.

“Good girl.” Fluttershy giggled, strolling along happily.

***

“Oh my, somepony really should have drunk that lemonade.” Fluttershy chuckled to herself quietly, undoing Sweetie’s diaper revealing a dark yellow stain.

Not minding the prospect too much, she balled up the dirty diaper and tossed it in her diaper genie. She went through her ritualistic practice of wiping, powdering, and redressing the filly’s little backside, leaving Sweetie Belle freshly diapered and ready to continue her day.
She looked down at the girl, admiring just how gently she was sleeping. The low rise of and fall of her little white chest, the gentle suckling of pacifier, and the way her little unkempt mane messily hung down over her face without a care.

“Sweetie Belle, you tuckered little filly. You keep resting while your Aunty gets stuff done, alright?” She giggled, picking the girl up and bringing her across the nursery. Paying mind to the room’s rather comfortable heat, she set the girl atop of her froofy princess comforter and started fiddling with two little side gadgets. One of which was a white baby monitor, in which she took one of its speakers. The other was a colorful little side radio, programmed with a thousand tunes for little ones. “Hehe, I hope you enjoy Sweetie.” She said, flicking the power on, and then headed out the room.

***

After an hour or so of napping, Sweetie finally opened her eyes to confusion. She blinked a few times, trying to figure out where she was. There were white bars, lots of colorful stuffed animals, and lots of comfy blankets.

“Duh.” She said to herself, looking at the colorful little radio to her side. It was the crib; she found out that she was in fact in her crib. Grabbing a big stuffed blue jay of sorts, she hugged it against her chest and closed her eyes as she sulked in her relaxed state; not even aware of the pacifier in her mouth.

“’A’ is for apples, ‘B’ is for bananas, and ‘C’ is for cats which meow meow…” the radio continued, relentlessly pounding the poor filly’s ears with its inharmonious cacophony.

As soon as Sweetie Belle really started to hear the radio, she opened her eyes for real this time and sat up straight. Looking around at the crib’s fencing, the sheer height and heightened child-proofing meant that there was no way out of the thing short of breaking it.

So, Sweetie Belle gave up and fell back unto the princess-plastered comforter and rested her head properly on a fluffly white pillow of hers. “Fluttershy, come on!” She whined, unknowing of her total lack of privacy.

Very calmly, she closed her eyes and continued hugging the blue Jay. It wasn’t like there was really a rush either. Her hefty breakfast made her usual noon cravings a little less severe and she really didn’t have that much to do until Fluttershy was back anyway. She moaned deeply in contentment again- and then it hit her. She was suckling on a pacifier. It was tempting of her to take it out of her mouth, but at the same time, it was very soothing having something to rhythmically suckle on; almost like counting sheep, or the ticks of a clock.

“Good afternoon.” Fluttershy said, arriving several minutes into fray of Sweetie Belle’s third wind. “Oh my.” She said, looking down into the crib. She lifted her makeshift foal into the air by her under hooves and carried her over the shoulder, “You alright there Sweetie?” she asked, caressing the filly’s mane with her one free hoof.

“Mmm.” She whined, groggily wiping her eyes with her hooves. She removed the pacifier and moaned, “Turn off the foal music, please.”

“Notta fan?” Fluttershy asked, frowning at the prospect. She kinda liked the foal radio.

“Notta fan.” Sweetie replied, continuing to huggle Fluttershy as she regained her cognitive thought.

Fluttershy smirked, reaching over and hitting the ‘off’ switch to the radio. She turned her back to the crib and started carrying the child downstairs, “So, I take it someone’s a hungry little filly?”

“Meh.” The child replied, unsure of anything anymore. She pushed at Fluttershy’s shoulder a little.

It took a second for her to realize what was going one. “Hmm? Something wrong?” she asked.

Sweetie Belle kicked her little hooves like Fluttershy’s chest was a wall and she was trying to climb it. “I wanna walk. I need to move some.”

“Well, I suppose there’s nothing wrong with that.” Flttershy chirped, setting the girl on the hard wood floor of the hallway. “Just be careful now. I don’t want baby getting a boo-boo.” She cooed, slowing down to let her foal take the lead.

Sweetie Belle landed on her hooves and began choppily- but surely- moving forward at a gradual pace. Not only was the diaper making it hard to keep her hooves straight, but her legs straight up felt like jelly from all the inactivity. There was a brief rush when all the sensation returned, but her walking- or waddling, didn’t really improve much.

“Awe, we’re going to have to work on that still.” Fluttershy commented, watching as Sweetie Belle’s little hips struggled to stay in properly square. She chuckled a bit at the scene. Sweetie Belle walked like any other foal would with a full diaper. Celestia knows it’ll be one goofy site to see when Sweetie Belle’s diaper is actually full.

“Heyy. I’m trying my best.” Sweetie said, strolling into the living room and setting her rump down on the carpet.

Fluttershy walked up to the filly and playfully ruffled her bonnet and mane. “Hehe, I know silly. You just are too adorable for your own good sometimes.” She patronized, grabbing the filly by the underarms and carried her off to her little green futon.

“Eep.” Sweetie said, sitting her hind on the comfy cushions of her couch. Pouting, she crossed her hooves and whined, “Hey! I could have gotten up here myself!”

“I know, I know.” Fluttershy cooed, taking a seat next to Sweetie Belle. She reached forward and picked up a little pastel trimmed bib from the wooden table in front of her. “Guess what I’ve got for you.”

Author's Note

If this chapter seemed to have a bit of a 'foggy overtone' to it, as in Sweetie Belle seemed out of it quite a bit, that was intentional. However, I'm not going to cop out in this story and have Fluttershy revealed giving Sweetie Belle some sort of sedative or drug. Sweetie Belle is just a child in this story and is very capable of needing habitual naps as well as having accidents.

I mentioned this briefly in my last chapter's notes, but I want to make this story organic and sweet, without resorting to the typical tropes of ab/dl writing. The focus of my story as I'm intending to write it, is more about the progressive bond between the two characters, rather than an emphasis on Sweetie Belle's lost of control.

Sure, Sweetie Belle is going to be using babyish things, but only because she's come to accept them. Likewise, I'm going to keep Fluttershy acting more like an actual mother in that everything she does is done with the best interest for Sweetie Belle and hers long term relationship. There are going to be times when the two break away from the method acting, because they both recognize that the role playing is just a shallow part of something bigger.

This isn't a spoiler, just a note to myself and the fans on how to write a more realistic and hopefully better adult-baby story. In my haste I'm aware that I've ruined a story or two of mine (in my opinion) because I let the content get out of hand due to my own goal for the story getting lost on me. I just hope that like myself, all my fellow writer friends recognize that the importance of writing a good story lies in telling a good story; not describing exposition. Character emotions are important, but if your characters are based off of priorly existing criteria and they start doing irrational or unrealistic things, then the tone of your story might fall apart.

Just a word of advice for myself and others. ~England

Chapter Three: Lazy Time

Sweetie Belle ate away at her lunch, bored as a result of the small size of her rubber spoon making every bite needlessly pointless. However, she couldn’t complain too much. Her seat on the couch was comfy and Fluttershy was clearly occupied with taking care of her garden, so she could really take her time nomming away at her green peas and potatoes.

After finishing her meal, she grabbed her sippy cup of orange juice and held with both hooves as she laid her weary back against the futon. Once again she was stuck waiting on Fluttershy. She stuck the spout of the sippy cup into to her lips and started suckling very slowly as she sank into the cushy green cushions of her seat. She glared up at the ceiling fan, watching it make an intrinsic double-halo over her. It was weirdly entertaining to her, in the same way watching rain fall from the sky is.

“Sweetie Belle. I’m back!” Fluttershy cheered, prancing into the room with her hooves freshly washed. She walked over to the futon and offered a hoof, “Did my favorite little filly enjoy her lunch?”

Blushing, Sweetie Belle nodded. “It was pretty good.” She said, in between suckles.

“That’s good.” Fluttershy commented, eagerly wagging her tail back and forth. She sat down and clapped her hooves together, “So, I was just watering my plants and it made me think of something. Would you like to take a dip in a pool?”

Sweetie Belle raised an eyebrow, “A pool?” She questioned. “I don’t think I want anybody seeing me in my diaper- or even this bonnet for that matter.” She commented, tugging on the string that kept her little white hat on.

Fluttershy flew onto the futon and stood, “Hehe! I’m not silly, Sweetie. I meant that I have this little inflatable pool that we could use in the backyard. I just don’t want you spending all your summer indoors playing with blocks and dollies. I want you to enjoy yourself, you know? Live a little.” She gestured.

Smiling, Sweetie nodded. “Alright, I gotcha. You lead the way” She grabbed her sippy cup and hopped off the futon.

Fluttershy clip-clopped her way out of the living room, moving at such a pace that her little one could waddle behind without getting strayed.

Opening the backdoor in the kitchen, Fluttershy revealed her lush Eden like garden. There were rows of tomatoes and potatoes covering the ground and strawberry bushes lining the hills. They were still somewhat small in their incubation, but their green was as lively as it could be. She started walking through open rows and towards a little white shack that she kept her farming equipment.

“Wow...” Scootaloo panned, looking to her left and right at the beautifully gestating fruits and veggies that surrounded her on almost every angle, “I always thought Applejack was the best gardener in Ponyville. How do you keep track of it all?”

“Oh, hehe.” Fluttershy giggled, opening the somewhat dilapidated shed door in which the white paint was chipping. Stepping inside lightly, she pulled out a big inflatable pool and tiny shock-proof pump. “I’ve just had a lot of experience working on this plot. Ponyville has excellent soil.” She answered.

“Neat.” Sweetie Belle chirped, clumsily stepping behind her caretaker as the stuff was carried back. The diaper was genuinely still a bit of a hassle, forcing her to make tiny more calculated steps across the dirt walkway.

Making her way into one of the few unoccupied plots of the house, Fluttershy set down the pool and hooked it up properly to inflate. “Alright, now we wait…” she said, sitting on her own tired yellow behind.

Sweetie Belle mimicked her caretaker, choosing to sit beside her as she waited for the device to work. “So. Why exactly do you have a kiddie pool anyway?”

“Oh, a couple of reasons. Cause I personally like to relax in some non-creek water from time to time, since the creek is kinda dirtier than tap water. Also, I do have to occasionally nurse animals back to health, including duckies and other aquatic creatures. It’s kind of the same reason for me keeping all those baby-bottles of milk in the fridge- except those are for mammals like me and you.” She admitted, watching the pool walls inflate fully up. Content with the inflation, she turned the little inflation gizmo off and moved it onto a table on the veranda.

Sweetie Belle stared blankly, watching as her caretaker threw the water hose inside the pool and turned it on. “So…” Sweetie Belle questioned, rubbing a hoof on the ground, “Why milk?”

“Cause baby mammals need milk to survive Sweetie. It’s nutritious and doesn’t require teeth like a lot of other animal and pony food.” Fluttershy said, looking down at her chest, as if she could really see her breast from her angle. She pointed a hoof near the inside of her thigh, “That’s why mares have breast.”

“Can I see? What does it taste like?” Sweetie Belle asked in a childish tone of curiosity.

Fluttershy giggled, walking over to the foal. “I’ll show you later if you’re still interested, but not right now.” She giggled, picking Sweetie Belle up from the underarms. Using her wings, she flew up in the air and made a slow descent into the water.

Sweetie Belle who was caught hugging onto her caretaker, felt a sudden cold sensation crawl up her lower hooves and flood her diaper, causing it to expand awkwardly around her form. Confused and progressively colder, the filly continued clinging onto Fluttershy’s chest for warmth.

“Awe, I’m sorry Sweetie.” Fluttershy cooed, brushing her somewhat wet forehoof over Sweetie Belle’s dry hair, “I probably should of warned you about the temperature.”

“You don’t say.” Sweetie Belle remarked, feeling the awkward sensation of her wet nappy tugging heavily at her waist. She looked down, noticing that the thing was inflated beyond belief.

“Easy there.” Fluttershy said, drifting back in the pool. She rested her back on the border and turned her filly around on her lap.

Her eyes flaring wide open, Sweetie Belle cringed as her bottom sank into the soggy bulbous padding. She laid her own back against Fluttershy’s chest and awkwardly kicked her legs in weightlessly cool pool of water she was in. “Oh, that feels weird.” She whined, dipping her forehooves into the water and pressing the soaked diaper front with her hooves.

“Hehe, what? Oh- the diaper? Yeah hehe, I meant to get you into a swim diaper earlier. But I must have forgot.” She admitted, blushing slightly at the mushy feeling in her lap. Very gently, she lowered her hooves into the cool water and wrapped them around Sweetie’s waist.

Giggling a little, Sweetie Belle rested her head on Fluttershy like she was a lawn chair and smiled, “Hehe, doesn’t that kinda defeat the point of having a diaper on?”

Fluttershy grinned, “I know, but at least you still look younger while wearing it. Plus it gives me an excuse to change you, especially since you haven’t used your diaper all day.” She teased, jabbing the soaking garment with her hoof, “Hold things in too long and you’re going to do some damage to yourself.”

“I know.” Sweetie said, blushing at concept. She freely kicked her hooves in the pool and closed her eyes, enjoying the cool feeling of water rippling and flowing around her every movement. All she could hear were the subtle whistling of the tree tops above her and the distinct cheeps of Fluttershy’s woodland birds.

“I know using your diaper might seem like a scary concept Sweetie.” Fluttershy admitted, resting her chin on the top of the little filly’s head, “But foals think the same thing of the potty when they start using it. Trust me, just because I change a dirty diaper of yours doesn’t mean I’m gonna think any less of you; it is why you’re wearing them after all.”

Sweetie Belle didn’t say a word, instead choosing to let Fluttershy’s words sink in as she continued to enjoy her surroundings. There was something tranquil about being in water, almost like her body and mind became insubstantial to everything that surrounded her.

Instead of splashing or dunking her head in, Sweetie Belle curiously raised her white hoof and rested carefully on the very surface of the water, then curiously skimmed it back and forth several times over and over again. There was something so enticing about the way stuff around her moved, like what she once thought was just water was actually part of something much more significant around her.

She peeked her head up at the sky and saw everything. A brown coated eagle flapping it’s wings against the earth, the cracks and subtle growth of all the chestnut coloured tree branches that surrounded her. And perhaps most mind bogglingly, she could hear the subtle vibrations given off by the crickets travel through the air and fade in and out with an authentic pitch.

Astounded, she very carefully placed her hoof over her heart and felt it thumb about. It was like the serenity of it all opened her eyes to so many new things, so many possibilities. “F-fluttershy, do you ever feel alone out in this cottage living all by yourself?”

Fluttershy blinked a few times, a bit stricken by the comment; it was a good question after all. Keeping a rather positive tone, she shook her head. “Not really, no- I don’t feel alone. Maybe I sometimes feel a little small compared to this forest, but I know very well that living within it helps me stay in touch with nature and in a small way- myself.”

Sweetie Belle remained silent, feeling the warmth of the sun cause the temperance of the water to shift between heated and frothy as she kicked her back legs.

Stairing blankly at the naturally green archways of the forest that surrounded her house, she couldn’t help but smile. “I’ve got plenty of bits to spend as I please and I could go wherever I want. But the truth is that just like that this place is the right place for me because I never feel out of place.”

“Why do you say that?” Sweetie Belle asked, puzzled but her caretaker’s ominous choice of words.

“Because, here I can be to everything else what I’ve always wanted to be; a mother.” Fluttershy said, giving Sweetie Belle a small hug. “I love nurturing thing Sweetie Belle, I love watching things grow up and helping them accomplishing everything they ever wanted.”

Sweetie Belle looked down at her diaper and raised an eyebrow, “Then why baby me? Wouldn’t it make more sense to treat me like an eight year old?”

Fluttershy nodded a little, “Maybe. But, the truth is that every part of growing up isn’t about personal milestones. It’s about appreciating the little things in life and being comfortable living the way you live. Besides, I wanted to have more experience playing with foals, before I have my own.”

“You’re going to have a baby?” Sweetie Belle asked shocked at the statement.

Chuckling, Fluttershy shook her head. “Hehe, no.” She said, picking Sweetie Belle up with her hooves and turned her around. Wrapping one hoof around the young filly’s back, she used the other hoof to settle underneath the sagging wet diaper as she hugged the filly against her chest. “I’m planning on adopting a little filly next spring. I’ve been getting a lot of advice from my parents about how to take care of foals, but truth be told, foals aren’t that different from cubs.”

“You don’t say.” Sweetie Belle said, feeling heartening warmth as she was pressed against Fluttershy’s chest. She rested her cheek on Fluttershy’s chest and quietly watched the pool water ripple and tear as her caretaker continued holding her. Very calmly, the child felt a gentle warmth take her body and she started going limp again

“Hehe, awe. Try not to fall asleep again Sweetie Belle. If you keep taking naps, you’re going to have a rough time dozing off tonight.” Fluttershy cooed, brushing the child’s relatively dry bangs out of her eyes. She stood up and hopped out of the pool, leaving a rainbow-like trail of water in the air as she did so.

In a very groggy manner, Sweetie Belle rubbed her eye with her hoof and yawned. “Ahh- oh wow it’s warm outside. It’s just so comfortable with all this heat.”

Fluttershy carried the child into the much cooler air conditioned house. Bringing the child up into the nursery, she set her soggy backside on the changing table. “I know. Trust me, once you get more accustomed to doing foal things again, you’ll have plenty of energy to keep you awake. You just got to learn to relax yourself without shutting down.” She said, undoing the tabs of her filly’s diaper, letting it plop unto the cushy vinyl surface of the changing pad.

“I know.” Sweetie Belle panned, feeling the gross and somewhat slimy feeling of the diaper being removed from beneath her; it felt disgusting. Cringing a tad, she looked up at the ballerina mobile as her caretaker began wiping her up, “I just like doing other stuff too; big filly stuff. I-I actually really like ballet.” She said, pointing her hoof upwards.

“Hehe, well I’m not sure how successful ballet lessons would be with your little waddling struggle. But, we could try once you get more comfortable walking around in your diapers.” Fluttershy admitted, lifting the filly’s little white backside and pushing a brand new colourfully decorated diaper underneath it.

Sweetie Belle made a pouty face for just a split second; practicing ballet with her waddle would be a complete disaster if she tried right now. “Hmm, Fluttershy did you ever take ballet?” she questioned.

“Well, yes actually. Only for a little while when I was about twice your age though.” She admitted, snuggly taping the diaper tabs around the filly’s waist. She lifted the girl onto her padded backside and smiled, “When it came time to pick a career, I went with medical over something athletic. I mean, I was decent at ballet, but it wasn’t what I loved doing.”

“Why’d you do it in the first place then?” Sweetie Belle asked, curiously leaning her head over the edge of the changing table as her caretaker dug through a drawer.

Rummaging with a little purple pacifier in hoof, the motherly mare replied, “For the same reason you’re acting like a foal right now; experience. It’s a very good thing for you to try new things, exciting things. I mean, how many other fillies and colts do you think will ever get to say that they got a whole summer of being a foal again? Let alone all the other stuff I can show you around my house.”

Crossing her eyes, the little white filly focused on looking at the pacifier as it was gently pushed in her mouth. She removed it with a hoof and asked, “Okay. Why did you give me an opportunity of any of the kids in Ponyville though?”

Fluttershy guided her foal’s hoof back towards her mouth, reinserting the pacifier. “Cause silly.” She answered, hoisting the child into a hug as she began traveling elsewhere, “You’re the most willing of any of any pony your age that I know. Plus, your sister trusted me enough to do it.”

Sweetie Belle looked up at her caretaker as she was carried into the living room. She wanted to ask why Rainbow Dash or Apple Jack wouldn’t have approved. But then again, it would have probably been more of a problem with Applebloom or Scootaloo than it would be with their sisters.

“Now, I know this might seem a bit silly at first.” Fluttershy said, lowering her foal onto the plushily padded foam surface of her nursery’s playpen, “But, I figured you could use some playtime by yourself while Aunty Fluttershy organizes some stuff around the room. There are still a few things that need unpacked and whatnot.”

Sweetie Belle stood up on her hooves and nodded. She waddled over to one of the colorful fabric cubbies and pulled out what looked to be colouring book of sorts, along with it's appropriate crayons.

For a long while, Sweetie Belle meandered with her crayons, curiously mixing and merging different colors in each free space until the whole page was uniquely shaded with the various hues. Curiously, she peeked her eyes up from the drawl activity at hand and looked at her Fluttershy working on delving through the closest on the other side of the white checkered fence.

“Oh wow, Rarity really went all out on the outfits.” Fluttershy confessed, pulling out a little white onesie with a pink floral print. She turned around to the child and smiled, “Wanna wear a onesie?” she teased.

“Noo.” Sweetie Belle panned, smiling coyly at the subject. She got up on her hooves and waddled to the boarder of the fence to get a closer peak at it. Fluttershy wasn’t lying; the onesie looked like an oversized foal piece. Very quietly, she suckled on the pacifier.

“Hehe, don’t worry Sweetie Belle.” Fluttershy said, sitting her backside nicely on the ground. “I won’t make you wear anything you don’t want, except for the diaper. However, I do want you to come to town sometime so I can pick you out some stuff that you’ll enjoy a little bit more.”

Raising an eyebrow, Sweetie Belle looked straight up at her caretaker and smiled; although you couldn’t tell with the pacifier’s mouth guard getting in the way.

Very perkily, Fluttershy smiled. “That’s right; I won’t even make you wear your little diapee.” She giggled, continuing to sort through the various baby products, diapers, and outfits that stocked her foal’s closet. One thing was for sure, she wasn’t going to need baby-wipes anytime soon.

The white filly removed the pacifier from her mouth and smiled, happily. “Ooh, when can we go?” She asked, eager for another adventure.

“Maybe tomorrow, maybe not.” Fluttershy answered, shutting the closet door, she hobbled on over to the changing table and ducked her head to look at the various shelves, “I need to pick up a few things for you, especially a toy or T.V or something. I love spending time with you, but there are going to be times when I needa do mommy stuff and trust me, your baby swing will only put you to sleep for so long.”

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes then stated, “I don’t need a baby swing.”

“Hehe, you don’t need your buggy, but it makes it’ll make you feel a lot cozier.” Fluttershy giggled, sorting through the various brands and fashions of diapers. She picked up a pack of baby-blue swim diapers and raised an eyebrow, “I guess I need to pick up some swim diapers for you too- that is unless you wanna wear colt diapers.”

Sweetie Belle agreed on the inside, but stayed virtually quiet as she made a subtle nod in agreement. She looked down at her page and noticed the seemingly abundant amount of yellow that she used to colour in the various wings of her butterflies as well as the pedals of the flowers in her drawing; which reminded her...

"Fluttershy!" The grown mare heard as she finished sorting the various diaper boxes on the closet floor into a more compact form. She pranced over to the playpen and turned her head to the side, "Hmm? What's wrong Sweetie? Are the crayons stale- oh I hope they aren't."

Sweetie Belle shook her head. "No. Can I uh- use the potty?" She asked, in a way that felt closest to the foal-theme as possible while drawing as little attention as possible to the fact she was trying to not use her diaper.

Very warmly, Fluttershy opened up the playpen door and gestured for Sweetie Belle to stand. She undid her foal's bonnet string and smirked, "Oh well, I guess I can let you use the potty just this once." She teased, taking note of Sweetie Belle's rather guilty looking expression.

Sweetie Belle blushed slightly as she nodded. In a haste, she ripped off her diaper tabs from off the front and quickly dashed off to the bathroom.

Sitting down, Fluttershy grinned as she watched her little one run off to the bathroom all by herself. She hated to give Sweetie Belle choice to use the bathroom- considering the literal hundreds of diapers she had laying around. But she could make the exception for now. Picking up the dropped diaper with her hoof, Fluttershy walked over to the changing table and tossed it in the diaper pail. Then let gravity take care of closing the lid.

Author's Note

I don't have nearly as much to say about this chapter as I do the last. But I'm delighted with the rather positive reception both publicly and privately that I've been getting over this story and that if there's ever a delay in releasing a chapter, it's because I am being very careful about the quality of this story

I've been very careful to keep my eye on the balance between the source material from the show and the liberation needed to create a more meaningful interpersonal story between Fluttershy and Sweetie Belle. After all, while this story is based around a PG-7 rated show. I'm writing for an audience that can handle sincere moments and character interactions that a younger audience wouldn't understand the impact of.

That being said, I really do hope you enjoy the chapter and that you stay tuned for next week when night time comes around!

~England

Chapter Four: Bed Time

“Hehe, you back already?” Fluttershy asked rhetorically, waiting idly by the changing table

“Yeah.” Sweetie smiled, walking up to Fluttershy and offering her fore hooves. She was lifted unto the changing table and then habitually raised her backside into the air

Smiling, Fluttershy undid a brand new diaper and smiled. “Hehe, well aren’t you just a well-trained foal?” she teased, pushing the new diaper underneath the filly’s butt. Pulling out the powder, she chimed, “You know if you’re going to ask me permission to use the potty anyway, why not just use your diapers? It’s not like I won’t already know what you did and I really would mind ‘cleaning up’ after a little one like yourself.”

Blushing, Sweetie smirked uncomfortably. “I-I know, I just uh.”

Fluttershy smiled sympathetically as she proceeded to powder the filly with the nursery-smelling dust.

“Um- It’s you ‘cleaning’ me that’s my problem.” The filly admitted, panning her head up at her caretaker as if to beg for some level of likeminded thinking.

The grown mare burst out into a fit of laughter. “Hahaha, oh- I’m sorry Sweetie Belle. I can understand why you might find that embarrassing.” Fluttershy admitted, lifting Sweetie Belle’s little white butt and pushed a brand new foal diaper underneath her rear. She pulled it between the filly’s legs and wrapped it snugly around her waist and cooed, “It’s alright baby. I’m sure whatever you damage you do to your diaper, I’ve already seen much worse. Besides, I’m not here to judge anyway.”

Smiling, she lifted her filly into the air and gently lowered her on the ground.

“Don’t I at least get a say?” Sweetie Belle asked, swaying on her hooves as she regained her balance.

Fluttershy nodded, “You can do whatever you want, honestly. Although, it’d make me really happy if you started using your diapers; I kinda blew a lot of bits on them after all.”

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes and giggled, “Hehe! I mean- why would you do that?” she asked, following behind Fluttershy as she started walking her way out of the room.

Walking her way to the staircase, Fluttershy opened the safety gate and slowly paced her way down. “Immersion mostly; I’ve got to get used to changing foal diapers eventually.”

Following suite, Sweetie Belle started hobbling her way down the stairs at a snail’s pace. “I thought you said you already changed diapers- gross ones at that.”

“Well of course I’ve changed a lot of diapers Sweetie Belle.” Fluttershy said, sitting down at the bottom of the staircase and waiting for her little one to catch up, “I already told you silly. I take care of all sorts of baby animals during this time of the year, as well as some foals from time to time. But, taking care of a set of twins is absolutely hectic and being a mother is different than being a care taker.”

Sweetie Belle stepped unto the last of two steps, only to have a Fluttershy lift her up by the nape of her neck. She tried looking up at her caretaker for a split second, but then accepted the fact that she was going to get carried. “I mean, I guess that makes sense. Although I’m not sure I have it in me to unpotty-train myself. I don’t think I’ve ever consciously had an accident before.” She commented, quite sure of her statement.

With her mouth full of filly skin, Fluttershy waited until she’d successfully made it outside before commenting. “Pu-toah. Oh, we need to brush you hair.” Fluttershy spat, as she lowered her baby onto the ground. She wiped her tongue on the side of her hoof and smiled,
“Anyway. There’s no pressure to use your diapers Sweetie Belle. But it might be fun. Again, how many fillies your age get to re-live their years as a foal?”

Her smirk turned into a grin as she listened to her caretaker’s words. “Hmm, I guess you’re right.” She said, rather excited by the prospect. Although, she’d wait to try it out. She did literally just go a few minutes ago.

“Aren’t I always?” Fluttershy asked, stepping off the wooden veranda and unto the silky smooth dirt isle that separated her various plants. She paced through the plants, occasionally kicking up small puffs of dirt as she went in between the separate plots.

Watching Fluttershy, Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but notice just how natural she looked. Her coat glistened like it was gold plated, her stride and form were so well rounded and flexible, and the bushels of vibrant green, purple, and red veggies accentuated just how organic she looked. With the sun casting behind both the motherly mare and the quickly silhouetting forest skyline behind her, the filly couldn’t help but open her mouth with a strike of awe.

“Uh- Sweetie Belle?” Fluttershy asked, walking back onto the veranda with the sun still radiating around every split end of her fur.

“Oh- sorry.” The filly replied, hopping back to her fours and quietly waddling back through the doorway of house.

“Hehe, you’re good Sweetie.” Fluttershy commented, kicking the door closed behind her as she walked her way over to the kitchen’s counter. Laying a head of iceberg lettuce, along with a carrot or two, and a head of cabbage, the mother pulled out her cutting knife and started hacking away at the stuff.

Not wanting to bother her caretaker, Sweetie Belle choose instead to gaze at the mare from a far. She noticed how elegantly the mare moved her hooves and chopped in just the right formations so that everything was could be easily blended. The lettuce was cut in a dicing motion like the cabbage. But the carrots were grated and better yet; the tomatoes were slice into straight clean cut ovals.

Fluttershy pushed the freshly cut produce of its board and into a collider, where she shook and and mixed them about until they were evenly mixed. Taking a quick glance back, she smirked at the filly, “You know, I wouldn’t make salad for just any filly? I’d have to really think were special.” She commented, tossing the salad evenly into two respective bowls.

“Hehe… really?” Sweetie Belle questioned, feeling slightly humbled by her caretaker’s words.

“Oh yeah.” Fluttershy commented, setting both of the plastic bowls on the kitchens stale wooden dining table. Giggling, she walked over to an overly large and rather bulky highchair and began unfolding it, “Salad is my favorite meal and I rarely make it for other ponies. But you’re an exception.”

Surprised by Fluttershy’s gift, Sweetie lit up a bit on the inside. It did kind of make sense, salads- especially with home grown vegetables, did take a lot of time and effort to prepare. Walking up to the mare, she offered her hooves submissively; she really didn’t mind eating in a high chair this time around.

To her surprise however, she couldn’t help but feel weirdly uncomfortable, sitting untop of the cushy pink colored highchair like it were some kind of throne. However, when Fluttershy pulled the white nylon straps over her chest and buckled the tray over her lap, she did feel strangely snug.

“Hehe, comfy?” Fluttershy asked, doing an experimental tug on the safety belt.

Scootaloo wriggled around on her diaper rump then nodded, “Yeah. This is actually kinda nice.” She admitted.

Fluttershy moseyed on over to the main table area and stabbed the salad combination with a rubber tipped fork, and then carried it over to her foal.

Watching quite quizzically, the child watched as the motherly mare dropped the bowl on the tray yet raised the lattice covered fork from out of the bowl. “Open up.” She heard, watching as her caretaker warmly smiled and moved the item towards her face.

Instinctually, the second the blue rubber fork hovered near her mouth, she opened it up and chomped down on it.

“Good girl!” Fluttershy cooed, rather gracious of her foal’s corporation.

The child’s pride took over and she was forced to blush, “Y-you’re welcome.” She said, looking around for something to drink until another fork full of the vegetable collided with the surface of her tongue. “Gu-gah!” she gagged, swallowing the food quite harshly.

Blushing, the mother retracted her hoof and the fork, “Ooh, careful baby.”.

The feeding went on for quite some time, with the foal staring with a lazed back smile and posture as her caretaker continued feeding her bite after bite of her leafy green meal. While admittedly slow paced, was still enjoyable all the way through.

“Annnnd, ahh.” Fluttershy mouthed, delivering the last bite of the salad to her little filly. Upon landing it, she simply flashed a proud smile at the girl and nodded.

“That was fun.” The white fill admitted, kicking her legs playfully. Looking around the kitchen, she sat back, “What do I do now?”

Fluttershy walked over to the table and took a seat. “Well, with you all fed, I’m going to eat my salad and then we’re going to get my favorite filly a bottle.” She cooed, picking up her own silver utensil before munching away at her meal.

Nodding, the child sat back in her plushly padded seat, deciding to enjoy the cool air that the open kitchen basked in. Contently, she leaned back into her chair and closed her eyes- the salad eating took quite a while to come to an end.

***

“Nnng- ah.” Fluttershy grunted, not so much lifting, but tossing her foal onto her own bed. “Wow, I always forget just how high my bed is.” She said fluttering her wings, dismounting onto the cloud-like texture that was her comforter.

Amazed by the fabric herself, the child gushed out a bit as she hugged onto the soft naturally woven blanket, “Woah- this really is soft!”

“Hehe, yeah. I wanted to get another one made for the crib in your nursery, but unfortunately the fabric is pretty darn hard to come by.” She said, lightly stepping over to her pillow. Sitting down, she laid her back flat on the mattress and smiled.

“Hmm? Are you going to be already?” the child asked, curiously pacing over to her caregiver’s spot.

Smirking, the mother leaned over to her left side, snatching an item off her side table. “Nah, we’re just gonna relax up here for a bit. Some bonding time is important between a momma and her foal.”

Sweetie Belle hobbled over to Fluttershy and laid on her back as well. “So- why not go outside in the pool.”

“Cause that.” The motherly mare replied, gently pointing a hoof over at the massive side wall mirror that broadcasted the beauty of her garden in a hyper-realistic definition that seemed to accentuate the beautiful green groves.

Rolling on her side, the awe struck filly waggled her tail excited about the whole spectacle. There were fluttering wild birds and spiny bushels of grass flowing in harmony with the wind. The tree tops seemed to dance too, but their fruit weighed them down, resulting in a jarring and somewhat melodramatic swaying motion. With the nearly dawned sunset on the horizon, everything seemed to be making it’s last effort to find refuge before the night.

“Woah.” Sweetie Belle said, smiling at the scene, “How’d you get a mirror that transparent.”

Waggling her tail excitedly kind, the mother scooted closer to the foal and wrapped her arms around the filly’s tummy. “Mmm, I just bought expensive storm proof glass. It’s like an inch thick. I mean, the window is pretty massive and I do have like a billion trees around here.”

“Do you really?” Sweetie Belle asked, holding her hooves up against her caretaker’s.

“Hehe, not quite, but I have a few hundred at least.” She said, leaning her chin on her baby’s head.

Sweetie Belle giggle, “Hehe! So, did you just bring me up here to show me this?”

“Yes and no.” Fluttershy smiled, reaching behind her back. Smiling, she pulled out the a rather small foal-sized bottle of formula, “I thought I’d give you a few for dessert. I would have just taken you outside, but I already had your pajama clothes and everything ready on my nightstand from when you were napping earlier. So I thought I’d save you the trip. Besides, if we get up early enough tomorrow, we might be able to sneak a peek at the morning glories.”

“Really?” The filly questioned, picking up the bottle with both her hooves. She stared down at the thing with its rubber amber nipple, the little marked numbers and the way it was coated with engraved baby-friendly designs. She blushed, but it did looks strangely refreshing.

Fluttershy kissed the back of the filly’s head and continued huggling her, “You don’t have to drink it Sweetie Belle. I just made it for you as a snack and if you wanna skip it, I’ll just get you dressed up for bed right now.”

“Nah- I’m curious.” Scootaloo said, nestling herself back against her caretaker’s tummy and sticking the bottle’s spout in her mouth. She sucked some of the formulated milk into her mouth and wide-eyed.

“How is it?” Fluttershy asked, closing her eyes and grinning.

“It’s- it’s actually pretty good.” Sweetie Belle replied, curiously taking another sip. “It’s almost like a melted vanilla milkshake- except a little bit less sweet. But still.”

Fluttershy smirked, “I thought it’d taste nice. You know, that’s kinda interesting though. Can you believe we both produce that?”

Sweetie Belle’s expression dropped as she heard those words, “What? Did you just feed me your own milk?”

Giggling, the grown mare shook her head, “No, no. I’m just saying that I can produce milk like that- albeit without the vanilla fringe to it. And one day you’ll be able to too. Although I’m not sure what your beef with drinking my milk would be, that milk actually came from a cow friend of mine.”

“Oh- okay. I guess your milk probably wouldn’t taste that bad either- although I’m not sure how a mare’s milk compares to cow milk. As far as I know, I’ve only ever had cow’s milk.” She admitted, curiously popping the bottle’s nipple back into her mouth.

Fluttershy nodded, sitting back up straight. “You stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Being the obedient little foal Sweetie Belle was. She rolled on her back and stared blankly at the white crusted ceiling, still holding her bottle with both hooves as she suspended up in the air like a real teat. Eventually out of the corner of her eye, a hoof came along and grabbed the bottle from her.

“Hehe, easy there baby.” The voice sounded, gently setting the bottle down on the bed. She lifted a big white and red onesie in the air and smiled, “If you drink too fast, you’ll get a wittle tummy ache.” She cooed.

“Mmm.” Sweetie moaned, crossing her hooves disappointingly. She didn’t have long to remain upset as a the one piece t-shirt was slipped over her head and laced around her hooves, forcing her face to mend to the whim of the fabric.

“Shh. Careful.” Fluttershy said, helping to guide the girl’s individual hoof through each one of its respective holes. She lifted her foal’s diapered tushie and tugged the extra fabric flap from beneath it.

Blushing the child raised an eyebrow, “Is this necessary?”

Fluttershy shook her head, “Not particularly. But you’re probably going to want this outfit on in the morning.” She said, giving the filly her bottle back.

“Why’s that?” Sweetie Belle asked, before sticking the bottle back in her mouth slowly. She messaged the rubber spout with her tongue, feeling oddly soothed by the suckling.

“It’s because healthy baby’s need to sleep for atleast twelve hours and I need some time alone to tend to my stuff. It’s alright if you get up early, but I’ll most likely put you in the baby swing and turn on the radio when I’m away.” She admitted, pulling something out that the child really didn’t expect to see; little pinkish booty-socks.

“Wait- what does that have to do with my onesie- or even the booties?” She asked, confused as the warm fluffy socks were slipped over her back hooves.

Fluttershy focusing her attention the girl’s forehooves, “Here- let me take that.” She said, nabbing the filly of her ‘baba’ again and replacing the cold sensation of wet plastic with that of dry cotton. Smiling, she laid on her back again and answered her foal, “Cause, this house’s A/C becomes overbearing at night and until some sun rays get into your nursery, it’s gonna be a chill 16 degrees Celsius in there. “

“Oh.” The child said, kicking her little pink bootied hooves around. Wanting to get cozy again, she back her diapered flank up about a foot and turned to hug her caretaker’s warm yellow tummy again.

“It’ll be alright though.” Fluttershy smiled, turning on her side. Getting back into her old formation, she waited for Sweetie Belle to lay in the same manner then hugged her hooves back around the filly’s chest. She offered her foal the bottle again and grinned excitedly, “I’m gonna make you such a good breakfast tomorrow and you’ll get to experience firsthand how much fun your little swing is.”

“I’m sure it’ll be a blast.” Sweetie Belle smiled coyly as she stuck the bottle back into her mouth. She let her head drift down onto the soft comfort of the anynomous pillow and relaxed as the static discharge caused her hair to become frizzy and her cheek to meld naturally against her mismanaged mane.

Fluttershy hugged the child especially tight, making sure to encapsulate the filly with the warmth of her own body. Lovingly, she kept as still as possible holding her hoof over Sweetie Belle’s chest, waiting for her heart-beat to calm and the rise and fall of her chest to slow down.

Very slowly for Sweetie Belle, the cool liquid that gushed into her mouth began loosing it's attraction and her checks stopped their fluctuation. Embroiled in the confines of her caretaker's loving arms, she closed her eyes and let herself fade slowly into a slumbering void of rest.

“Hehe, what a baby.” Fluttershy giggled, moving the bottle back onto the night stand as she pulled the thick warm comforter over herself and her foal. Very gently, closed her eyes and gave Sweetie a kiss on the crown of her head.

Author's Note

There might be some disagreements about how far I take Sweetie's acceptance of being babied. But the beauty of writing something based off the head cannon versus for the head cannon, is that the story can lend itself to more controversial or experimental features that you otherwise wouldn't see. However, just because I'm writing something that would almost certainly never make it in the show, doesn't mean that there's a need to stray away from the light-hearted nature of it.

Quite the opposite of my 'Holding Onto You' story perhaps, but I have every intention to continue this store as close to the show's heart as possible. You can expect the next chapter to be a little bit more 'down to earth' in regards to a mommy/daughter relationship; nothing too intense, but there might be some light drama.

Above all else however, enjoy the piece as I enjoy writing it. ~England

Chapter Five: Swing

“Mmm.” Sweetie Belle moaned, stretching out her furry little hooves into the air around as she regained her vision. All around her, the cloudy fog that kept her sleeping went away, and it was revealed to her that she was in fact back in her nursery. Pretty high up to.

The filly looked down at her tummy, finding that she was in fact several feet up in the contraption her caretaker told her about last night, the foal swing. “Ahhh.” She mumbled to herself, as she quietly suckled on the pacifier that was comfortably laying on top of her tongue.

Leaning her head back onto the sewn-on pillow, the child felt an insatiable chill rumble her tummy and send her body tremoring for a few seconds- like someone had put ice in her tummy. Frowning, the child curiously ran her bootied hooves up and down the soft velvet like exterior of the reclined seat, only to find it was actually pretty warm; as was everything else.

She needed to use the bathroom.

She scanned the room’s various wall decals and decorations for a clock, looking for some gauge of the time. After a dozen, wooden animals, ornate pastel flower designs, and a copious number of letters, her eyes stumbled upon a traditionally-designed clock.
“5:30? Dangit.” She whined, spitting her pacifier out, only to have it land directly on her tummy due to it’s ribbon.

Glaring at the safety straps that locked her snuggly into place over her shoulders, in between her legs, and square around her waist, she huffed. Under most circumstances, she’d undo the safety stuff and be out to the bathroom in a heartbeat. But, a promise was a promise, and she was supposed to be a baby after all. Let alone the fact that with the booties on her hooves, there was no getting a snap-lock like she had undone.

Hesitantly, she looked up at the ceiling and felt her face fully flush as the long forgotten sensation of warm mud started forming in between her legs and rode up her backside.

Gross...

***

“Sweetie Belle.” Fluttershy whispered, creeping through the doorway. She made as quiets steps as she could across the hardwood floor of the nursery as she approached her little princess in her swing. But there was something off.

Walking up to Sweetie Belle, she took a curious glance down at the child. The filly was ungracefully laying down, with her mouth agape- drooling all over the little white pillow that her head rested on. With her hooves were sprawled about as wide as they could be, given the shape of the swing. Let alone the fact that she smelled like a bad mix of baby powder and manure. Still, she was looking awful comfortable.

“Sweetie Pie, It’s time to get up.” The motherly mare whispered, reaching her hoof to the side of the swing and turning the speed dial to ‘0’.

“Mmmm.” Sweetie Belle whined, awkwardly sitting up in her mess as she woke herself. She smirked, staring up at her caretaker with a goofy blushed grin.

Smiling in a humble manner, the yellow mare undid the child’s safety straps and lifted her up by her underarms. “Hehe, easy there pumpkin. I know you made poopies, I could smell you the second I walked into your nursery.”

Sweetie Belle groaned loudly, “Ugh- it’s not my fault I had an accident. It was the stupid swing.”

“Oh, I know baby.” Fluttershy patronized the girl, pacing over to the changing table with a patiently timed stride. Her hooves gently clacked against the wood pavement of the room as she came to a halt and set the kid down.

“Bwahh.” Sweetie Belle sounded, immediately lying back on the changing table the instant her butt made contact with the changing mat. Frustrated, she kicked her back hooves. “Ahh, don’t do that. My butt already feels gross enough.”

Fluttershy shushed the girl, lifting the pacifier in the air. Very precisely, she pushed its rubber nipple against the filly’s mouth.

The filly crossed her hooves and huffed, turning her head as if to reject the very concept of the situation she was in. But her pursed lips worked against her, allowing her caretaker to slip in the pacifier more easily.

“Easy baby.” Fluttershy said, casually slipping the safety belt over her filly’s tummy. Reaching her hooves down, she untapped the bulging diaper, “I know you’re still a big filly. But you shouldn’t get upset with me now. You’re not two- you could have chosen to hold it.”

Blushing more intensely, the girl kept pouting under the guard of her pacifier. She tried focusing on something other than Fluttershy’s or her dirty bottom, but with pillow which she was resting her head on obscuring her vision, the only other thing she could do was close her eyes. And then the tears started welling.

Still rather adamant in keeping with the reality of the situation, Fluttershy finished wiping the girl’s bottom and taped up the old dirty diaper into a ball. Pulling out a new case of diapers, she set them between the girl’s legs and leaned forward to face the girl. “Hey, Sweetie Belle. Look at me.”

“Mmmph.” Sweetie Belle, whined, turning her head away from Fluttershy. She didn’t have to look, it wasn’t like Fluttershy was actually her mom or anything.

“Baby, listen.” Fluttershy said, backing her head away from the girl. Reaching her hoof out, she rested it on the filly’s shoulder and began running it up and down gently, “You don’t have to be ashamed, sweetie.”

The girl spat her pacifier out, letting the drool detach and fall all over her face and pillow. Still red faced and hot, the girl couldn’t help but speak in an erratic pattern. “Enn- I-I too o-o-old to h-aave a-c-i-dents.”

Fluttershy, continued moving her hoof up and down Sweetie Belle’s shoulder. “No, you’re not. I’ve already told you that for as long as you’re in my house, you’re going to be a baby.” She cooed, moving her hoof to the girl’s crest and back. “Now maybe having the accidents may feel a little bit uncomfortable at first, but it’s just part of being a little filly. However, the good thing is, because you’re not a big filly. I’m not going to hold you to the same responsibilities as one. It’s not your fault you’re little.”

Sweetie Belle’s sobs began to dissipate as she listened to Fluttershy’s words. She was supposed to be a baby afterall, both in actions and at heart. Turning her head up to face Fluttershy, she couldn’t help but look away from the mare as she attempted to make eye contact. Using her hoof, she wiped her face. “D-does this mean I’m a b-baby?”

Smiling kindly, the mare shook her head, “No, you’re not a real baby, Sweetie Belle. But, we can keep pretending you are. Or else you’re going to be a big filly who DID have an accident and who DID decide they’d rather explain to their sister Rarity why they decided to use a foal diaper like they were little.” The mare teasingly winked, “But that’s not a concern for a little filly like yourself, right?”

Sweetie Belle smiled, warming up to idea. Her nerves still a bit shaken, she skipped the words and just nodded in a jerky pace.

“Good girl.” Fluttershy complimented, pulling a diaper out of its plastic package. “Now be a good filly and raise your tushie up!”
Complacently, the white filly giggled as she lifted her little white backside into the air.

Pushing the diaper underneath her baby’s backside, she pulled out the baby powder and shaking it onto her lower half. “Hehe, that’s the idea lovey.” She cooed, wrapping the diaper snugly around the child’s waist.

Sweetie Belle, looked down at her chest as the safety belt was unhitched. Wanting to be the best helper she could, she leant out her hooves to her caretaker.

“Ah ah. Not quite yet. We still need to get you out of your little outfit, baby.” Fluttershy cooed, reaching out a hoof and slowly lowered the filly’s hooves as not to deject her too harshly.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Sweetie Belle let out, still a bit flushed.

Fluttershy smiled condescendingly as she began plucking the little cotton booties from her foal’s hooves. “Awe, baby. There’s nothing to be sad about, you’re just trying to be the best foal you can be.” She said, gripping the onesie from the bottom. Smiling, she tugged it up the filly’s waist and over her head. “Why, I’m sure in a few days using your diaper will come naturally to you.”

Sweetie Belle cringed a little, jerking the upper half of her body as the neck hole of the onesie was yanked over her head. She shook herself a little, then sat up on her plush padded backside herself. It was strange, she actually felt a little cold sitting in nothing but her diaper, especially on a surface as sterile as a stain proof mat.

Looking straight forward at her caretaker, she raised an eyebrow.

Fluttershy scooped the filly by her underarms and brought her in close against her yellow fur covered chest, “You know, you can talk like a big filly still.” She said, hugging the girl up against her chest.

“O-okay.” Sweetie Belle agreed, hugging onto her caretaker for physical support. “I’m okay with being a baby as long as you know this is all an act. Okay?”

Making a 180 degree turn, the motherly mare kept on hoof on Sweetie Belle’s plushly padded backside as she judged what next move to make. Glancing up, she looked at the clock. “Oh, I know it is Sweetie Belle.

Raising an eyebrow, the filly bit her hoof in contemplation as she looked up at the clock as well. Surprisingly enough, it was only nine in the morning. Still, she was admittedly hungry.

“Hmm… is baby feeling hungry yet? I’ve got breakfast cooked downstairs for you and there’s a lot of it.” Fluttershy offered rhetorically as she carried her filly out of the room.

Sweetie Belle continued preening her hoof as she nodded her head, she really was hungry. Especially with her ‘incident’ happening some four hours ago.

“I’ll take that as yes.” Fluttershy said, walking the girl out of her room.

Sweetie Belle insisted on walking, but her caretaker had different plans than her. She waddled not two steps out of the room before feeling a slight pressure on the nape of her neck, followed by the sudden feeling of weightlessness.

A bit shaken, Sweetie Belle tried to keep relatively still. But her elevated position about the stairs as they made their way down raised the urgency of her question. Raising an eyebrow, the white filly spouted out, “How is it that your mouth is so strong?”

Fluttershy looked down at the child’s plentiful magenta hair as she pranced her way down her wooden stairwell. It took her a while to safely ascend to her first floor but when she did, she lowered the child’s diapered backside on the ground and wiped her tongue with her hoof. “Phht. Gimme a sec.”

Being the innocently curious child she was, Sweetie Belle turned around and snuck a peak at her caretaker. Upon seeing Fluttershy’s ‘icky’ facial expression, she couldn’t help but snicker.

Pulling a hair strand off of her tounge, the motherly mare shook her head. “Ugh. Alright. Uh, well…” She sounded, bumping the child’s diapered rump in the air with her forehead.

The filly hopped to her little somewhat weak legs, spouting out a quick little “eep.”

Fluttershy rested a wing over the filly’s backside for support, while she slowly cohered her forward. “Try straightening your back when you walk and you won’t have to push so hard with your back legs. Anyway, to answer your question, our mouths are very strong. A pony’s skull is harder than diamonds after all.” She said, taking a quick glance at her child’s posture.

Sweetie Belle kept stumbling forward, with her padded backside drifting left and right in a goofy manner, but it was still stable; atleast for walking across a flat surface.

“Heh.” Fluttershy smiled, retracting her wing from the filly’s tushie. “Close enough.”

Sweetie Belle ‘sat’ falling back on her thickly covered backside like it were a makeshift pillow. Looking up, she raised an eyebrow, “Wait, we have hard heads?”

“Yeah.” The motherly mare said, stopping alongside the filly. She reached her arms around Sweetie Belle, putting her in a hug then began flapping her wings. “But just because you have a strong head, doesn’t mean you should be ramming into things all willy nilly.”

Rolling her eyes, the child huffed a little as she was airlifted a few feet above ground and onto the soft green cushions of the living room couch. “Of course, it doesn’t, I’m not dumb.” She spouted, indignantly as she flopped onto the couch.

“Easy baby.” Fluttershy said, laying on her back. She wiped her eyes with her hooves and looked up at the ceiling.

Sweetie Belle noticed the obviously freshly made bottle of milk- or formula, that was sitting on the living table. She reached both hooves out and grabbed it, taking a curious peak at its milk filled amber nipple. Swallowing a little hard, she stared at her caretaker whom wasn’t paying attention.

Smirking the child slowly inched her way down the couch, popping in between her make-believe mommy’s legs.

“Huh?” Fluttershy questioned, looking down at her tummy only to find her little one crawling her way up her chest with the bottle in her hoof. A smile lit up across her face as her ‘mommy mode’ activated. “Awe baby, does someone want to be fed?”

Sweetie Belle’s smile lit up as she mushed her face against Fluttershy’s tummy. “Guhbuh.”

“Hehe.” Fluttershy giggled, squirming a little against the sensation of Sweetie Belle’s lockes against her chest. Reaching out one hoof, she ran it down the filly’s back. “Come on Sweetie Belle, lift your head and say ‘ah.”

The filly stuck her tongue out for a brief second then opened her mouth just enough to nom the bottle’s nipple. Her cheeks puckered as she sucked the thing, taking in as much as the formula as possible.

Snickering, Fluttershy raised her one hoof again and stroked the filly’s hair. “Now Sweetie Belle, measured sips. We don’t want some foal getting a tummy ache, now do we?”

“Noooo.” The filly said in a delightfully childish way, then went back to gently tempering the amount of milk in her bottle. She Reached her hooves around Fluttershy’s barrel and hugged it tight like she were some sort of big teddy bear.

Fluttershy prodded her hoof into Sweetie Belle’s curly violet and periwinkle locks and whirled it around. “Ooh, some pony is such a big filly.” She complimented, backing her hoof out of the filly’s hair. Lovingly, she ran it down the white fur of her neck and down her back.

Sweetie Belle melted at her caretaker’s hoof, gushing at the sensation of circles being rubbed into her back. She drooled a little bit, planting her cheek on her caretaker’s chest as it happened.

“Goood girl.” Fluttershy cooed, continuing to hold the bottle up in the air as she massaged her little one’s back, “Oh, somebody really loves her baba doesn’t she?”

The white filly’s face lit up a bright hue of red, it was ‘her’ baba- her bottle. She was just a foal being fed her bottle and Fluttershy- she was the mommy. Her vision went hazy as images of herself being loved in nurtured started popping up in her mind. The kisses, hugs, and cuddles were all hers, because she was a little foal.

Sure enough, by the time she opened her misty eyes again. She stared up at the same loving figure of maternity that she was starting to like more and more. And her figure of maternity was staring down at her with the same beautifully lovingly radiant aquamarine eyes as the ones in her dream.

“Oh, good girl.” Fluttershy cooed again, running her hoof down the filly’s backside as to adjust the girl higher up on her chest. She set the bottle aside and used both hooves to inch the girl up, with one hand on her back, the other on her diapered backside. As she moved the filly
up, she couldn’t help but feel just how warm Sweetie Belle had gotten. Not just in temperature around the body, but also around the rump.

Smirking, the women’s expression turned into a full-fledged grin as she looked at her little foal’s sleepy eyes close, “Ooh Sweetie Belle, who’s a wittle cutie foal, being all gushy with momma.”

“Hmm?” Sweetie Belle questioned, oblivious to her current condition as she rested her cheek somewhere between her caretaker’s chest and neck. She nuzzled Fluttershy’s sun-dipped fur, closing her eyes as she got comfortable.

Fluttershy kept a steady hand on the filly’s back, patting her soggy nappy with her hoof. Leaning her head in, she whispered, “Hehe! I said, someone is a wittle cutie foal.”

Sweetie Belle smiled, closing her eyes fully. She stuck her hoof in her mouth to imitate the missing sensation of pacifier on top of her tongue and between her teeth. She let her body droop fully onto Fluttershy like she was butter on top of a hot pancake.

Still, The mare kept patting Sweetie Belle’s rump occasionally sinking her hoof into its padding, keeping her pressed close to her chest. “Shh, that’a girl. Ooh, someone is a little sleepy foal isn’t she? Yes she is- she’s just a big tired baby filly.” She cooed, playing into her filly’s state of relaxation.

The child continued retaining the warm thoughts, letting her woken mind think of nothing but her mushy feelings - which only propelled her sense of comfort. And then it happened, like a pot that hadn’t been stirred properly, she burnt out; she was spent.

“Hehe, awe.” Fluttershy sounded, continuing to pat the filly’s rump. She leaned her snout against the filly’s forehead and kissed it. “Oh, you’re such a little doll. A sleepy doll at that.” She commented, looking up at the ceiling again with a proud smile on her face.

Author's Note

I'm aware this chapter feels a bit more 'mature' compared to the rest of the story, but it's intentional. Sweetie Belle is a little more insecure because of her spotty sense of self-control and Fluttershy is a little inappropriate because of how unexpected Sweetie Belle's acceptence as a 'foal' is.

It's a hard dynamic to explain, but it's like the two of them are testing their the extend of their roles for once, instead of just Sweetie Belle.

That being said, there's more interesting stuff to come. And yes, I promise the next chapter is going to be cute.

~Oliver-England

Chapter Six: Market

From all around the little white unicorn, the proximal sounds of some familiar voices echoed through her dreams and prompted her to awaken. With a slight flicker of her eyes and a gentle yawn, the filly emerged from her sleep. Slumped up comfortably against Fluttershy like she was a comfy pillow.

“Ooh.” Fluttershy smiled, glancing over at her friend before she looked back at her little filly. With a big smile on her face, she ran a hoof through Sweetie Belle’s curly pretty purple hair. “Ooh, I think the baby is waking up.”

Rarity excitedly leaned closer to the caretaker and foal enamored by the sight of her little sister in her state of foal hood. “Awe, she’s so cute!” the white unicorn praised, watching as Sweetie Belle struggled to open her eyes fully, “You really are a miracle worker with foals, you know?”

Still too drowsy to comprehend her situation, Sweetie Belle continued snuggling up to the motherly mare as her thoughts caught up with reality.

“Ah ah ah Rarity.” Fluttershy objected, continuing to look into her foal’s sleepy amethyst eyes with a warm smile on her face, “Sweetie may be playing as a foal, but she’s the same big filly as when she came here.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Rarity conceded, reaching out a hoof. Setting it on her sister’s back she drug it through the filly’s white silky fur like she were a puppy. “Ooh, it’s just so nice to see her so content being swaddled. Celestia knows she’s been bouncing off the walls since the moment she could walk on all fours.”

“Heh, well Sweetie Belle is certainly a handful. But only cause I like to make her days feel extra special.” Fluttershy cooed, watching as her little one’s look of disillusion turn into a happy little grin.

Leaning in a bit, Rarity reached out a hoof and gently combed it through her little sister’s curly purple mane. “Ooh, is that right? Do you like being Fluttershy’s special foal?” she asked in a cheery manner.

The white filly’s face lit up very slightly as she listened to her sister’s patronizing comments. Defensively she spouted, “Noooo!”

“Yeah, of course she doesn’t.” Fluttershy played along with her little one’s claim, hugging the little unicorn closer to her chest and planting a big smootch on the filly’s forehead, “Sweetie Belle is much too big to like foal things.”

“Yeah.” Sweetie Belle reaffirmed, half sticking her tongue out at her sister as she was lifted in the air by her caretaker. A bit surprised by the sudden elevation, she soon realized that Fluttershy had stood up.

Wanting to return to her former conversation with her friend, Fluttershy hopped off the couch with Sweetie Belle still supported against her chest with a single hoof. “As I was saying though Rarity, I’m sure Sweetie Belle has been enjoying the foal treatment.”

Rarity sat back against the couch, content with the sight in front of her. “Well, I can defiantly see that. I figured she’d be alright with you spoiling her a little. But clearly you’ve spoiled her to a whole other level.”

Sweetie Belle glanced over at her sister as she was lifted up by her under hooves, then glanced over at her caretaker. To her surprise, both Rarity and Fluttershy retained a similar leer as she was lowered into some sort of contraption which kept her backside suspended a meter above the ground and a 360 degree tray keeping her hooves from doing much other than resting or playing with a few mounted toys.

“W-what is this?” The filly asked, kicking her legs a little, causing the contraption to bounce up and down in a manner akin to a bobble head. Confused, she curiously batted a pair of colorful plastic key’s with her hoof.

Rarity interjected, a little proud of her foal-sitting knowledge. “Ooh that? That’s a foal-walker Sweetie Belle.”

Fluttershy similarly smiled at the filly, impressed by Rarity’s answer. “Mmmhmm.” She hummed, walking up to the play-thing. Giving the filly a warm grin, she flipped a little safety switch on the side of the contraption. “It’s to help keep little active foals’ hooves having fun, while grownups do boring grown up stuff.”

“R-really?” Sweetie Belle asked, half focused on Fluttershy’s answer as she tilted her head to the side. Perplexed by a simplified speechless Simon-says contraption on her walker’s tray. Her mouth went agape.

“Yeah.” Fluttershy replied, happy to see Sweetie Belle’s attention so quickly swayed. “Well, feel free to explore the living room and play all you want. Just be sure to stay where Rarity or I can see you.” She said, before turning her back to her foal.

Rarity snickered a little, “Heh, well that was easy wasn’t it?”

“Heh, yeah it is.” Fluttershy smiled, hopping back on her little green couch. Fairly well balanced, the mare slumped back a little into the couch cushion. “I think you misunderstand children Rarity.”

“Huh, whatever do you mean?” Rarity asked, similarly slumping back in the couch’s cushions, a little confused by her friend’s inniuation, “Why, I’ve had more foal sitting experience than you have.”

Smirking a little, Fluttershy consoled her friend. “Well I’m not talking about your foal sitting skills Rarity, I just mean your comprehension.” She said, pointing a hoof over at Sweetie Belle.

Sweetie Belle meanwhile, continued to idly hop off the ground every few seconds in a somewhat subconscious manner. As her actual thought process kept her forehooves busy solving a simplistic but still hard to navigate tracking toy.

“See Rarity. Little fillies, colts, and even adults ponies aren’t very different from foals.” Fluttershy argued, as she and her friend stared at the little white unicorn like she was a specimen of sorts. “If you put something new in front of any pony, if they’re interested they’re going to want their curiosity fulfilled.”

“Hmm?” Rarity questioned, resting her hoof on her chin as she continued to glance over at her admittedly foalish looking younger sister.

Fluttershy continued to beam in a proud manner. “See Rarity, I didn’t do anything to make Sweetie Belle want to ‘be younger’. I just gave her the opportunity to explore a side of youth uh- or infancy that’s so taboo for fillies and colts her age to cling to. So, when I offered a comforting supporting environment for her explore acting like a foal again. She really got into it.”

“Oooh.” Rarity said, rather amused by her friend’s sentiments. “I guess that makes sense. Although, I don’t think she was particularly discouraged from being a foal growing up. In fact, she was very coddled growing up.”

“Well I wouldn’t doubt it, but the point still remains true.” Fluttershy replied.

Rarity raised an eyebrow, “What? How so?”

Stifling a laugh, Fluttershy watched as her little filly’s tongue stuck out innocently at the sight of her tracking toy’s second puzzle. “Heh. Rarity, the focal point is all fillies, colts, and even adult ponies desire to natured to some degree. I’m just presenting Sweetie Belle with a special safe space for her to fulfill that lingering desire of hers. It just so happens that space to her is foal hood, you know?”

Smirking a little, the white mare relucatantly nodded her head. “Hmm, well that’s an interesting way to put it. I guess it hasn’t done her any harm.”

Sweetie Belle smiled, successfully moving one plastic square from one side of her tracker toy’s track to the other. Excited, she hopped up and down in the kind of low gravity manner the gizmo let her. “Fluttershy, Fluttershy! I did it!”

“Ooh, good filly!” Fluttershy patronized, seemingly ignoring Rarity as she stood up on the couch and flashed her little one a big smile.

Smirking coyly herself, Rarity snickered at the sight. “Heh, well at least Sweetie Belle isn’t launching herself in a big sling shot or something.” She said, standing up herself “You have my contact Fluttershy, just call me over if you need me.” Hopping off the couch, she landed on the hard wood floor and idly paced over to her little sister.

Sweetie Belle puckered her lips a bit and looked up curiously at her sister as came closer.

“You behave yourself sweetie butt.” Rarity teased, planting a kiss on the filly’s forehead.

“Heh, okee. Bye Rarity!” Sweetie Belle cheered, waving her hoof with a shameless enthusiasm, “I’ll see you later!”

Taking her spot infront of the baby walker, Fluttershy sat her rump on the ground and watched as the fashionista made her way out the front door. “Huh, I’m surprised to see her leave so soon. The tea hadn’t even warmed up on the kettle.”

“Hehe!” Sweetie Belle smiled, playfully continuing to bounce up and down in her walker, “Maybe she doesn’t wanna get wrapped up all the foal play.”

“Heh, maybe.” Fluttershy nodded, peaking behind at Rarity then looking towards Sweetie Belle. Looking down at the filly with a slight smirk she teased her, “Or maybe she just didn’t want to get caught having to change a stinky diaper.”

“Heyyyy!” Sweetie Belle whined, sticking her tongue out playfully at her caretaker. “I didn’t poop myself!”

Fluttershy giggled, gesturing with her head for her foal to follow her. “Maybe not yet.” She teased, “Now come on, I got to get the kettle off the oven and if you walk well I’ll grab you cookie!”

“Eek, a cookie?” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, doing a quick succession of hops, then toddled her way over to the caretaker pushing the heavy plastic contraption with her all the while.

A grin grew across Fluttershy’s face as she walked into the kitchen. “My my my, someone’s a little pro in her walker, isn’t she?” She rhetorically asked, flipping the switch off on her oven’s element. Pacing over to a white pot, she popped off the top and reached in.

Sweetie Belle, smiled. “Ooh, so that’s where you keep your cookies.”

Pulling her hoof out, Fluttershy raised an eyebrow at the jar. Her puzzled expression soon turned a dazed at the realization. “Oooh, yeah. I forgot it said ‘cookie jar’ on the front. I suppose it’s a little hard for you to see when you’re not in your walker.”

Wagging her tail back and forth, the white filly stared up excitedly at the rainbow sprinkle covered treat that was held just a nudge above her head.

“Well. Actually, hold on a second.” Fluttershy said, setting the cookie down on the walker’s sterile white tray. Reaching her hooves out, she picked up her little filly by the under hooves and helped her out of her walker, setting her down on her diapered tushie on the kitchen’s hard tile floor.

“Better.” Fluttershy smiled handing over the cookie, “Now, if you get any crumb-bums anywhere. I can just sweep them up later.

Contently, Sweetie Belle looked up at Fluttershy with wide eyed cheerful expression as she nommed her soft-cake cookie.

Fluttershy gushed a little, looking at her filly’s big magenta eyes. “Awe, Sweetie Belle. Who like her cookie?”

“Meeee!” Sweetie cheered, waggling her tail like an excited puppy.

“Heh, I bet.” Looking down at the little filly’s head and barrel. “Ooh, what do you want to do today? We could spend some time on swing set or garden, or maybe do a puzzle, or I we could do hoofsie painting. Ooh, you know what?”

“What?” Sweetie asked, looking down at her hoof. Gently, she licked what little vanilla icing was left over from her cookie.

Fluttershy looked up in the air as if to avoid direct eye contact with her filly. “Weeeelll.” She looked down, “If you wanted to be a brave filly, I could take you up to the store in your stroller.” She looked right at her filly with a small grin, “We’re kinda short on cow milk, plus if you come we could get you your very own foal dolly. I’ve got plenty of clothes, just- well, no dolly.”

Sweetie Belle, surprisingly continued to smile. “Really? That sounds like fun!”

“Really?” Fluttershy sounded, rising an eyebrow. Smiling subtly, she nodded. “Well, that’s good! It’ll give us something to do and it’ll give me an excuse to put you a little outfit.”

“An outfit?” Sweetie Belle questioned, a little confused by her Fluttershy’s comment.

Walking up to the little filly, Fluttershy picked her up by the under hooves and brought her into a cradle against her body. “Well yeah silly.” She smiled, pushing the baby walker back into the kitchen with her one free hoof.

Sweetie Belle blinked, tilting her head to the side- not that Fluttershy could see her. “Why, though?” she asked, hugging her little hooves around the mare’s neck.

“Cause Sweetie…” Fluttershy said, pushing the walker to the side and using her one free hoof- the one that wasn’t supporting Sweetie Belle’s bottom, to support her head. “Aside from you technically being a big filly. I hate to flaunt foals around wearing nothing but a diaper. At the best, the baby doesn’t have an accident and they just look like they’re wearing cheap undies-“ Fluttershy said, patiently pacing up the stairs, “The silly filly diapers that is; cloth diapers aren’t AS bad. But at worst, the diapers get used and all saggy, then it’s an aesthetic problem and a sanitary one.”

“Heh, this must really be a pet peeve of yours.” Sweetie Belle said, closing her eyes and contently resting her head in the nook between Fluttershy’s chin and neck.

Fluttershy giggled, walking up to her foal’s nursery. “Heh, not exactly. I just deal with a lot of baby animals who have to wear diapers indoors. So- well you see how the problem is the same with little fillies and colts.”

“Yeah.” Sweetie Belle smiled, as they approached the wardrobe. For a brief second, she was lifted in the air then gently set down on her carpeted ground.

“Heh, however…” Fluttershy paused, opening the wardrobe’s big wooden door. She dug inside and pulled out just what she was hoping for, “That’s not to say- I don’t appreciate a good diaper cover.”

Looking up Sweetie Belle smiled at the sight of the pants above her. “Woah- they’re kind cute!” She said happily.

“Right?” Fluttershy questioned, sticking her hooves into the pink-diaper cover’s leg holes. She playfully stretched them off, turning them 180 degrees to show off the white ruffles on the back. “They’re 100% foalish and 100% stylish. Now, we just gotta find you a bonnet…

Reaching into her wardobe, Fluttershy reached into the closet and pulled out a big white bonnet with a white flowery trim. “Here Sweetie, look in the mirror.” Fluttershy said, pointing her hoof towards the reflective piece of glass. “Now, I just gotta do a little tugging.” She said, pushing back Sweetie floofy purple locks, and snuggly wrapped the bonnet around her filly’s head, tugging the strings underneath her chin.

“Hmm?” Sweetie Belle questioned, tilting her head back in forth in the mirror, as she starred at herself. While her diaper cover did only emphasize the way her diaper flared around her backside. The bonnet did do a good job covering her hair.

“See? Mommashy knows what she’s doing.” Fluttershy boasted, gently adjusting the strings as she tied them in a knot. “Once we get you in the stroller, you shouldn’t garner much attention anyway. A filly your age isn’t a whole lot bigger than a filly half your age.” She said, looking down at the girl then her eyes went wide. “Ooh, gimme a sec- I just thought of something.”

Sweetie Belle turned her head, watching as her aunt zipped out then showed back up a minute later. This time returning with her floral themed diaper bag in her mouth.

“Uah-“ The sun-coloured mare sounded, letting the thing flop to the ground. Reaching inside, she pulled up a bit of cover-gel and approached the foal. “I almost forgot, you have a cutie mark now.”

“Yeah- hey!” Sweetie Belle yelped, uncomfortably fidgeting as her caretaker spread the cream across her sensitive colourful skin.

Fluttershy grimaced, a little uncomfortable as she covered her filly’s mark. “Ooh, I know it’s a little ouchie Sweetie Belle. But it’ll keep you from being found out.”

Sweetie Belle took a deep breath. “Oooh, you know I could always just go out without a diaper and everything. “

Smirking, the sun-coloured mare nodded. “It’s up to you Sweetie Belle. Although there’s another cookie in it for you if you play along.”

Puckering her eyebrows, a little, the little white filly looked down at her diaper and back at herself in the mirror. Sighing, she smiled a little. “O-okay. Deal.”

“Heh, I thought so.” Fluttershy smiled, rubbing a hoof loving up and down the filly’s back. “Now remember, if anyone tries talking to you. Just respond with babbles and leg kicks. Your secret is safe as long as no one connects the dots. Besides, it’s a Tuesday morning. I’m sure no one is in the shopping center.”

***

Sweetie Belle smiled, looking up at the store’s ceiling tiles from the cozy confines of her stroller. Sticking her hoof up to her mouth, she wrapped her lips around it licking it a little. Truthfully, especially with the the way her stroller tilted her backwards, she almost wished she had her binky- or maybe even her baba. Just something to calm her down enough to turn her drowsiness to a relaxing nap. But, she knew she was supposed to pick out her toy.

But, as that was still a little while’s away as Fluttershy was stuck conversating at the dairy booth with her friend.

“Oh my, only ten bits for a gallon. Why thank you Greta.” The sun coloured mare gushed, enamored by her friend’s discount.

Smiling back, the Holstien Fresien cow nodded. “Ooh, it’s no problem at all. I do make the product after all and I’ve been lactating a lot more ever since my little ones have gotten a bit bigger.”

Responding with a similarly charmed expression, the motherly mare titled her head to the side. “Ooh yeah! How are little Billy and Lily?”

“They’re doing fine!” The cow responded, picking up the jug of milk and setting it on top of the glass counter that divided the two. “I mean, I guess I should expect it with them being twins and all. But they’re both a little big for their age. In fact, Billy is actually starting to get good at walking. So, I’ve had to set up play-pen fences around the house and you know what a hassle that is.”

“Oh, why yes I do. I’ve taken care of many cows before.” She giggled happily, “The real problem is when they get upset and charge you.”

The cow nodded, “Heh, I definetly know that feeling. I guess it’s a bit easier for to deal with than a mare like yourself though.”

From one ear Sweetie Belle’s passive listening picked up a single phrase, ‘Who’s the little one you’re taking care of today?’

“Ohh, my baby?” Fluttershy asked, playfully scooting her bulky black and pink stroller back and forth. “She’s just a friend’s sister I’m watching over for the summer.”

“Hmm, how come?” The cow asked, flaring her ear in a perky manner.

Fluttershy smiled, picking the milk up from the counter and set it down in the basket underneath the stroller’s seat. “Oh you know, she’s a bit of a late bloomer and needed a sitter that could be a little more supportive over the summer.” She simpered, opening up Sweetie Belle’s diaper bag. Pulling out eleven bits, she set it on the counter. “The extra bit is a tip. I’m not exactly sure if I’m gonna feed her my milk yet, so I might be picking up milk a little more frequently than usual.”

The cow pawed the bits to her side of the counter with a small nod. “Ooh, well thank you.” She answered, waving her hoof. “If you ever need any baby clothes, feel free to talk to me. Celestia knows my little one’s are outgrowing them a mile a minute.”

“Will do.” Fluttershy responded, turning her back to her friend. Merrily, she clip clopped her hooves down the isle ways. “What a nice cow.”

“Wait- can I try your milk?” Sweetie Belle blurted out in a regular tone of voice.

Fluttershy’s eyes opened wide as she looked all around her. Thankfully, there was no pony nearby. She stopped the cart and walked ahead enough to look at Sweetie. Wrinkling her nose, she smirked. “Oh wow. I was going to say to not use big girl words. But, do you needa change?”

Sweetie blushed a little, “Not exactly, but I kinda have to go.”

“Can you hold it?” Fluttershy asked, a little concerned.

“I-I think so.” Sweetie Belle nodded, not particularly concerned with it. She watched as Fluttershy back up again. “Wai- binky?” she questioned in a more foalish tone, trying not blow her cover.

Holding back a chuckle, the motherly mare nodded. “Ooh, you want your binky?” She asked, trailing to the back of the stroller. Opening up the diaper bag she pulled out a sizably pink butterfly-guard pacifier. “Here you go lovey.” She cooed, coming back and sticking it in her foal’s mouth.

Contently, Sweetie Belle fell back into her seat comfortable underneath the safety of her safety straps and the warmth of summer air. Grinning underneath the guard of her pacifier, she watched as Fluttershy pushed her down the mostly empty isles of the quiet grocery store.

“Ooh, lovey. Does someone like her little buggy?” Fluttershy asked, amused by the quiet suckling she could hear from behind the awning of her foal’s stroller. “I dunno about you, but this thing is a lot more comfortable to use than a store trolly.

As Sweetie Belle’s head was far too nestled in the plushie confines her buggy’s head pillow and her lips were far too occupied subtly suckling the big rubber nipple in her mouth. She nodded simply nodded in a rather dazed manner.

“Well, I think this just a lovey time to…” Sweetie heard, then black out.

***

“Ooh, sorry Sweetie Belle.” Fluttershy apologized, tugging her baby’s bonnet forward just enough to cover up her big glassy foal eyes.

"Awhhh.” Sweetie Belle yawned stretching her tiny hooves in the air and she wiggled her back a little. Slightly uncomfortable on the hard wooden surface she was laying on she asked, “Where are we?”

Fluttershy smirked a little, gently tugging the ruffled diaper cover off her filly’s legs. “Ooh, we’re just on the outskirts between Ponyville and the Evergreen Forest.” Grabbing the tapes of her little filly’s diaper she tugged them off.

“Huh?” She questioned, confused about the commotion going on around her butt. “Wait- did I have an accident?”

The motherly mare nodded. “Heh, oh did you ever! I’m not sure exactly when you did it.” She panned, causally lifting up her little one’s backside up. “But, when I went up to buy your doll and a couple of other things. I had some started talking to a stallion friend of mine and being a father himself, he was quick to point out that you were a stinky butt.”

“Oooh no!” Sweetie Belle’s face lit up a bright shade of red as she covered her face with her white hooves. “That’s so embrassing!”

Fluttershy slowly pulled her baby’s dirty diaper off her equally dirtied backside and casually wrapped it in a ball. “What? It’s not like anybody knew who you were.” She consoled as she pulled out a few wipes and began casually cleaning her backside, “You’re a foal now Sweetie Belle. You basically live to eat, have fun, look cute, and poop yourself.”

Sweetie Belle groaned at the comment, “Ooh, my gosh. Don’t say that.” She said, not willing to live up to her shame. “It’s not like I’m even a real foal though.”

“Heh, I dunno Sweetie Belle.” Fluttershy teased, picking up her baby powder. Twisting the cap, she poured on a plentiful amount, not particularly caring how much got on her baby’s backside. “I mean, I’m no doctor. But you did- well you know- in your sleep.”

“I’m notta baby!” Sweetie Belle pouted, frowning in a somewhat genuine manner.

Fluttershy smirked. “Ooh, I’m sorry dear.” She cooed in an enduring manner. She tucked the baby powder away and pulled a diaper that was loose from its pack out of the diaper bag. Lifting up her foal’s backside, she pushed it underneath her. “I’ll tell you what dear. You’ve been a really good tonight. How about after dinner, we have a bit of cake?”

Sweetie Belle wanted to keep huffing, but the offer was too good. With a slight hopeful smile on her face, she nodded.

“That’s my big filly.” Fluttershy praised her foal. Bringing the diaper in-between her legs she then taped the sides snuggly around her waist. Lifting the diaper cover up in the air, she laced each one of Sweetie Belle’s little hooves through their respective leg holes and tugged the ruffled pants up her hatches and over her backside.

As Sweetie laid with her tummy up to the sun, a part of her wanted cover herself from the baking heat, but the other part enjoyed being warm outdoors.

“Comfy?” Fluttershy smiled, reaching her hoof over. She very slowly brushed the fuzzy hair on her filly’s white tummy.

With a slight smirk on her face, Sweetie Belle nodded. She was pretty comfy.

"Mmm... come here." Fluttershy cohersed the girl, lifting her diapered tuckis up on her lap. She reached out her arms and bright the child into a loving embrace, wrapping her hooves around the girl tight. "Ooh, it's such a pretty day out Sweetie." She said, looking past her filly and towards the town and it's long winding dirt trail. She took in a deep breath, circulating the sunny day air through her nose and mouth, happy to live in such a lush-green slice of rural life.

Sweetie Belle meanwhile, humbly rested her head on her Fluttershy's chest. Her cheek brushed up against her floofy yellow fur. Taking breath herself, she melted in her caretaker's arms. "Yeah- I'm definitely comfy."

"So am I Sweetie Belle." The mare reaffirmed, stairing into the grassy border of the colorful wooden township, "So am I."

Author's Note

For those who have been following my stories/art closely, this chapter took a while to write. While I'd like to chalk up my six-month hiatus of this story to a lack of free time- which definitely was a major factor- the other part had a lot to do with my artistic motivation drifting in some other directions including new stories that are currently in the works, new short stories which have been tagged along with my new visual art, and the improvement of the visual quality of my art in general.

Now that I have more free time to work on things and I've gotten back into the groove of writing more pony-based material, I do plan on publishing chapters of this story on a more frequent basis, and will hopefully wrap it up by the end of the summer. With a story like 'Holding Onto You' I can get away with posting up to 20 or 30 chapters because the story has so many opportunities for expansion and interesting twist- namely because in a more serious human universe there's more opportunity to shape it the way I want to. With a story like 'Fluttershy the Foalsitter'- a story grounded in a heart-warming scenes and a close to the show appearance, it'd be best to keep the plot short and sweet.

The next chapter as I plan it, will encompass a whole lot more poetically-centered slower scenes opposed to the fast-paced action-centered tone of this chapter.

Also for those interested in 'Holding Onto You' expect the next chapter to be posted sometime later tonight.

Chapter Seven: Nap Time

“We’re hoooome!” Fluttershy jovially sang, as she pushed Sweetie’s foal buggy through the front door. Stepping inside, she gently kicked the door behind her and sighed in relief. “Ooh, Celestia. Nothing feels better than air-conditioning on a sunny day like this.”

Sweetie Belle looked up at the sun-coloured mare with a big smile on her face. “I dunno. I mean it’s kinda humid out, but I like the sunshine.” She smiled, looking down at her fuzzy white tummy as her safety harness was undone.

“Heh, well trust me Sweetie. I love the sun myself.” Fluttershy smiled, brushing her hair out of her face. Reaching at Sweetie Belle with both hooves, she picked up and into a small embrace. “But, I also spend a lot of time tending to my garden and my animals.”

“Well, at least you’ve got a super cool piece of land to hang out around though.” Sweetie Bell exclaimed, as she sat on the ground.

Leaning forward, Fluttershy started to unfasten her little one’s bonnet. “Heh, well thank you. I guess that is a plus isn’t it?” she asked rhetorically as gently tugged the bonnet from off her little one’s head. “I do sometimes forget how nice it is to have a whole house to myself. Admittedly though, it does get a little lonely around here.”

Tilting her head to the side, the white filly tilted her head to the side and looked up at her caretaker. “Wait, but you take care of animals and stuff, don’t you? How do you get lonely?” She asked curiously, sticking her hoof in her mouth a little.

“Heh, I mean the animals ARE nice company Sweetie Belle. Don’t get me wrong-“ the mare paused, standing up and walking over to the backside of the stroller. Opening up the floral coloured diaper bag, she pulled out a purple pacifier. “Come here dear.”

Obediently, Sweetie Belle stood up and toddled over to Fluttershy then took a seat on her diapered rump as she looked up.

“I just noticed I forgot your binky.” Fluttershy smiled, pushing the thing’s rubber nipple into her little one’s mouth. “As I was saying through, my animals do keep me company. But, ponies are social creatures and sometimes we just crave interaction even if we don’t necessarily want it.”

Sweetie Belle puckered her eyebrows.

Looking down at her little one, Fluttershy couldn’t help but smirk at her puzzled expression. “Heh, interaction with ponies that is.” She elaborated, reaching to her side again, this time picking up the 4 Liter of milk from the back of her stroller.

“Um, do you want an example?” The mare asked, looking down at her little one.

Sweetie Belle nodded.

“Okay. Well, imagine if you woke up in the morning in your crib. You’ve made a stinky, you’re hungry, and you’re by all by yourself right- no way to get out?” Fluttershy asked, presenting the item high up in the air like she was doing a show and tell.

Sweetie Belle nodded again.

Fluttershy grinned. “Well, if you were all lonely and waited too long. Your dirty diaper would give you a rash and your empty tummy may cause you to get sick or something.” She said, setting the plastic-container of milk down in front of the filly.

Being the observant child she was, Sweetie Belle watched as the milk was set in front of her. Even going as far as to reach her hoof out and run it down the side of the plastic container’s cold wet side.

“But, if your momma Fluttershy or other pony was around, they could get you out of your crib…” Fluttershy continued to talk, reaching her hoof out and resting it under Sweetie Belle’s chin to grab her attention. Meeting her own aquamarine eyes with her little one’s amethyst eyes she smiled warmly. “Then, he or she could get you out of your stinky diaper. They could change you and more importantly, they could give you your baba of milk so that you get plenty of the nutrients you need.” She let her hoof fall back on the ground, “Do you understand?”

Sweetie Belle’s expression lighted up a little, “Ooh, I see. So like, when I’m in a predicament I can’t get out of myself. If I reach out to someone even unintentionally, it can really help?”

“Exactly, Sweetie!” Fluttershy nodded reassuringly. “Heh, you’re so much smarter than I give you credit for. Truthfully, I sometimes forget that you’re not actually a foal.”

“Well, Rarity always did say I have a baby face.” Sweetie Belle smiled, still a little flustered with pride from her caretaker’s comment.

Fluttershy giggled, picking up the gallon of milk and trailing back to her kitchen. “Heh, well the diaper definitely isn’t helping. Although admittedly, I haven’t seen too many foals around Ponyville wearing disposable diapers like you.”

A little surprised by her foalsitter’s sudden departure, Sweetie Belle hopped up on her feet and waddle after her in a clumsy manner. “Wait- what do they wear than?”

“Hehe, well most of them wear cloth diapers dear.” Fluttershy answered setting her gallon of milk down on her granite counter top. Opening up her cabinet, she revealed a series of 355 ml baby bottles. “I mean, you’ve seen Mr. and Mrs. Cake’s foals, right?”

Sweetie Belle once again sat down on her pampered backside. Sliding back on the kitchen’s linoleum floor a little, she spread her back legs a little and leaned forward on her front hooves. “Mmmhmm, do they wear cloth diadees?” she asked, curiously observing as a dozen bottles- each sporting a slightly different design, were uncapped in front of her

Fluttershy looked quickly a little off taken by the use of the word ‘diadees’ but then smirked. “Heh, yes Sweetie. The cake twins do wear cloth ‘diadees’. She chuckled, as she uncapped her milk’s container and professionally poured an appropriate amount into each separate bottle.

Sweetie Belle tilted her head to the side, observing curiously as each of the bottles was filled to their top line with the white milk, “So, like, why don’t you use cloth diapers?”

“Cause, I’m much too old to old to wear diapers, Sweetie.” Fluttershy snickered as she continued to fill up the last the three bottles.

Rolling her eyes, the child scowled. “Ugh, that’s not what I meant!”

“Hehe, I know Sweetie Butt.” Fluttershy giggled, packing the bottles into their individual spot in one of her ‘six-pack’ carriers. Grabbing one of the six pack carriers with teeth, she walked over to her empty fridge and set it down. “I’ll answer you in a minute.”

Sweetie Belle took a deep breath and watched patiently as her the motherly mare, picked up the second carrier with her mouth and carried it over to the fridge, setting it aside the other one.

“Bleh.” Fluttershy spat, wiping her mouth off with her hoof. Picking up one of the babas out of its container, she turned around. “Alright. As I was saying. I buy disposable diapers because they’re a lot more convenient to ‘clean up’ after.” She said, slowly pacing over to the foal.

Reaching up, Sweetie Belle grabbed her caretaker’s leg and used it to help her climb up and onto her legs. “Thanks.” She uttered, standing up properly once again.

“You’re welcome baby cakes.” Fluttershy smiled, continuing to pace over to the living room with the bottle still in her hoof. “But yeah. Most ponies in Ponyville have a lot of time to clean out the the lining of their foal’s diaper and hand wash them and set them out to dry. But, until there was you, I only ever foal-sat maybe once or twice a month and the disposables were just a little bit more convenient- even if they were a little pricier.” She answered, pausing in the middle of the kitchen.

Following behind her foal sitter, Sweetie Belle looked around trying to figure out what may have caused Fluttershy to stop in her tracks.

“Wait Sweetie. Where do you want your baba?” Fluttershy questioned, scooping out some locations.

“Ohh, um- is outside an option?” Sweetie Belle asked quite innocently.

Fluttershy smiled a little, pacing forward a tad. “Heh, yeah outside is an option you little solar filly.” She snickered, continuing to up to and out of the front door.

Almost immediately, the mare and filly squinted their eyes at the notably bright evening light.

“Ooh wow.” Fluttershy sounded, nonchalantly turning around and nomming the nape of her filly’s neck. Squinting her eyes a little in response to the overbearing sunlight, she sought out a nice shady tree for comfort. She looked to her left then to her right, to which she spotted her hammock.

Trotting over to the tree, the mare nelt down her neck and dropped her little onto into the net of the hammock.

“Eeep!” Sweetie Belle squeaked, sinking into the woven netting of the fabric. Taking a deep breath, she laid back hunkered her hooves up to her chest.

“Heh, sorry lovey.” Fluttershy smiled fluttering her wings just enough to get herself into the hammock herself. Grabbing her little on by her under hooves, she laid back and set Sweetie Belle’s diapered backside on her tummy.

Sweetie Belle almost immediately laid down on her own tummy, hugging onto Fluttershy’s barrel for support. “Eeee, I don’t think I like hammock’s very much.” She whined, unfamiliar with the gentle rocking sensation.

“Hehe, you’ll get used to it Sweetie baby.” Fluttershy smiled, raising her free hoof and loving stroking the somewhat rough white fur that coated her foal’s back. Lifting Sweetie Belle’s bottle up with her other hoof, she smiled, “If you take your baba, I can hug onto you extra tight so you don’t fall off.”

Sweetie Belle tilted her head to the side, looking suspiciously at the bottle just two inches from her face. “A-are you sure I won’t lose my balance.”

“I promise you’ll be alright Sweetie.” Fluttershy reassured the filly, chuckling a little as she handed off the bottle of milk, “You’re much too heavy to roll off my tummy unless you try to dear.”

Grabbing her bottle with both her hooves, Sweetie Belle brought its rubber nipple up to her lips and began suckling it. “Hehe, such a good filly.” She heard as she felt a small pressure wrap around her body and another one press against her diapered backside.

“Mmmmmm.” Fluttershy hummed, gently patting her little one’s pampered backside. “Ooh, today is a nice day isn’t it?”

Sweetie Belle broke her eyecontact with her baba and peaked her eyes up at her foal sitter, nodding ever so slightly. The summer air felt so warm, but the calming breeze that came from the surrounding Everfree forest seemed to keep things at just the right temperature to be toasty.

“It’s sooo sunny and nice and I’ve got the best little foal in Eqeustria to snuggle with.” Fluttershy snickered, continuing to pat her little one’s backside.

Breaking her lips from the bottle’s nipple, the filly retorted. “Heyy, I am notta foal!”

Fluttershy stared down at her filly admiring the way her curly rose-pink and magenta hair seemed to flop down in every direction. “Heh, is that so? Well, I guess a foal wouldn’t have hair quite as long as yours.” She panned, looking down at her flustered expression, “But, a foal also wouldn’t be drinking from a baba would she?”

“Psst.” Sweetie Belle sounded, spitting out her tongue. “You would too, it’s really yummy milk!”

A devious smirk grew across the mare’s face as she retracted her hoove from around her filly’s back. Snatching the baba up from out of her filly’s hands, she brought it up to her mouth.

Sweetie pouted a little, “Heyyyyy!”

Taking an experimental sip of the baby bottle, Fluttershy put a big false smile. “Hey, you’re right Sweetie.” She paused, taking another small sip. The sweet white milk coating her tongue like pure sugar water. “This milk really is worth being a foal.”

“Yeah, now give it back!” Sweetie called out, a little anxious to get her yummy treat back.

“Heh, I don’t know.” Fluttershy snickered, amused by her little one’s reaction. “I’ll tell you what. How about I let you be the adult and in exchange all you needa do is give me a baba like this twice a day, change my diapers when I go potty, and take me outside to play every once in a while.”

A little more annoyed, Sweetie Belle reached at the bottle with her hooves- to no avail of course. “Noo, I wan the baba!”

Fluttershy held back her urge to chuckle. “A-are you saying you’d prefer to be a stinky foal rather than being a big beautiful mare like mau?”

“Yeah- I’d rather be a stinky foal. Now give me back my bottle.” Sweetie Belle frowned, looking somewhat genuinely upset over her bottle being stolen.

Sobering her amusement, a little, Fluttershy let go of her teasing. “Heh, okay Sweetie Belle. You can have your baba back then.” She smiled, offering her thing of cold milk back.

Sweetie’s expression almost instantaneously lit up as she grabbed a hold of her bottle once again. Like an eager puppy being thrown a dog treat, she quickly wrapped her lips around the rubber nipple once again and started hungry suckling at it.

“Hehe, if I knew you loved milk this much I would have just plopped you in your highchair and let you be for a little while.” Fluttershy smiled, wrapping her hoof around her little one once again. “Of course, then I suppose it does give us an excuse to spend more time together.”

“Mmmhmm.” Sweetie Belle sounded, gently resting her chin on Fluttershy’s chest.

Fluttershy smirked, a little amused by her little one’s gushiness. “Ooh, you’re too cute Sweetie Belle.” She smiled resting her hoof on her little one’s diapered tush and leaning forward, planting a small smootch on her forehead. “It’s probably a good thing you’re not really my daughter, cause I’d baby you way too much.”

“Heh.” Sweetie Belle paused her suckling, looking up at her caretaker with an amused smirk on her face, “You don’t say?”

Giggling herself, Fluttershy smiled. “Heh, yeah.” She ran her hand down Sweetie’s padded backside, feeling up and down its soft pseudo-cotton like exterior before patting it with her hoof again. “I’m not sure if I could bare raising a little filly or colt.” She said, titling her head up at the quite forest green maple leafs hanging over her head.

“Ooh, I dunno.” The young filly argued, as she idly nuzzled her face against Fluttershy’s chest fur, “I mean, I think you’d make a good mom.”

“Heh, do you really think so Sweetie Belle?” Fluttershy questioned, as if she didn’t understand her little one’s remark. Taking a deep breath, she stared idly over at her cottage and the way it’s pale gray limestone blocks seemed to be covered from the base to the top in ivy vines. “What makes you think that?”

Sweetie Belle hugged herself up against Fluttershy’s chest, continuing to subtly nuzzle her caretaker’s chest. “Ooh I dunno. You’ve got a good voice to be a mom and you’re really nice and you smell good.” She added, trying to rationalize her own thoughts.

Fluttershy smiled, taking her hoof from off of Sweetie’s Back and running it through her curly lockes as she staired down at her face. “Heh. Am I good mom or are you flirting with me?” she teased.

“What, no!” The filly pouted, craning her head up so that she rested on her chin. “I just mean that you’re like into being a mom but you’re not overly protective. For being a little foal- even though I’m not a little foal- you’ve done a pretty good job respecting my personal space and taking care of my uh- needs.” She said, her face turning a slight rosy colour.

A little flustered herself, Fluttershy’s lips quivered a little, “Uh-huh?”

“I just, I mean growing up my parents loved me. But I because they were always busy I was always Rarity’s responsibility you know? I mean, I know you intentionally sought me out, but you never made me feel like burden.” Sweetie paused, swallowing a little nervously.

Fluttershy staired down at the filly, with her big amethyst eyes that seemed to capture her gaze better than any actual jewel could. Beyond the fine crystalline architecture of her little one’s irises was a black void that seemed to suck her in, causing all the noise that wasn’t Sweetie Belle’s to phone itself out.

Smiling sweetly, the child blushed a little. “I-I dunno. I mean, I barely remember ever feeling like someone cares for me in the way you do. Like- I feel like everything would be great if I really was your filly, y-you know? You’re just a great mommy Fluttershy- kinda like Mommyshy!” she chirped, happily.

Despite keeping her soft grin steady, Fluttershy couldn’t help swallow a little as she listened to her little one’s words. “T-thank you lovey. I-I feel like you’d make a good filly too, Sweetie Belle.” The mare said, breaking her eye contact to grab hold of her little one’s bottle herself.

“Fluttershy? I can feed myself.” The white filly said, a little perplexed as she watched her foalsitter’s water logged eyes track down her bottle.

“No no, Sweetie. I-I’m fine with feeding you.” The sun-coloured mare insisted, resting her hoof one her Sweetie Belle’s diapered backside as she brought the cold plastic bottle up to her lips. Watching patiently as her little one wrapped her little lips around the rubber nipple again. “I-I’m fine holding your baba for you. I promise I won’t let you fall dear.”

Sweetie Belle grinned a little as she regressed back into her old position. Passively letting her cheek lie against Fluttershy’s warm fuzzy chest as she enjoyed the rise and fall of her caretaker’s chest.

“Good baby.” Fluttershy cooed, enjoying the weighted warmth of her foal laying down on her tummy. Taking a big breath of the clean forest filtered air. The world seemed to phase back into full definition as the shamrock, royal purple, and lemon hues that once surrounded her baby’s gaze shaped themselves into their own vibrant strands of grass, leaves, flowers, and other flora. Her once deaf ears once again opening up to hear the loud chirps of the robins, the buzz of the forest’s crickets, and quiet noises her little one made she shifted.

There was a part of her that wanted to say so much more about how much Fluttershy made her feel content and happy and even made her laugh “Mmm…” Sweetie Belle moaned, as she quietly listened to her caretaker’s heartbeat. Her body swaddled warm and wholly still aside from the occasional bobbing sensation that came with every pat of her pampered backside. But- there was a strangely more intelligent part of her that made her savor the moment. Continuing to lightly suckle the bottle, she couldn’t help but feel her consciousness lapse.

Looking down at her little one with a satisfied smirk, the motherly mare watched as her little one’s eyes flickered closed and her suckling dissipated. Pulling the bottle away in the gentlest manner she could, she used her newly free hoof to pet the filly from the nape of her neck, all the way to the small of her back.

“Ooh Sweetie Belle…” Fluttershy continued to coddle the filly, as she brushed her hand up and down her squishy diapered backside. “You make me feel so young.”

Author's Note

I'll be honest, finishing up this story actually made me a little emotional.

I'm sure anyone who's been following this story knows how much of a turning point it was in the quality of the stories I write and while I'd love to continue it forever. I really felt like the best way to keep this story a short, sweet, lovable story was to end it before it's romantization of nature, babyhood, and maternity lost it's flair.

I just hope to all the fans of "Fluttershy the Foalsitter" out there, that you finished reading the story with a little bit more appreciation of the elements make early-adolescence such an amazing experience to live through and that the knowledge that the appreciation for seemingly neglectable things doesn't have to end with adulthood. Truthfully, there's so much beauty in both the natural world and the artificial world that begs to be looked at poetically and while I only only scratched the surface of both of those worlds, it's my hope that at least some people came out appreciating both just a little bit more

~England

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On another note.

Obviously, I worked on "Fluttershy the Foalsitter" for a little over a year and in that time I've come up with a fair few story ideas which have ranged from a soft 'T' rating all the way up to a hard 'M' rating.

While I do plan on continuing "Holding Onto You" as the primary story I work on. I'll also be working on second written project much like I did with "Fluttershy the Foalsitter" albeit, probably of shorter length.

To get an idea on what you guys would like to see next, I'll leave a link to a poll where you can vote on my next story!

Story Vote Poll: http://oliver-england.deviantart.com/journal/poll/6843559/

I hope you all enjoyed the story and I hope you all have a wonderful day! ~England