Scootaloo's Nursery

Chapters

A stressful Day
The Rules
Dinner Time
Scootaloo's Accident
Truth Or Dare!
A Nightmare and a Different Kind of Accident
Bathtime and Unexpected Visitors
Explaining Things
Spending Time With Daddy
Scootaloo's Special Nursery.
Bonus Chapter: Sweetie's Nightmare

A stressful Day

Two weeks had passed since Scootaloo’s “Punishment” if one could really call it that. Ever since then her mother had been putting her in diapers at least at night, in the day she could do as she pleased.

It was six in the morning and Scootaloo had just woken up from her sleep, luckily she had a dry diaper this night, and her mother was gladly congratulating her for not being wet. “You haven’t been wetting the bed for almost two weeks now. What a good filly.” Dizzy Twister smiled. “I wonder if this means she will want to stop wearing diapers now?” She thought, as she removed Scootaloo’s dry diaper and tossed it in the trash, “Ok Scootaloo I’m going to go get your breakfast ready, make sure you come down when you're ready.” She politely said, but before she left Scootaloo gave her a big hug.

Once the two separated from the hug, Scootaloo went to play with her Rainbow Dash plushie for several minutes, and soon she started talking to it, “Can you believe this, plushie Dash? I actually didn't wet the bed, this is wonderful!” She began to drift off as a small thought started to bother her, “Wait, but that doesn’t mean she’ll stop putting me in diapers at night? What if she doesn't want to baby me even a little, now that I’m not wetting the bed?” She wondered. Though Scootaloo was glad she wasn’t wetting the bed and did still like being a big filly, a small part of her didn’t mind the fact that her bedwetting gave her an excuse for her mom to baby her. “Maybe there’s a way I can make sure Mom will still have to diaper me.” She thought.

Scootaloo’s thoughts were interrupted by a small shout from downstairs. “Scootaloo, breakfast is ready! You better get it before it gets cold!” Upon hearing this, Scootaloo tossed her plushie onto the bed, grabbed all her school supplies, and hurried downstairs. Once she made it downstairs, she smiled brightly. Her mother had just prepared her favorite meal, chocolate chips pancakes with some bananas on the side. Scootaloo licked her lips “That looks yummy, Mom, thanks for making my favorite meal.” She said, and was about to sit in her chair when her mother stopped her.

“Now, Scootaloo, I want to know. Do you want me to feed you, or can you handle feeding yourself this time? I mean, I could always bring your old high chair out from the attic, if you don't think you can handle eating by yourself.” Dizzy Twister said with a wink, patting Scootaloo on her head.

Scootaloo froze for a second, being babied a little was one thing, but being fed in a high chair was a line she wasn’t sure she was willing to cross. “Uh, no thanks, Mom, not this time,” She hastily replied, trying not to blush. “Besides, I don't have time for that stuff right now, I’ve got school in thirty minutes and you would probably feed me slowly anyways! I need to be fast!”

Dizzy sighed, she’d really hoping to feed her daughter herself, it'd been some time since Scootaloo had even wanted to be treated like a foal. It had been least a week since she’d last diapered Scootaloo during the day and treated her like she was still being potty trained. Dizzy knew she had to respect her daughter’s wishes, but all the same she had been hoping for things to last longer than they did. “I do hope nothing is bothering her,” She thought to herself. “Or maybe Scootaloo’s embarrassed about this? No, that doesn't make sense, she was perfectly fine when Twilight and Starlight took care of her.” “Ok, fine, I’ll let you feed yourself for now.” Dizzy replied, trying to not sound mad. (Truthfully she wanted to treat Scootaloo like a little foal, just for a few days with her daughter’s permission. Since Scootaloo had started going back to school, she’d kinda stopped).

Scootaloo tried to push her mother’s unusual request from her mind, she figured her mother wanted to treat her like a foal but she hadn’t expected it to go that far. Or had that been just a trick to get her out of diapers? She knew her mother probably wanted to stop her from wearing them, or rather that's what she kept telling herself (especially since she was slowly not wetting the bed anymore). “Maybe it's because I stopped drinking water at night to help me fall asleep?” She thought, as she slowly finished her food.

As soon as Scootaloo had finished her breakfast, she picked up her saddlebag that she had placed on the ground. She was about to leave, but she turned around and gave her mother a hug. She mostly did this because she felt her mother needed to know Scootaloo loved her, and that she was truly sorry for being so mean to her all those weeks ago.

After Scootaloo finished the hug, she ran out the door, grabbed her scooter, and buzzed off to school. Rather than go directly to the school house though, she decided to make a quick stop at Carousel Boutique and talk to Sweetie Belle. Mostly because, she really wanted to just walk with a friend, and Sweetie Belle was the closest one available (Sweet Apple Acres was a long haul, and Diamond Tiara made it quite clear she didn’t want to give her mother any reason to suspect she was hanging out with the crusaders to get out of her “lessons” on how to behave like a rich pony, as for Silver Spoon, she wasn’t quite on that level of friendship just yet).

As Scootaloo got to the boutique, she smiled when she saw Sweetie leaving the place. “Hey Sweetie Belle, how's it going?” She asked her friend. Scootaloo hasn't really seen her friend all that much between spending time at home and trying to train with Rainbow Dash (she still couldn't fly yet, but she was getting better at building up her wing strength and could stay airborne for at least a minute if launched or carried).

“Everything's fine. How are you doing, Scootaloo?” Sweetie Belle asked, as she placed some papers into her saddlebag.

“I've been better,” Scootaloo unintentionally replied, as the two friends walked to school, “But you know what? It's really nothing to worry about, how was your weekend, Sweetie Belle?” She asked, quickly changing the subject before Sweetie Belle could pry.

“Oh, it was wonderful! I've started taking magic lessons from both Twilight and Ms. Starlight, and I must admit Starlight is a really sweet pony, have you met her yet?” Sweetie Belle asked.

Scootaloo smiled. “Yeah, I met her two weeks ago. My mother left me at Twilight's place for a while and I have to admit, it was quite fun!”

Once the two made it to the school yard, they noticed Apple Bloom wasn't there but it didn't take long for Sweetie Belle to remember why. “It’s too bad Apple Bloom went to visit family, but at least we can still hang out with Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon after school.” Sweetie Belle commented.

Soon the school bell rang, alerting all the little ponies that it was now time for class, all the fillies and colts walked in a line into the schoolhouse.

With Scootaloo away at school, Dizzy Twister was doing her usual house cleaning. She would clean all of downstairs first, and then she would slowly make her way to the other rooms, including Scootaloo's bedroom. She expected her daughter to clean it herself, but Dizzy could at least hopefully get the dust off of the higher places that Scootaloo couldn't reach yet.

Once she had finished cleaning downstairs, Dizzy moved on upstairs. She went to Scootaloo's room first, and not surprisingly to her it was nice and clean. She decided to dust off a few posters and shelves her daughter hadn’t been able to reach, but as she did so, a diary with a blue colored cover fell off the shelf, and opened a little bit.

Dizzy Twister thought about it for a moment, debating whether or not it was right of her to pry into something her daughter probably had wanted to keep secret. Ultimately, against her better judgment she decided she could take a small peek inside “Maybe it will have the answers I need? Maybe it will explain why Scootaloo’s been acting really strange?” She thought.

Dizzy looked around, as if she was expecting her daughter to come bursting into the room at any second and catch her in the act! But nothing happened, and so reluctantly Dizzy picked up the diary, and began to read the entry it had opened to. She read the one that was dated for today, and she read it she couldn't help but let a small tear slide off her eyelid, “I can't believe Scootaloo really believes I’m going to stop babying her entirely, just because she's not wetting the bed as much,” She said softly to herself. “Although, this is kind of my fault/ I should've tried talking with her about this,” She closed the book up and put it back where it belonged, making sure there was nothing to suggest she’d read it.

As she set the diary aside, an idea came into Dizzy’s head. Today, she was going to treat Scootaloo like a foal again, just for a little while. “It would seem my little foal is stressed out. All she needs, is some of Mama's love.” She silently cooed, as she started to make a plan

Back at school, Scootaloo was talking to her friends in the classroom. She was justing learning something from Diamond Tiara specifically, something that caught her attention, but not in the way she would’ve liked.

“Did you three hear?” Diamond asked, speaking as if she wanted everypony to hear. “Somepony in this class still wears diapers to bed at home. Don't ask how I found out, I’ve got my own subtle ways.” She said with a little giggle.

“Very funny, Diamond Tiara,” Sweetie Belle replied. “I’m pretty sure nopony here actually still wear diapers. Right, Scootaloo?”

Scootaloo blushed, trying to act innocent. Was it her imagination, or did her saddle bag feel inexplicably heavier all of a sudden? “R...right, Sweetie Belle,” She nervously laughed. “I mean, only babies wear diapers. And we’re not babies.”

“It was only a joke, Scootaloo,” Tiara commented, sounding rather sincere but at the same time conveying that she knew more than she was letting on. “No need to act all crazy.”

“W-well, your joke wasn’t funny!” Scootaloo protested, hoping to divert attention from herself. But all of a sudden, a diaper fell out of Scootaloo’s saddle bag and landed on the floor of the classroom! An audible crinkle broke what had been a relatively uneasy quiet. Scootaloo’s mouth dropped open, how in Equestria did she slip a diaper into her saddle bag without knowing it?! She could tell it was one of her own, the designs were just like those training pull-ups you could buy at any store (even Barnyard Bargains sold them).

Before Scootaloo could reach down, snatch up the diaper, and tuck it back into her saddlebag (and hopefully without anypony finding out it was hers), Sweetie Belle’s eyes turned to the diaper on the floor. Her eyes grew wide, as she exclaimed!. “Are you kidding me, you're the diaper baby, Scootaloo?! Wow, not even I wear diapers anymore! Rarity potty trained me when I was three years old!”

“Looks like I was right after all,” Diamond Tiara smirked. “I have to admit, I didn’t know you actually still wore diapers, Crinkleloo!”

Suddenly, Scootaloo found herself surrounded by all the school colts and fillies! Everything seemed to start getting smaller, and a moment later Scootaloo found herself in a diaper, as a sky blue pacifier was inserted into her mouth! She tried to remove the diaper and the pacifier, but every time she did, another would appear! “What’s going on here?! Why is everypony making fun of me like this!” She cried, but it seemed like nopony could understand her! A tear started to come out, as she somehow appeared on Cheerilee’s desk. And was it her imagination, or was her diaper starting to smell, badly?!

Cheerilee seemed to have a clothespin pinned onto her nose, as her voice echoed through the classroom. “Ok class, today I’ll be teaching you how to change a foal’s diaper. And since we already have a foal in our class today, I guess that will make things a lot easier. Now watch closely.” But as she started to remove Scootaloo’s diaper, everything started to go dark!

Scootaloo woke up with a start, almost screaming in fright! She was all sweaty, and a few tears had formed in her eyes. She wiped the tears away, as she looked behind her, at her best friend Sweetie, who happily waved at her. Scootaloo breathed a small sigh of relief knowing that the entire ordeal had just been a bad dream. She patted her saddle bag just to be sure, and was relieved when she couldn’t feel anything but school supplies in it.

Feeling much more composed, Scootaloo looked up at the clock and realized what time it was. School had already let out for the day, and it seemed like everypony but her and Sweetie Belle had already left. Without hesitation, Scootaloo slipped out of the classroom without saying so much as a word to Sweetie Belle. The nightmare left her shaken and too afraid to speak.

Once Scootaloo got home, she was at least happy that she could have some peace, and trotted up to her bedroom to relax. But when she opened her bedroom door, she was surprised to see some foal diapers laid out on her bed. “Mom. why are there diapers on my bed?” She asked.

Dizzy Twister walked into the room as she said with a smile, “Scootaloo, I know you've been stressed out lately. But you're overthinking things, and that's why I think you should be padded up at home, just for a few days. I will do everything to make you happy and after this we don’t have to do it anymore,” She added. “I won’t take away your bathroom privileges or anything though, you’re still going to be treated like a potty trained toddler.” And she motioned for Scootaloo to come towards her.

Scootaloo didn't really fight, she just did as she was told and allowed her mother to slip the diaper onto her. When her mother applied the foal powder to her rump, she let out a soft sneeze. Once she was all padded, she was placed on the floor with some of her old foal toys like, a rattle, blocks, and her stuffed Rainbow Dash plushie.

Dizzy walked to the door as she said sweetly. ”I know this seems sudden, Scootaloo, but hopefully this treatment will help you. Why don’t we give it a shot for the next few days?” Just then, she heard a knock at the door, “I’ll be right back, baby.” She cooed, and headed downstairs.

When Dizzy answered the door, she saw it was one of Scootaloo’s best friends (perhaps THE best) Sweetie Belle. “Oh, hello Sweetie Belle, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at Carousel Boutique with Rarity?” Dizzy asked.

“Hi Mrs. Twister, usually I would be,” Sweetie Belle replied. “But Scootaloo forgot her homework, so I thought I’d stop by and give it to her. May I come in?” She asked sweetly.

Dizzy smiled. “Of course you may. You can just leave the homework on the table, and I’ll run it up to Scootaloo.”

“Actually, I think I’ll do it myself,” Sweetie Belle replied. “I’ve been here once or twice before, I think I know where Scootaloo’s room is.” And she set off.

“Sweetie, wait!” Dizzy called, realizing what Sweetie would find out! But it was too late, Sweetie Belle was already making her way upstairs! Dizzy’s plea fell on deaf ears!

As Sweetie Belle entered Scootaloo’s bedroom her jaw dropped at what she saw! There was her tomboyish friend, surrounded by toys and all sorts of foalish things, cradling her Rainbow Dash plushie in her hooves. But the one thing that particularly caught Sweetie Belle’s eye, was the thick white diaper around Scootaloo’s rump, “Uh, Scootaloo…. why are you in a diaper?” She asked with a blush, as she rubbed her eyes in the hopes that, just maybe, she’d seen things that weren’t there. She hadn’t.

Scootaloo turned around and blushed deep red in embarrassment, “Sweetie Belle! Uh….it’s… it’s… it's not what it looks like!” She insisted, but knew such an argument wouldn’t work! Especially once she saw Sweetie Belle appear to glare at her with suspicion. “Please, don't laugh at me!” She begged, a few tears started to form. Her worst nightmare had just became reality, her best friend Sweetie Belle had discovered one of her secrets!

Sweetie wasn’t quite sure what to think. Seeing her friend all padded up was weird, though for some reason the filly found it kind of cute (in an unusual way, but still cute nonetheless). At last, once the shock of her discovery wore off, she reluctantly asked.“Scootaloo do...do you like being treated like a baby? Is that why you’re wearing diapers and playing with foal toys?”

Scootaloo sighed, there was no possible way she could avoid this. Reluctantly, she decided there were no other options but to tell Sweetie the truth. “Fine… I admit I like it, I’m a big baby at home sometimes,” She reluctantly confessed, trying her hardest to keep the tears from flowing. “My mom uses it as a way to help with my stress, and sometimes it helps when I’m angry, like I was a couple of weeks ago. Please, don’t tell anypony about this! This is so weird! I promise, I’ll do anything for you if you keep quiet about this! I’ll even act like a baby and let you take care of me if you want, just don’t expect me to do number two in my diapers!”

Sweetie Belle simply replied. “Relax, I won’t tell anypony, Scootaloo. And I’m not gonna baby you, at least not today, though I have to admit you look cute,” She then commented. “To be honest, that actually looks… fun. I wouldn't mind trying it out, just to see what it’s like. You wouldn't happen to have a few diapers left that I could put on, would you?” She asked, happily.

Sweetie’s response was not the one Scootaloo had expected. She had expected for her friend to laugh at her, possibly even take a picture of her and put in the Foal Free Press for all to see (Featherweight was still the editor in chief, but Scootaloo doubted he be any less inclined to print such an embarrassing photo and story). But for her friend to say she wanted to try it? That was something Scootaloo didn’t know how to reply to. All she could bring herself to say was. “Well, I guess if you really want to. But it's up to my mom.”

“I don't mind,” Dizzy Twister replied, walking in (she was relieved to see Sweetie Belle didn’t appear poised to tell anyone what she’d discovered). With concern she then asked. “But wouldn't Rarity need to know you’re staying here for a little while, just in case something were to happen?”

“Oh yeah, you're right!” Sweetie Belle realized. “I’ll go ask if I can stay here for a bit! Oh, and by the way, Scootaloo, I almost forgot why I came here in the first place. Here’s today’s homework that you forgot to pick up!” She said, dropping Scootaloo’s homework down and leaving.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoy the new story. :)

The Rules

Sweetie Belle approached Carousel Boutique with a big smile on her face, delighted at the thought of spending time with Scootaloo doing something that sounded so adorable. The thought of what Rarity might think didn’t seem to cross the filly’s mind, or if it did she didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, she simply strolled inside, placed her homework down on the first counter she could find, and started looking for Rarity. Her big sister didn’t seem to be on the ground floor, so Sweetie decided the next most logical choice would be upstairs.

She did so, and decided to check Rarity’s bedroom first, due to the fact that Rarity had made it perfectly clear on multiple occasions she didn’t like being disturbed in her workshop (especially if she was “In The Zone” as she liked to call it). When Sweetie Belle pushed open the door to Rarity’s bedroom, she saw that Rarity had her back turned to the door, currently looking at herself in her bedroom mirror. A mischievous grin formed on Sweetie’s face as she thought. “Rarity won’t be bothered if I play a quick little trick on her.” Slowly, Sweetie Belle snuck up behind her big sister and screamed “RARITY!” That got Rarity’s attention all right, the fashionista lost her balance and fell over on her rump.

Quickly dusting herself off as she stood, Rarity lightly scolded. “Sweetie Belle, what have I told you about sneaking up on ponies like that? You almost gave me a heart attack!” This hadn't been the first time Rarity’s little sister did this, and last time Rarity had almost fainted from shock. But she couldn't really stay completely mad at Sweetie Belle, especially when she gave her those cute puppy dog eyes. “Now what is it you required my attention for?” Rarity asked her sister. “If you wouldn’t mind, make it quick. I’m very busy making some clothing for a special client.”

Sweetie cleared her throat and quickly told Rarity. “Well, I was wondering if I could spend the weekend at Scootaloo’s place? Don't worry, her mother will be there to watch over us.” Sweetie Belle said with a bright smile. Since learning of Scootaloo’s secret activity, Sweetie Belle could hardly think about anything other than trying this foal play thing.

“Oh yes, Mrs. Twister,” Rarity commented, trying to scratch her head to recall any experiences she had with Scootaloo’s mother. “Doesn't she work with the clouds, or was it the factory?” She pondered. “Well, it doesn’t really matter. But I suppose you can go as long as you promise to listen to what she says, and make sure you don't cause too much trouble or you will be grounded for a week Sweetie Belle,” Rarity warned, and then she asked. “But I’m curious, is there a reason why you want to hang out with Scootaloo so suddenly? Usually I at least get some advance notice when it’s just the two of you, it’s only your crusader sleepovers you have a tendency to spring on ponies without much prior notice.”

Sweetie Belle suddenly froze, she hadn’t been expecting Rarity to ask that, and she hadn’t given any thought to what kind of “Excuse” she would tell Rarity. “Should I tell her? I mean, I promised Scootaloo I’d keep it a secret,” She pondered. “It’s not like Rarity needs to know all the details, especially if she probably won’t say ‘Yes’, even if she won’t be the one diapering and babying me. Then again, if Rarity were to come over to Scootaloo’s place at all during the weekend, I wouldn’t want her to get the wrong idea. And she’d probably be pretty mad if I didn’t tell her the truth.”

“Well Sweetie Belle?” Rarity asked, snapping Sweetie out of her thoughts. “I would appreciate a response within the next hour if you wouldn’t mind.”

Sweetie gulped, how was she supposed to put this in a way her big sister would understand? “Um, you know how Scootaloo was complaining about her mom a few weeks back?” She asked Rarity, trying to skirt around the issue.

Rarity nodded. “Yes, yes, Mrs. Twister actually came to me for advice. But it was not really my place to tell her how to manage her daughter. As I predicted though Scootaloo grew out of that phase, it is a natural part of growing up. What does that have to do with any of this?” She asked Sweetie.

Sweetie tried not to look suspicious, as she continued to scratch the back of her neck with a hoof. “Well, the thing is…..” But then she paused, the words she wanted to say wouldn’t come out. She thought of Scootaloo and how hard it must’ve been for her to confess to her mom about this, but that didn’t give Sweetie anymore confidence. “Actually, I don’t know if I should say,” She nervously told Rarity. “It’s something I kind of promised to keep secret.”

Rarity eyed Sweetie Belle suspiciously. “Sweetie Belle, I do hope you’re not going to tell me Scootaloo’s mother is doing something illegal.”

“Oh no no no, it’s nothing like that!” Sweetie protested, then unintentionally she blurted out. “Scootaloo is being diapered and treated like a foal by her mom, and I want to be a part of that too!” She immediately put her hooves to her mouth as soon as she’d finished saying those words.

Rarity was speechless, but the look on her face said everything for her! “I’m terribly sorry, darling,” She remarked at last, using her magic to use a cotton swab to clean out her ears. “I’m sure I must’ve misheard. There is no conceivable way I could’ve heard you say you want to be diapered and treated like a foal by Scootaloo’s mother, because she’s doing the same to her own child!”

“But it’s true, and she looks so adorable!” Sweetie commented, practically clinging to Rarity’s leg as she pleaded. “Please, let me do it! It’s just this one time so I can see what it’s like, I promise I won’t make you do it too!”

“I don’t care who’s doing it to you, Sweetie Belle!” Rarity stubbornly protested. “Mother, Father, and I spent a great deal of time and effort getting you potty trained. And I think they would agree with me that the last thing a growing filly like you needs, is to be wearing diapers and acting like a little baby.”

“But it’ll so much fun, I know it!” Sweetie insisted, only clinging harder to Rarity. “Come on, just this one time?!”

“I’m afraid my answer is still no, Sweetie Belle!” Rarity replied, shaking her head. “And if Mrs. Twister is doing that to her own daughter, I might need to have a chat with Twilight about having Scootaloo’s mother be sent for psychiatric evaluation. I know she misses her little baby, but she can’t be treating Scootaloo like that, especially not now that Scootaloo has her cutie mark and is growing up!”

“Scootaloo says it helps her deal with stress, and it’s what helped her and her mom patch things up,” Sweetie commented, hoping to maybe sweeten the deal for Rarity. “She didn’t mention anything about using diapers, or taking me out in public if that’s what you’re worried about. It’ll just stay between the three of us,” She then shot Rarity her strongest pair of puppy dog eyes as she pleaded in the sweetest tone possible. “Please, big sister?! I’ll do anything you ask of me if you let me do this! I’ll model your most embarrassing outfits, clean your bathroom, change Opal’s litter box, you name it!”

Rarity opened her mouth to protest, especially at the idea of relenting in exchange for a favor from her little sister. But one look at her sister’s adorable face was just too much for her, her will to resist was drained away. With a reluctant sigh she said to Sweetie Belle. “Fine, I suppose you may spend the weekend and be treated that way, just as long as Mrs. Twister doesn’t take you out in public at any point while you are diapered. I don’t need ponies getting the wrong idea about you, or Scootaloo for that matter.”

Sweetie Belle hopped up into the air out of surprise, she hadn’t been expecting Rarity to say yes. “YAY! She yelled and gave Rarity the biggest hug she could. “Thank you, Rarity, you're the best big sister ever!” She cheered, and after she got away from the hug she rushed to her room to pack some things to take Scootaloo’s. “Ohh, I wonder if Scootaloo would like to play dress up?” She wondered out loud, and giggled as she lit up her horn. “I’ve got some pretty dresses we could try on. Oh, this is gonna be the best weekend ever!”

Back at Scootaloo’s house, Scootaloo was sitting on the floor, cradling her Rainbow Dash plushie, as she commented to her mom in a frightened tone. “I don't know about this, Mom. I’m still kinda scared Sweetie Belle might just be lying to me, and secretly she's planning to take me to school in my diapers. I actually had a nightmare about that once, it actually ended with me becoming her baby full time!”

Dizzy Twister reached out a hoof to her daughter and gently cooed her as she replied. “Oh hush now, baby. If Sweetie was planning to do that, then she wouldn’t of offered to be diapered along with you. Just give this a chance, I’m sure she’ll love it. Besides you heard her earlier, she said you looked cute, Crinkleloo.” She proceeded to snuggle her daughter.

Scootaloo blushed deep red at that nickname, it was one her mother often called her when she was all padded up, heck even Twilight had called her something similar to that. “Well at least Dad hasn't caught me doing this yet,” She nervously commented. “I don’t think he would approve of me being treated like a baby, even if he seemed to be at work all the time when I was a foal.” All the same, Scootaloo did miss him for being gone for so long. The only times she got to really see him, was when he came home to Ponyville once hockey season was over (and even then he would frequently get called away for practice). Aside from that, her birthday, and the occasional Hearth’s Warming, she was out of luck. Though she supposed it could be worse, both her parents could be like Diamond Tiara’s mother, or like Sweetie Belle’s parents who always seemed to be on vacation.

All of a sudden, there was a knock at the front door, and Dizzy Twister left her diapered daughter to go see who it was. When she opened the door, she was delighted to see Sweetie Belle standing outside with a big suitcase. “Probably contains a few dresses,” She thought, as she allowed Sweetie Belle to enter. “Oh, Scootaloo is going to have a lot of fun this weekend!”

“I’m ready to be diapered, Mrs. Twister, or should I call you mommy? Sweetie Belle asked, as she knew she would technically be a baby during this whole thing. True, she loved her own mother and father dearly, even if it seemed like they were almost never there for her. That just made their moments of bonding all the more special. And even without her parents she still managed to have lots of fun. This weekend would be no exception.

Sweetie Belle’s question actually caught Dizzy Twister off guard for a moment. She hadn’t really expecting Sweetie Belle to call her mommy. But she decided she should at least play along with her assigned role as the mother of the two big foals. “I guess you can, Sweetie, but only if you really want to. Just make sure you tell Scootaloo why you're calling me that if she asks,” She replied, smiling brightly. “Now let's go get you pampered up, I wouldn't want my new baby having an accident all over my nice clean floor now would I?”.

Sweetie Belle hopped up and down like a bunny ,as she followed Dizzy Twister upstairs Scootaloo’s room. When they got there, Dizzy set down an old blanket and patted it, motioning for Sweetie Belle to come over. Sweetie Belle obliged, and Dizzy Twister smiled as she instructed. “Lay down and hold still, please. We need to make sure I secure your diaper so it doesn’t leak.” Sweetie Belle happily obliged, despite how she was excited. She couldn't wait to have fun with Scootaloo and her pretend mother. Just like Scootaloo, the foal powder made her sneeze softly, and both and she Dizzy Twister laughed at this.

Scootaloo observed Sweetie Belle, as she was being put into a diaper. It looked like it was exactly the same diaper she was wearing. Fortunately, upon looking at her own diaper in greater detail, Scootaloo saw that it had words written on the back of them, words she hadn't noticed before. They read: “Crinkleloo’s diaper” which made Scootaloo blush bright red. Those were such foalish words, and she couldn’t believe her mom had drawn on her diaper like that, especially without asking Scootaloo if that’s what she wanted. “Well, at least only my mom and Sweetie Belle will see it, plus it’ll make sure my diaper and Sweetie Belle’s diaper won’t accidentally get mixed up. Not sure what could prompt that to happen though.” She thought.

Once Dizzy Twister finished with Sweetie Belle, she picked up both her little babies and said to them. “How about I get all your toys and other things and put them in the living room? I’ve got an old foal gate I can set up to keep you two safe. I should also give you two some rules to follow.” She walked downstairs with the two foals safely being held.

Once Dizzy got to the living room, she went to fetch some of Scootaloo’s old things like her playpen, much to Scootaloo’s cringe. “Mom, why did you keep that old thing?!” She complained. “Wouldn’t it have been better to donate it or throw it away?!”

“I kept it in case your father and I ever had another foal someday, Scootaloo,” Dizzy explained with a smile. And it looks like Rarity was kind enough to let me ‘borrow’ one for the weekend. Now with this and the foal gate, I can make sure my little ones don’t waddle off where they don’t belong and get hurt.” She placed said playpen opposite of the direction of the couch and set the two of them inside it. It was pretty big, so there was plenty of room for the two of them, and a LOT of foal toys. Dizzy then set up the foal gate so that the pathway to the kitchen and dining room was open, but the remaining rooms on the first floor (and all the rooms on the second floor) were blocked off for her foals.

Sweetie Belle had the biggest smile on her face, as she eyed the foal toys, including stuffed animals, alphabet blocks, rattles, and even tiny foam tools that made squeaky sounds when you banged them against something. This weekend was going to be the best! But the question was, would it be better than the time Sweetie Belle had been invited to Diamond Tiara’s place for a pool party? Sure, it had ultimately been so that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon could snag invites to Twilight Time with the crusaders, but the initial intentions had at least been kind of nice. Well, Sweetie Belle decided she would have to see. In the meantime, she decided to touch her diaper a little, the crinkles it elicited when she did so made her giggle out loud.

“I see some little foal is having fun with thier diapers,” Dizzy cooed. “But now, I must lay down some rules for you two to follow. If you disobey, you get timeout for at least fifteen to twenty minutes. Do I make myself clear?” Dizzy Twister asked with a stern voice, both Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle nodded affirmatively. “Good,” Dizzy smiled, and began to issue the rules.”First Rule: You will go to bed exactly when I say to, got it?” She asked, and again both Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle nodded. “Second Rule:” Dizzy continued. “You are to ask me if you need to use the potty at all and an adult must be in the bathroom with you, unless you wish to be alone. But all potty breaks will be supervised, and you cannot go to the potty or take your diaper off without my permission. That won’t a problem, will it?”

“I guess not, just as long as you promise not to exploit that rule so I have an accident.” Scootaloo said to her mother.

“Very well, you have my word,” Dizzy Twister agreed. “Same goes for you, Sweetie Belle. Don’t feel like you’re obligated to use your diaper, because you don’t have to. But I don’t mind changing you if you do use it.”

“Okay, Mrs. Twister.” Sweetie Belle happily replied.

“And Final Rule:” Dizzy declared. “Nopony goes into my room, that is off limits. If you need anything and I’m in my bedroom, just knock on the door.” She smiled after she had finished / This weekend was going to be the best, she had so many plans for her little foals.

Author's Note

The real padding starts, and the fun begins next chapter :) :scootangel:

Dinner Time

Now that the rules had been taken care of, it was time to get the foals pacifiers. Dizzy Twister smiled as she got the pacifiers down from the top of a nearby shelf. “Good thing I bought a couple of these this morning.” She thought, as she walked over to her little foals and hoofed them each one. Scootaloo got a purple colored one, the same one she had when Twilight took care of her. Sweetie Belle was given a pink colored one.

“There, now you two look more like foals with those pacifiers,” Dizzy cooed. “Remember, if you need anything or if you get hungry just ask. For right now, why don’t you play with your toys, and I’ll be right over on the couch, reading the paper. I can trust you two to behave, right?” She asked them and both foals nodded. Dizzy smiled, it seemed like she seldom had time to read the newspaper anymore, since she was always so busy taking care of Scootaloo and all.

Just as Dizzy Twister was leaving, Scootaloo dropped her pacifier from her mouth and with pride she picked it up to put it back in her mouth. But then she noticed something that made her fur crawl, the blinds to the living room were wide open. She blushed deep red, the thought of a random pony walking by and seeing her and Sweetie Belle padded would be a disaster! “Hey Mom, could you close the blinds?” She asked. She didn't want ponies asking her why she's in diapers. And what if somepony like Featherweight or Spoiled Rich walked by? They’d probably take a picture to put in the newspapers if they had the chance (though Scootaloo wondered if perhaps Featherweight would try to blackmail her like Diamond Tiara had done).

Dizzy Twister let out a small laugh, she totally forgotten that the blinds were wide open. “Of course, Scootaloo, we wouldn't want some ponies looking in here I suppose,” She cheerfully replied, and got up and closed the blinds. “There, now my little babies can play with their toys in peace and without any interruptions, hopefully.” She announced, and decided to quickly check their diapers without letting them know. Both of them seemed to be perfectly dry.

Scootaloo was taken by surprise by the sudden check, and nearly eeped in surprise. Despite the current circumstance she was NOT an actual baby! If she was going to use the potty she would definitely let her mother know. There was no way she would use her diaper, at least not yet. “MOM! Please ask me before you do that!” She protested. “Please remember I’m still ten. I can tell you if I have to go.” She proceeded to mumble something under her breath.

Dizzy Twister blushed, “Oh I’m sorry, sweet heart,” She apologized. ”Guess I got a little too far into this mother role. But I promise I’ll ask you from now on. And Sweetie Belle, does it bother you if I check you, or are you ok with somepony checking your diaper?” She asked the filly, deciding it was best to get that cleared now.

Sweetie Belle snuggled up with a teddy bear and happily said to Dizzy while suckling on her pacifier. “I don't mind you checking me. I find it cool anyways, makes the whole thing feel more real.” She squeezed her teddy bear tightly. Being able to hold teddy bears like some foal felt good to Sweetie Belle. It wasn't something she did all too often at home because Rarity had told her that, older ponies don't do that sort of thing anymore. Her big sister always knew what was best for her, at least most of the time. But with Scootaloo and her mother, Sweetile knew she could let that baby side of her out again.

Dizzy Twister trotted back to the couch and sat down, while Scootaloo nudged Sweetie with her front right hoof softly, “Hey Sweetie, wanna pway wit the bwocks?” She asked trying to lisp like a foal that could barely talk. If she was gonna be a foal, she could at least try to sound as much like a baby as possible. That much she didn’t mind (especially when the pacifier made it hard for her to talk normally anyway).

Sweetie Belle smiled. “Sure thing, Scootaloo.” She slowly waddled her way over to her friend, but due to the thickness of the diaper she fell on her rump. She wasn't as used to diapers as Scootaloo was. “It's so hard to walk in these things.” She lightly complained, as she took notice of how much the diaper pushed her legs apart.

“Well get used to it marshmallow face, because in order to not fall on your butt you need to walk slowly. And if you've seen how Pound and Pumpkin Cake walk, then you should try walking like them. Remember Sweetie Belle, baby steps.” Scootaloo encouraged. She decided to leave out the part about how she knew so much about the twins because she’d been forced to foalsit them after saying a bad word. “If Sweetie Belle asks how I know, I’ll tell her I’ve seen the twins walking around in the bakery at Sugarcube Corner.” She thought, but Sweetie Belle didn’t ask, much to Scootaloo’s relief.

As the two foal played with their toys, Dizzy Twister couldn't help but coo at them. They were practically adorable, what with all the giggling and their trying their hardest to talk like actual foals. “Maybe I should take a picture, just to remember this occasion,” She thought, but as she rose to get her camera, she hesitated. Sweetie Belle probably wouldn’t mind, but would Scootaloo? What if she got upset with her mom for taking a picture without asking for her approval first? Reluctantly, Dizzy decided she would need to hold off on the photo opportunity, at least for now. The one thing she didn't need, was Scootaloo having a temper tantrum. It was not fun getting her to calm down in that state, and just imagining how she would act in her current state wasn't something Dizzy wanted to think much about. “I’ve got the entire weekend to take care of them, plenty of time to ask Scootaloo for permission for one photo.” Dizzy thought, but still retrieved her camera and set it on a small stand near the sofa. She would take it up to her room when she went to bed, hopefully before Scootaloo would have a chance to notice it.

Time flew by. By now, the two foals had grown a little tired, but they still moved from the blocks to playing with plastic swords as they pretended to be pirates. However, just as the fearless Captain Scootaloo was about to prevail over her sworn enemy Captain Sweetie Belle, a small wind up clock went off. Both foals knew what that meant.

Dizzy Twister put her paper down, got up from the sofa, and walked towards her foals, “You two have been playing with your toys for quite some time. I guess you were having more fun than you realized, but now it's time for you to eat your din din.” She cooed in a babyish tone.

Scootaloo waited as patiently as she could for her mother to open the gate. She hoped that’s what her mother would do instead of carrying the two crusaders. And indeed, Scootaloo was quite relieved when Dizzy allowed them to waddle their way to the kitchen. It didn't feel right to always carry them. “They need their exercise anyway, Sweetie Belle especially.” Dizzy thought.

Once they got to the kitchen, Scootaloo noticed that there were two high chairs placed next to each other. Dizzy could hardly contain her excitement, hoping she'd get the chance to feed Scootaloo like a foal again. “Ok, just waddle your way to Mommy and I'll put you in your chair and feed you,” She instructed. “I mean, I can't let my babies make a mess with their food now can I?

Sweetie Belle was the first to waddle her way over. The weight of her diaper caused her to almost fall on her face, but she was rescued by Dizzy Twister. Sweetie was quite relieved to not have hurt her face. “Oh thank you, Mommy.” She smiled, grateful for not having to worry about hitting her head on the floor.

“You're very welcome, Sweetie,” Dizzy replied with a smile. “Maybe next time I should put you in a better diaper so you can walk a little easier, or maybe I should cover the floor with something soft so you don't get hurt?” She pondered to herself, as she put Sweetie in the light pink high chair and strapped her in nice and secure, making sure the bar was latched properly into place. “Ok, Scootaloo, your turn.” She cooed. motioning for her daughter to come over to the light blue high chair.

Scootaloo shook her head and folded her hooves across her chest, she did not like the idea of eating in a high chair. And she immediately protested. “Ugh, I’m sorry, Mom, but I can't let you do that. I’m not some baby, I can feed myself! I don't need you to do EVERYTHING for me!”

Dizzy Twister sighed, she wanted to be able to feed Scootaloo so badly. “Why is she being so uncooperative?” Dizzy thought to herself. “She won’t let me check her diaper without permission, and now she doesn’t want me to feed her?” Then she realized. “Perhaps she needs more time to sort out how she really feels about all this? Maybe if I give her a little space to be herself, she’ll eventually be comfortable enough to let me feed her?” Dizzy reluctantly said to her daughter. “Ok, fine, Scootaloo. You can feed yourself. Just make sure you don't spill, I wouldn't want to have to clean your face off, or change your clean diaper.” She made sure to speak in a calm and gentle tone so her daughter would hopefully cooperate.

“Yes ma’am!” Scootaloo obliged with a salute and waddled over to her high chair, which she reluctantly sat herself in. She was slightly resentful of the fact that she couldn’t latch her own high chair bar into place, but that feeling was soon replaced as she looked up at Sweetie Belle, who waved at her. The one thing Scootaloo couldn't believe was that her best friend was going to allow her mother to feed her. Why was that? Scootaloo knew how to eat (and she was certain Sweetie Belle knew too) so why did she feel somewhat left out? No, she couldn't change her mind now, it was far too late.

Dizzy Twister walked over to the kitchen counter to prepare some food. But she wondered, should she make some baby food for them? Deciding it would best to ask them, she turned to her foals and said. “Hey, would you two like to try Mama's special foal food? I used to make it for you a lot when you were small, Scootaloo. I’m sure you'll still love it!”

Scootaloo looked at Sweetie Belle, who was rocking back and forth in her seat. To Dizzy’s surprise Scootaloo replied. “I don't care. Why don't we let Sweetie decide? I mean she is the guest after all.” Scootaloo didn't really know what she wanted. Did she actually want to eat some of that foal food, or did she want to eat more big pony type food?

Sweetie Belle was so happy that Scootaloo let her decide. “Really I get to decide?” She asked, and pondered her decision for a minute. But then she decided. “I pick the foal food, it sounds really yummy!” She said with a squeal and started to rub her tummy with her hooves!

“Excellent choice,” Dizzy Twister smiled, and after retrieving two jars of foal food from the fridge, she set them on the high chair bars, picked up a tiny spoon, and started to feed Sweetie Belle. As she fed her, she saw how much of a good foal Sweetie was. She opened her mouth when instructed, didn’t hesitate to accept what was offered to her, and mostly refrained from making a mess. “I’m impressed, Sweetie Belle,” Dizzy commented. “Scootaloo usually makes a mess of herself when she eats, but you're eating like a polite young foal.” She proceeded to wipe her foal on the mouth with a wet cloth.

Scootaloo, on the other hoof, made a total mess of herself. She still managed to get a majority of the foal food in her mouth, but she spilled so much of it on her face and coat, which frustrated her to no end. She had tried to be a bigger pony, and somehow that meant she was the one who made more of a mess. “I just don't understand how this happened!” Scootaloo complained, as her mom wiped her clean. “I eat just fine at school, and even at home I’m never this messy.” A part of her wondered. “Maybe it's because of my current role as a foal? Perhaps I want to actually believe I’m a foal right now?” Scootaloo didn't really know, and just shrugged it off. She just hoped that she wouldn’t be this messy the next time she ate.

An hour after dinner, Dizzy Twister said to her foals. “Ok you two, it's time for bed. I know it’s only seven o'clock, but all good foals need their rest. However, if you two behave tomorrow, I’ll let you stay up for three extra hours.” Dizzy didn’t expect any complaints, even on weekends she usually opted to put Scootaloo to bed by eight thirty. Growing fillies needed lots of sleep..

But Scootaloo protested anyway. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! I am not going to bed, it's WAY TOO EARLY!” The one thing Scootaloo always liked to do was stay up late, but now she wasn’t even allowed to do that?! “I can't believe she's making me go to bed this early, I swear I’m not going to do it!” She thought to herself.

“Scootaloo, please remember you aren't a mare yet, so I still get to decide,” Dizzy advised.”Now, unless you want to sleep in the corner tonight, I’d suggest you let Mommy put you to sleep,” And then she offered. “Maybe a warm bottle of milk will sweeten the deal? It used to be just the thing to help you fall asleep as a foal.”

“Ooh, can I have a bottle of milk too?” Sweetie Belle asked.

Dizzy Twister smiled. “You didn’t even have to ask, Sweetie Belle. I’ll prepare two bottles of milk for both of my little foals. You two just wait right there.”

A short time later, the microwave dinged, and Dizzy removed the second of two baby bottles, offering this one to Scootaloo. The tomboyish pegasus readily grabbed it, she didn't even care that she had to drink from a baby bottle, all she could think about was the fact that she was being sent to bed early “This isn't fair.” She mumbled as she and Sweetie Belle drank their milk. When their bottles were empty, Dizzy picked them up and patted their backs. Sweetie happily obliged in letting out a burp, but Scootaloo was most surprised when she ended up doing it unintentionally. Soon afterward, the two foals started to get sleepy, and they both yawned softly.

Now it was off to bed, but not before a quick diaper check. Before Dizzy could reach a hoof out though, Scootaloo asked. “Mom, can I please use the potty?”

“Certainly.” Dizzy smiled with a nod. “Maybe I should get out her old toddler potty?” Dizzy thought, but quickly dismissed it. “Scootaloo probably wants to use the big potty, all by herself no less. Letting her use it just this once won’t hurt, it’s not like I need to worry about her falling in.”

Scootaloo immediately dashed to the bathroom, once her mom had undone the tapes holding up her diaper. “Thanks, Mom! I’ll be quick!” She replied, and quickly closed the bathroom door shut behind her.

While Dizzy waited for Scootaloo, she proceeded with her check on Sweetie Belle. Pressing a hoof to the front of the unicorn’s diaper, Dizzy could tell she had used her diaper and decided to change her into a fresh new one. “Looks like you’re a soggy little foal,” She cooed at Sweetie Belle. “Come on, let’s get you changed before you get a rash.”

Sweetie Belle giggled, surprised that she had wet herself so much. “I didn’t mean to pee in my diaper like that.” She said to Dizzy, as she was laid on the old blanket and wiped clean, as her wet diaper was removed and tossed into the trash.

“It’s alright, Sweetie Belle, accidents happen. You’re a growing filly, and sometimes a child’s bladder can be unpredictable at night,” Dizzy replied, she snugly wrapped the diaper around Sweetie Belle’s waist. “There we go, all nice and clean.” She cooed, as she sprinkled in some foal powder and gave the diaper a few pats. As she helped Sweetie Belle to stand, Dizzy’s ears picked up the telltale sound of the toilet flushing, a sign that Scootaloo had finished her business.

Quickly leaving to wash her hooves, Dizzy returned as Scootaloo trotted into the bedroom. Dizzy picked both foals up and put them in their pajamas, Wonderbolts themed hoofie pajamas for Scootaloo, and plain pink pajamas for Sweetie Belle. Gently setting them into Scootaloo’s bed and placing them side by side, she gingerly kissed them both on the forehead and cooed softly. “Sweet dreams my little angels.” Before she trotted to the door, turned off the light, and closed the door.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed it, Let's hope Scootaloo starts accepting her role as a foal soon.

Scootaloo's Accident

As the young foals slept peacefully, Dizzy Twister thought it would be a good idea to clean the dishes. Especially seeing as she didn't have that much to do now that her babies were asleep and her husband probably wouldn’t be coming home tonight. There were only two foals and one adult in the household which made things a little easier for her.

But as soon as she had finished, Dizzy started to find herself getting a little tired. “Man, taking care of little foals can make you sleepy.” She said with a yawn. As much she would’ve liked to curl up on the couch and read some more of her romance novel (she’d been itching to see how that cliffhanger from the last chapter resolved itself) she decided it would be better to go bed early.

Dizzy turned off all the lights downstairs, and went upstairs to her bedroom. She stopped just outside her daughter’s bedroom to listen for any sounds of distress, but was glad to hear simply the sound of her two foals snoring happily away. So she slipped silently down to her bedroom and closed the door.

“I’m gonna need a lot of strength for tomorrow, I can feel it. My babies are going to keep me very busy. And hopefully by the end of tomorrow, my little Scootaloo will start to enjoy being pampered, even just a little.” Dizzy thought to herself, as she climbed into bed and fell asleep at once.

The next morning, Celestia’s sun rose to announce the start of a new day. Nopony was awake this early though, aside from Scootaloo. She didn’t mind it, she was always something of an early riser, even despite the fact that she normally stayed up late.

When Scootaloo sat up in her bed, she felt something uncomfortably wet and squishy underneath her. She wiggled her body around in the hopes of finding out where the damp feeling was coming from, but she still didn't know. She wiped her eyes off to try and wake up all the way, for she wasn't able to figure out exactly what the source of the wetness was yet, due to her pajamas covering her. Without hesitation, Scootaloo moved to the side of her bed, took her pajamas off, and gasped! She was soaking wet, it was a surprise that her diaper did not leak! What was even more embarrassing was that this was the first time she’d done so in almost two weeks time.

“Oh, this is embarrassing! I wet myself like I’m two years old again!” Scootaloo thought to herself, eyeing her soggy diaper. “I can't let Mom see this or she’ll start babying me and checking my diaper all the time. I must hide the evidence, just like I did when I was wetting the bed.” She thought, and jumped off the bed.

Scootaloo walked over to her dresser, which had tons of diapers stored in it, not to mention some wet wipes and foal powder. She took her old, soaked diaper off, and set it aside near the trash so she could throw it away when the diapering job was complete. She tried to put the new diaper on, but the task proved difficult. Somehow, she ended up strapped it around her head, unaware that she’d put the new diaper on the wrong way. “HELP! I’M BLIND!” She screamed at the top of her lungs!

Sweetie Belle woke up with a start, screaming. “RARITY, NO, IT WASN'T ME!” When she saw she was in Scootaloo's room, she realized it was just a bad dream and breathed a sigh of relief. But then she also saw Scootaloo running around with a diaper on her head, not unlike the Headless Horse of legend. “Scootaloo, what are you doing?” She asked with concern. At first she just thought Scootaloo was playing around, but then she saw the wet diaper on the ground next to the trash, and realized what must’ve happened. “Hehe,” She giggled. “Scootaloo, stop being so silly. Mommy is the only one who’s allowed to change us. We’re just little babies after all, we don't know how to change ourselves.”

Suddenly the door was opened and Dizzy Twister rushed in with a worried look on her face! “What’s going on? Are my foals ok? She asked with concern. She quickly saw Sweetie Belle seemed to be ok, but she didn't see Scootaloo on the bed at all. But when she looked down a little, she saw her daughter running around with a diaper on her head, and had to resist the urge to life. “How did she even manage that?” She thought, as she grabbed Scootaloo and took the diaper off her head. Then Dizzy noticed the wet diaper lying near the trash. “Huh, she must've been trying to hide the fact she wets the bed. Come to think of it, she hasn't wet the bed in a while. Maybe giving her that bottle of milk was a bad idea?” She mentally pondered, but for now she knew she had to set Scootaloo straight.

Dizzy made sure to look her daughter firmly in the eyes as she told her. “Look, Scootaloo, from now on, you will come to me if you need a change. I don't want you changing yourself. Remember, you're the foal and I'm the adult. Foals don't change themselves, and from the look of things, you don't even know how to change yourself. You might have hurt yourself or broken something running around like that.” She said in a soft but firm tone, as she set Scootaloo down and put a fresh new diaper on her, taking the time to write “Crinkleloo’s Diaper” on this one too. Once finished, Dizzy softly patted Scootaloo on her rump and put her back in bed, this time without her pajamas.

“Ok, now that everypony seems awake, I'll get breakfast started,” Dizzy cooed. “But you two can rest for a few more minutes if you’d like. All good foals need plenty of sleep so they don’t get cranky," But before she left, she quickly tied the foals pacifiers on strings, and put them around their necks, “There, now the pacifiers will be with you wherever you go. You can just pop them in and take them out whenever you need to.” She smiled.

“Great… now my chances of proving I’m a big girl who doesn't need diapers have plummeted to the ground.” Scootaloo thought, just as Sweetie Belle hugged Scootaloo as if she was a teddy bear or something. Scootaloo shoved Sweetie Belle off, almost making her fall off the bed, but Sweetie used her magic to save herself and got back onto the bed.
“Well, somepony’s a little grumpy,” Sweetie commented to her friend. “Oh, you know what? I should ask Dizzy if we can put some bars on the side of this bed. It's just not safe for us, I mean, what if we fall out of bed and break something?” She wondered. “Or maybe she could get you and me actual cribs?” But Scootaloo gave her a look of disgust.

“What?! Bars?! Cribs?! No way, you must be outta your mind!” Scootaloo complained loudly! “If my mom did that, I would rather sleep in the basement with the spiders. I’m not some dumb baby, I know how to take care of myself! You, on the other hoof, Sweetie Belle, you would rather have somepony take care of you and baby you twenty four seven!” Scootaloo, said trying to sound tough. But actually, she was afraid of spiders and as much as she hated to admit it, she was afraid of the dark. “I’d ask Mom for a nightlight, but I don’t want to be seen as weak because I need a nightlight to fall asleep.” She thought, hoping Sweetie Belle wouldn’t find out.

“Well that's because I can let myself be free,” Sweetie responded. “You know, Scootaloo things would be a lot better if you just went pee pee in that diaper from time to time. Nopony’s asking you to go number two, so I don't get what the problem is. Why can't you just use your diaper like me?” She asked. “It’s actually not that bad.”

Scootaloo looked at Sweetie Belle, then looked back at herself. She was trying to bring herself to say why she didn’t want to even do number one in her diapers, but to be completely honest, she didn't have a full answer. “Sweetie has a point.. Why don't I like peeing in my diapers?” She thought to herself. “I did it a few times when Twilight and Starlight foalsat me and it wasn’t all that bad, unlike the one time I accidentally did number two in them. And now that Sweetie Belle’s asking me, I don't like it. Why?” She thought, just as her mother came in and picked them up.

Dizzy Twister delighted in seeing her smiling foals, though only one was smiling happily and sincerely. Scootaloo seemed to be out of it. She looked like she was thinking about something, or maybe something was bothering her? “What's wrong with Scootaloo? She wasn't like that before. Maybe I could ask Sweetie after breakfast?” She thought and put her foals down in their high chairs.

“Um, Mom. Could I maybe be excused from breakfast right now?” Scootaloo asked. “I’m not all that hungry yet.” In her mind she was thinking. “Great, this is Sweetie Belle’s fault. She’s got me so conflicted it’s ruining my appetite!”

“Very well, Scootaloo. You can be excused for the time being. You usually don’t eat breakfast this early anyways,” Dizzy Twister obliged, letting Scootaloo down from her highchair and allowing her to roam about the ground floor. “I wonder what wrong with her? She's acting like she saw a ghost. Or maybe something is bothering her?” Dizzy Twister thought, before she saw a guilty looking face on Sweetie Belle. “What's wrong, deary?” She asked in a cooing tone.

“Well, I think it's my fault that Scootaloo’s acting the way she is,” Sweetie confessed, blushing a bit as she explained. “I kinda asked her why she didn't like going pee pee in her diaper, and maybe that messed with her mind a bit?”

“I see,” Dizzy said with a nod, even as she thought. “Perhaps this is just giving Scootaloo old memories from when she was with Starlight and Twilight?” To Sweetie Belle she instructed “Please make sure you don't ask her that stuff again. What she wants to do her in her diapers is her business and her business alone. And I want her to figure it out on her own. In the meantime, I guess since she won't be eating right now, this gives me time to bond with you.” And she strapped the tray over Sweetie and got her some fresh oatmeal.

When Dizzy put the food down, she noticed that Sweetie seemed saddened a bit, if the slight slouch in the filly’s shoulders was anything to go by. “If you're worried about Scootaloo, don't be,” She said to Sweetie Belle. “She's a strong young filly. And remember she and you have hearts as strong as horses.” That brought a smile to Sweetie’s face. But even so, Dizzy had to admit Sweetie’s comments had probably upset Scootaloo somehow. “Usually she just doesn't care about this stuff. Hm, I wonder if that punishment Twilight did to her was too much? She didn’t seem to mind it much when I came to pick her up.” She thought to herself.

Dizzy snapped out of her thoughts though, as she started to feed Sweetie like a baby. Once she started to feed her, they both forgot about Scootaloo for a while, which was good because they couldn't be worrying about her right now (Dizzy especially since she still had a hungry foal to take care of). “Here comes the airplane.” Dizzy cooed, making a dramatic gesture with the spoon, as Sweetie Belle opened her mouth and accepted the offering without hesitation. Dizzy repeated the gesture multiple times, until the bowl of oatmeal was empty. Once it was, Dizzy wiped her other foal’s mouth and warmed up a bottle of milk as she asked “I guess I can give you some milk, Sweetie. You’re okay with that, right?” Sweetie Belle nodded.

When the bottle of milk was ready, Dizzy gave it to Sweetie, and she started drinking from the bottle without much hesitation. Just then, Scootaloo came down. “I’m glad to see you’re feeling better, sweetheart,” Dizzy said in a motherly tone. “Do you wanna talk about it, baby?” She asked with concern.

Scootaloo looked at her mother with uncertainty and shook her head. “It was stupid, I don't even know why it bothered me… but it's cool, I don't think I’ll worry about it,” She told her mom. “But I would like somepony like Sweetie Belle to never bring that up again. If she does I might just punch her out.” Scootaloo said rather harshly, glaring at her friend who squeaked in fright.

Dizzy could tell there was some anger building up inside in her daughter, and quickly tried to defuse the situation. “Now Scootaloo, that's not nice. There is no reason to punch or kick somepony just because they said something that made you uncomfortable,” She scolded lightly, and changed the subject. “Now eat up then meet me and Sweetie in the living room. I’m about to tell Sweetie some old stories of silly things you did as a baby, it'll be fun.”

“Yay, I’d love to hear about what Scootaloo did as a baby, though I hope it's not too embarrassing.” Sweetie said with delight, as she was carried away by Dizzy Twister.

Scootaloo facehoofed at the statement. “Is my mom trying to kill me with embarrassment?!” She thought, before she remembered Sweetie Belle’s promise from yesterday. “Well at least Sweetie Belle won’t tell a soul, and my mom won’t share anything too embarrassing, I hope.” She thought and started to eat her oatmeal, surprised to find that it had extra honey and cinnamon in it, despite her not having asked for such stuff.

For some reason, eating by herself didn’t seem to be as enjoyable as Scootaloo thought it would be. For reasons she couldn’t explain, she found herself longing to be spoon fed by her mom, just once. After all, Sweetie Belle seemed to enjoy it. Why should she get to hog all the fun? Once she had finished off her oatmeal, Scootaloo took up the sippy cup full of milk her mom had left on the tray for her, and started drinking it. She was so lost in thought that she almost didn’t realize she’d burped. “Why does that milk always make me do that? I never have that kind of problem with my juice.” She thought to herself.

Once finished with her breakfast, Scootaloo saw Sweetie Belle being given a piggyback ride by her mother. “What is she, three?! Piggy back rides are for babies!” Scootaloo thought, but she had a hard time hiding the fact that she did miss riding on her mother's back (to say nothing of the times her dad would give her a piggy back ride when she was younger).

Dizzy stopped running when she saw Scootaloo crossing her hooves like she was mad or something. Hoping to cheer her daughter up she bent down (while Sweetie Belle got off her back) and said kindly. “Scootaloo… please stop being a party pooper. I’m sure even Rainbow Dash would love to do this.” She hoped that would at least help Scootaloo a little.

It didn’t, Scootaloo found such a comment to be insulting to her idol. “WHAT?! NO WAY?!” If Rainbow Dash was in this situation, she would be very peeved! She wouldn't want to wear diapers, she would think it's uncool and pathetic!” Scootaloo commented with fury, but then realized she’d accidently let out a bad word and gasped! “I didn't mean to say that bad word, I’m sorry!” She apologized, hoping her mother wouldn't put her in the timeout area.

Dizzy understood it was by accident, and decided to come up with a better “punishment”. Pretty soon, she had settled on one. “For now ,Scootaloo I want you to play piggy back ride as a punishment,” She instructed. “Come on baby, just give it a shot. It's ok to let your childish side out sometimes, you don't have to completely grow up yet. I get that you’re confused about what you want. But please, won’t you listen to Mommy, just for right now ?”

Scootaloo gulped, she knew she'd been a little harsh on everypony lately. Heck, she hadn’t even let her mother check her diaper. Upon seeing the sad look in her mother’s eyes, she wondered if perhaps it was time that she put away her big pony act and tried her hardest to be a baby? “I guess it at least couldn’t hurt to let her give me a piggy back ride. It’s better than sitting in time out.” She thought to herself, and then she said. “Ok Mom… no, wait, that's not right!” She blushed, then continued. “Maybe I should say Mommy?” She asked, smiling for the first time. Maybe her mother was right, she wasn't just being hard on herself but on everypony lately. At least if she acted a little like a baby, it wasn't like anypony else would know about this, aside from the two other ponies in the room of course. Either way, at least she wouldn’t get a timeout (or Celestia forbid, a spanking. That would really hurt).

Author's Note

This chapter was a little harder to work on, especially with the part about Scootaloo, I hope you enjoyed it none the less.

Truth Or Dare!

Dizzy Twister smiled brightly when her daughter called her ‘Mommy,’ it had been several years since she’d even spoke those words. All she would normally say is Mom, but Dizzy couldn't think too much of that at the moment, she just motioned for her daughter to come over. “Ok, Scootaloo, come over for your piggy back ride… unless somepony is afraid of heights?” She joked.

Scootaloo started to get a little tempered “Scared? Me? No way! I’m not afraid of anything, especially not heights!” Scootaloo replied, walking over to her mother. Once she got over to her, she was picked up and put safely on the mare's back. “I hope this was a good idea.” Scootaloo thought.

“Okay now, Scootaloo,” Dizzy instructed. “First off, I need you to hold your hooves around my neck, not too tight but at least enough for you to not fall off. I wouldn't want my sweet little toddler to fall down and get hurt.” She said sweetly and waited for her daughter to hold on. She could see a small blush form on her daughter’s cheeks. Once she knew Scootaloo was holding on tightly, she prepared to run around the house like a wild buffalo, but she still had to be careful not to hit anything important, especially for the safety of her foal.

Scootaloo blushed bright red when her mother called her a toddler, “Just because I said I’d let go for a bit and try to act more like a foal, doesn't mean I’m some toddler.” Scootaloo mumbled, but unfortunately for her Sweetie Belle somehow heard.

“I don't know Scootaloo, you did wet your diaper, give off a few temper tantrums, and you even said a bad word. You kinda do act like a toddler, just saying.” Sweetie Belle replied, she’d learned from Applejack that it was usually best to tell the truth.

Scootaloo looked at Sweetie Belle with an annoyed expression, “You know what? I don't care, because you also act like a unpotty trained toddler!” Scootaloo said in response, feeling as if she’d won this little debate. She didn't really like being called a toddler, it made her feel smaller, like she was when she was a young foal.

“Okay, okay, that's enough out of both of you,” Dizzy Twister interrupted and started to run as fast as she could. She ran across the room and eventually made her way upstairs. Of course, she had to be careful not to hit anything. She looked up at her baby. “Aw, looks like she's enjoying it. I haven't seen her smile like that in a long time.” She said to herself, but then she tripped and this caused Scootaloo to let go of her mother and hit her back on a wall!

Dizzy quickly came to her baby’s aid, “Oh my gosh, Scootaloo! Are you hurt?! Do you need a bottle of milk? Or would you like Mommy to hold you for a little bit?” She asked with great concern, as she dusted Scootaloo off, bringing her into a big hug.

Scootaloo picked herself up and smiled brightly. “That… was…. SO AWESOME! I wanna do it again!” She yelled, hopping up and down. Eventually Scootaloo looked her mother in the eyes, she could see how scared she was. “Seriously, Mom? You're going to cry over this? I didn't even fall that far, I've fallen from worse things while crusading.” She commented in an annoyed tone, this wasn't the only time her mother got like this though. Every time she did crazy tricks on her scooter, her mother would always worry. But it wasn't like she was in any real danger (she always made sure to wear a helmet).

Dizzy realized it really wasn't that bad of a fall, her daughter did at least have a soft diaper to land on. “I guess… but still, we should be more careful. Now let's get back to Sweetie Belle, I think I've had enough running around for one day.” Dizzy sighed, running around with two foals could be tiring.

While Scootaloo and Dizzy were out of Sweetie’s sight, she decided to play with some of the toys on the floor. The toys in question were little figures of the Wonderbolts, including Rainbow Dash. “I must say, Scootaloo really likes the Wonderbolts. Wonder if Rainbow Dash joining their ranks has anything to do with it.” She thought to herself.

As Sweetie played, she suddenly heard a small thud from upstairs. She instantly got worried. She wanted to check on Scootaloo and her mother to see if they were okay. But maybe they were okay and weren't the cause of the noise? Maybe something just fell from a table somewhere? Sweetie started to observe her surroundings, and saw a door that had a sign which read “Keep Out”. Although Sweetie normally tried to stay away from places she wasn't supposed to go, her curiosity got the better of her. She put her toys down and rushed to the door, but she slipped due to the diaper and fell on her rump. Once she got up, she giggled. “Right, I forgot the diaper makes it harder to walk,” She said to herself. “Silly me.”

Soon, she had reached the closed off room. Sweetie tried opening the door, but it turned out to be locked. The little foal crossed her forehooves together, she had hoped to explore the house a little bit. Most of the time when she visited Scootaloo, she‘d usually stick to Scootaloo’s room, or the living room. She’d never really explored her friend’s house in its entirety before. “Wonder if this is where Scootaloo’s mom keeps all her old foal supplies?” Sweetie wondered, as she tried to use her magic to turn the knob and open the door.

As Sweetie was fiddling with the door knob, Dizzy came back from her little trip upstairs. She saw Sweetie messing with the door and frowned a little, she couldn't believe Sweetie would even try to go into a door even though it specifically said “Keep Out”. She let out a soft sigh as she remembered the first time she’d caught Scootaloo trying to get in there. She normally wouldn't mind if either of her foals wanted to go somewhere. But this room was different, it had all her husband's trophies. And due to how delicate they were, she would prefer if they were with an adult if they went into a room like that. Least they break something and get hurt.

“Sweetie Belle, that room is off limits!” Dizzy sternly scolded. “There's a reason it says to keep out!” She picked up Sweetie and carried her away from the door, setting her down on the living room floor before she added. “Now since this is your first time getting in trouble, I’ll let you off with a warning. But next time you do something like that, you'll get a timeout, do I make myself clear?” She asked seriously.

“Bu...But I just wanted to look inside,” Sweetie protested. “I didn't mean to break any type of rules, I get this room must be important to you if you have to lock it, but can I pretty please with sugar on top take a look inside? I promise I’ll never ask again, I just want to take one look.” She pleaded with her signature puppy dog eyes look, the eyes were too much for most ponies to handle. This was often how she got things from Rarity, so maybe the same trick would work here?

Unfortunately for Sweetie, this wasn't Dizzy’s first time dealing with a pony that wanted to take a look inside the trophy room. Scootaloo has asked before and the answer had been “No.” then as well. In fact, Dizzy remembered the time Scootaloo had actually snuck into the room, and fell into one of her father's trap, a net that trapped her inside. He always wanted to keep extra security in that room, in case anyone might try to steal his trophies.

“I made a promise not to let anypony in there,” Dizzy said firmly to Sweetie. “It's up to my husband to decide who goes in there, not me. If you want to go in that room you’ll have to wait til he comes home. But until then: ‘No means No’!” She said, a bit too loudly. She saw tears begin to form on Sweetie Belle’s face, and quickly picked the filly up and started rocking her back and forth like a foal.

Scootaloo didn't know if she'd regret asking this or not, but she didn't like that Sweetie was getting more attention than her. “HEY! I want to be held too, Mommy!” She complained, crossing her forehooves together with a sad look on her face. She knew her best friend was sad, but that didn't mean she had to hog all the love.

Dizzy smiled at her daughter, she was happy Scootaloo was getting more into her foal role, it would make this weekend a little better. Of course, she still couldn't expect Scootaloo to use her diapers completely. But maybe, by the end of this weekend, Scootaloo would go number two in them? Dizzy shook her head, her daughter would probably find that nasty. “OK Scootaloo, I guess I could hold you top, my special little toddler” She cooed, lifting Scootaloo up. She held Sweetie in one hoof and her daughter in the other, and she started to rock her foals back and forth. She soon had a perfect idea, a fun game for them to play and she wouldn't mind being a part of it. “I have an idea, girls,” She spoke up. “How would you two like to play truth or dare?” She asked.

Sweetie’s sadness disappeared, and was replaced with a smile. “Really?! Oh my gosh, that would be perfect! I guess it works better then going into that room! I’ve got sooo many fun dares to try!” She exclaimed, winking at Scootaloo as she started to suck on her pacifier.

Dizzy put her little foals down on the floor, “Ok babies how about we play it here? I’ll go get a bottle and you two can play with your toys or whatever you wish to do, just please don't run off upstairs. it's much too dangerous to go up there without an adult.” She instructed, kissing the two on their heads.

Once Dizzy was gone, Scootaloo got up. Her diaper crinkled as she walked closer to Sweetie, “Hey, while Mommy goes off to find a bottle, how about we play Hide and Seek?” she asked. It had actually been many years since she’d had the chance to play that game in her own home, and she always was the best hider in the house. She remembered that one time when she was about four years old and hid inside the vents. Of course ,that was kind of a problem because her parents had to call somepony to get her out. But in the end it was still fun, although she had tons of dust on her afterwards. But she and her parents had shared a good laugh when it was over.

Sweetie Belle snapped Scootaloo out of her little memory by patting her diapered rump. Scootaloo couldn't help but blush, nopony had really done that to her aside from when she was a foal. But it still felt weird when Sweetie did it, normally the only time you pat somepony on the rump was for a spanking. Sweetie wouldn’t do that, right?

“Ok, Scootaloo, I’d wove to pway dis game with you,” Sweetie said, her voice muffled by her pacifier. She looked around the room and realized there were actually quite a few places to hide, which would make this game exciting. She continued. “But since I’m the guest, I think it would be wise for me to hide first. You can hide next when you find me,” She then finished by saying. “I mean if you find me!” And she ran off to find a place to hide.

Scootaloo crossed her hooves, she knew Sweetie could get a little overly excited for things, but she seemed to be enjoying this perhaps a bit too much. Once Sweetie was gone, Scootaloo went over to the wall and started to slowly count, “One, two, three,” Seconds ticked by and she finished her counting up to ten. “Ready or not, here I come!” She declared and began looking for her friend. She looked inside of plants and a few pots, but to no luck. Soon, she went into the kitchen, her diaper crinkling as she walked. She then saw a diapered butt sticking up from under the table. She put her hoof on her friend’s rump. tapping it as she yelled at the top of her lungs. “I FOUND YOU!”

Sweetie was shocked and surprised that her friend had found her so fast, and she accidently hit her head atop the table. “Ouch, that hurt!” She groaned, rubbing her head, “I guess it's your turn… Crinkleloo.” When she’d heard Dizzy call Scootaloo that, she couldn't help but find it cute.

Dizzy came running in from down the hallway! She could've sworn she heard somepony yell, what if they were in some kinda danger?! What if somepony got hurt or worse?! She observed the living room, but she couldn't find a trace of her foals, this only worried her more, as she went into the kitchen. She observed the room and was tackled to the ground by her diapered foals in their attempt to surprise her, and it worked flawlessly.

“I thought I heard yelling, did somepony get hurt?” She asked, deeply concerned. As a mother, the safety of her foals was all that mattered. She quickly checked them for scratches or any type of wound they might of gotten, but nothing was there. While she was at it, she checked both their diapers. Both of them seemed to be dry, that was a good thing (but to be fair she had recently changed them anyways).

“Sowwy Mommy, me and Sweetie were pawing hide and seek, and I kinda yelled when I found her, also sowwy for the surprise attack.” Scootaloo said apologetically, she’d completely forgotten that her mother can be a little too worried for their safety sometimes. She’d fallen off her scooter before, and her mother always getting scared that she might hurt herself. Then the two foals followed Dizzy out into the living room, the two still had issues walking due to the thickness of thier diapers.

When they got to the living room Dizzy Twister told them to sit down, they did as commanded like good little foals. Once they were comfy in their spot, Dizzy put a bottle in the middle of them and explained. “Now here' are the rules. I’ll be playing this with you three, so you can give me a dare or ask me to tell the truth about something. But do NOT dare anypony to run outside in their diapers, got it?!”

Both foals nodded their heads in response, they were both eager to get this started. They had quite a good dare to use on their mommy.

Dizzy decided to spin the bottle, first she had to admit she hadn’t done this since she gotten married. The bottle spun around and around until it landed on Sweetie Belle, “Ok, Sweetie, truth or dare?” She asked.

“Truth!” Sweetie replied.

“Have you ever snuck out?” Dizzy asked Sweetie.

Sweetie gulped, but realized that this was a game about truth, so she had to come out with it. “Yes, a long time ago, I kinda lied to Rarity once. You see I snuck out of her place to go to Pinkie's Party. Unfortunately for me, Rarity was there and she caught me. I was still at the party, but my punishment was to stay in timeout until the party ended.” She said with a blush.

Sweetie grabbed the bottle and spun it with her magic, she was happy when it landed on Dizzy Twister! She smiled brightly. “Truth or dare, Mrs. Twister?” She asked, though she hoped for dare, and Dizzy (as if she’d read Sweetie’s mind) did indeed say dare. “I dare you to put on a diaper.” She beamed brightly, this was something she’d always wanted to dare somepony to do. A year or two ago, she’d have thought of daring Diamond Tiara or Silver Spoon to do it, but daring Scootaloo’s mom would be just as satisfactory. And if Dizzy was put into a diaper. Sweetie knew it would amuse her and probably Scootaloo too.

Dizzy blushed she hadn't put herself in diapers since she was three and a half years old. But this was something she couldn't get out of, luckily she still had some adult foal diapers from that brief time after Scootaloo’s birth when complications from the pregnancy temporarily made her wet the bed (thankfully, she’d had surgery to correct it by the time Scootaloo was a year old). She quickly found the package she’d stored in her closet and put them on. She had to admit they were actually very comfortable. “No wonder Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle like these.” She thought. As she returned with her padded bottom.

Scootaloo looked at her mother. “Wow… that’s a huge diaper!” She said, giggling a bit, “I thought only old ponies and babies wore them!” Then she burst into a fit of laughter

Dizzy just let her daughter laugh it all out, then she spun the bottle and it landed on Scootaloo. “Truth or dare?” She asked her daughter.

“Dare!” Scootaloo immediately replied.

Dizzy opted to go with something easy. “So, you like laughing at other ponies, do you Crinkleloo? Well, I dare you to drink a full glass of water, and no bathroom breaks till the game’s done, unless you need to do number two of course. I don’t mind changing you if you make a pee-pee.” She said, trying not to smirk.

Scootaloo was shocked, why would her mother do this?! She thought about not doing it, what's the worst that could happen if she refused? But then she thought of that old nickname Apple Bloom had called her when during that sleepover at Fluttershy’s. She was NOT a chicken! Besides, Rainbow Dash would never back down from a dare, what would she think of her little sister for doing so. “Ok, fine, I’ll drink the water,” She agreed. “Just get it for me, please, Mom?” She asked politely and when her mother did, Scootaloo accepted the big cup of water. Scootaloo took the water and gulped it down fast. After finishing it, she knew she would need to use the bathroom soon, but if possible she would try her hardest to hold it. And if she couldn’t, well she could hopefully trust her mother to change her.

Sweetie Belle decided to take Scootaloo’s turn since she had completely forgotten. She spun the bottle and it landed on her orange coated friend. “Truth or dare?” She asked Scootaloo.

Against her better judgement, Scootaloo said “Dare!”.

Sweetie thought for a moment. Since Scootaloo had recently drank a huge cup of water she’d obviously need to use the potty. But Sweetie thought it would be better if Scootaloo used her diaper just once while being awake. It wasn’t like she was asking her friend to do number two in them. “Scootaloo, I dare you to use your diaper!” She said, smiling brightly. Sweetie had already done it before so she was used to it. The question was, was Scootaloo used to it?

Scootaloo almost let out a scream, but she realized now that she did indeed have to use the potty, thanks to her mother making her drink a huge cup of water. She’d get even though, as next she would be daring Sweetie Belle to do something very embarrassing… that is, if it landed on her friend (and said friend picked dare). “Okay Diaper Belle, I will,” She groaned. “But only because you're my best friend in the whole world, and I know you'd never tell anypony what we've been doing, you’re very trustworthy.” She tried calming herself as she closed her eyes, and felt the liquid from her bladder start to release into her diaper. Scootaloo was relieved to let it out, but at the same time she blushed knowing that that it had to be done in front of her mother and best friend. It made her feel like an actual foal. She didn't really know how to feel about that at first, but as the warmth sunk into her bottom she couldn't help but find that it felt oddly soothing for some reason, maybe using the diaper for peeing wasn’t such a bad thing after all?

Dizzy quickly got out a diaper and changing pad, she laid it on the floor and when Scootaloo laid down on it, she threw away the old diaper, wiped her daughter clean, and put some foal powder around Scootaloo’s bottom. Once she’d finished, she decided to put a different type of diaper on (Scootaloo’s old one had barely held together after one good soaking) a pink one that had the words ‘Little Princess’ written on them. She’d bought those a while ago as a means of possible punishment (as well as when she speculated her daughter was wetting the bed in secret but wasn't telling her), and she'd been meaning to try them out. “Aw, my wittle princess looks so cute in her brand new diapees,” She cooed, then thought it would be a great time to get her foals something to eat and drink. “You two keep playing, while Mommy gets some snacks and drinks.” She cooed, as she got up. Surprisingly, she opted not to take off her diapers.

Scootaloo waited till her mother was gone. “You’d better not tell anypony I wet myself Sweetie!” She warned her friend. “If you do, I’ll be sure to let everypony know you wet your diaper on purpose,” And spun the bottle, it landed on Sweetie. Scootaloo grinned. “OK, Sweetie Belle, truth or dare?” And she prepared herself to decide on whether she would dare Sweetie to let Scootaloo draw on her diaper, or dare Sweetie to go stick her head in the toilet for a few seconds.

But Sweetie, much to Scootaloo’s disappointment, said in reply. “Truth.”

Scootaloo sighed, so much for her hopes to get even for that diaper wetting dare. But she pushed those thoughts aside and asked her friend. “Did you tell anypony, and I mean anypony my secret for likeing… you know diapers and being treated this way?”Obviously she could trust her best friend to keep it a secret, right?

Sweetie Belle let out a nervous chuckle, “I… uh, I mean, you see, Scootaloo… Wh..why don't you ask another question? I don't feel comfortable with this one..” She said, turning away and trying not to look Scootaloo in the face.

“What?! NO! NO! NO! Sweetie Belle, you owe me after I wet that diaper for you! Now tell me, or Celestia help me, I won't be your friend anymore!” Scootaloo warned, this was starting to worry her. The only times Sweetie ever refused to say anything, was if she spilled the beans.

Sweetie could tell Scootaloo might get violent if she didn't answer. It couldn't be that bad if she confessed, right? Rarity was a trustworthy pony, she’d never tell anypony about Scootaloo’s secret love for diapers, right? Sweetie finally found the courage and let it out, “I told Rarity about your secret when I asked her if I could come over,” She confessed. “But it's not my fault, I swear! She wanted to know where I was going on such short notice and she just kept pressing.” She replied, and prepared for the worst.

Scootaloo was beyond angry, and pinned Sweetie to the ground! They were having such a fun time, and yet Sweetie had gone off and told Rarity! “So that's all I am to you?” She hissed. “We’re supposed to be friends, friends never tell other ponies secrets! What's next, you gonna tell Rainbow Dash?! Or maybe Diamond Tiara?! Oh no, you’re probably gonna tell all of ponyville my secret, you stupid marshmallow!” She angrily bellowed, and gave Sweetie a few punches to her padded bottom.

Though the diaper was protecting her from Scootaloo, Sweetie still had no way to get up or defend herself from the angered filly. She did the only thing she knew how to do and yelled “MOMMY, HELP!”

Dizzy came in and saw Sweetie Belle on the floor, crying! She looked at Scootaloo, who ran up the stairs far away from her. Dizzy would worry about Scootaloo later, right now her other foal took priority. She went over to Sweetie and checked her out, she seemed to be fine, Scootaloo hadn't really done much damage (and the diaper had absorbed the blows pretty well) but a small sore spot started to form on Sweetie's rump when the diaper was pulled back. Dizzy grabbed a bandage and put it on Sweetie as she cooed, “Give it twenty four hours and you’ll heal! You’ll probably need the diaper, just in case sitting hurts,” She said, rocking Sweetie back and forth, as her thoughts turned to Scootaloo. “What is wrong with that filly?” She wondered out loud. “Looks like Scootaloo might actually need a spanking instead of a time out,” She said in a more serious tone.

“NO! Don't give her a spanking… it's my fault that she did that!” Sweetie said, tears building up. She’d really blown it this time, this was the worst mistake she could’ve ever made, “I deserved everything I got… I did something I shouldn't of done.” She confessed.

“Whatever do you mean, Sweetie? You two are best frie-” Dizzy began, but was interrupted before she could finish.

“We were best friends, but here's the thing, I told Rarity about Scootaloo’s secret love for diapers. And after I said that she sorta got angry and started to punch me,” Sweetie explained sadly. “I guess I’m lucky that she was only hitting the diaper, but I've ruined our friendship….my trust is lost… our friendship is lost!” She started to cry again.

Dizzy knew she had to fix this, if she hadn't left the room she would've of been able to prevent this mess. “It's not your fault, Sweetie,” She said softly. “But if it makes you feel any better, I’ll go talk with her. Please wait here and rest,” She said, going upstairs (though still in her diaper, she made a mental note to take it off once this whole ordeal was straightened out). Knowing her daughter, she’d be in her room. cuddling her Rainbow Dash plushie, just like she always did when she had one of her tantrums.

Thirty minutes passed before Dizzy came downstairs carrying Scootaloo in her hooves, she had managed to talk some sense into Scootaloo (thankfully without needing to spank her). She put Scootaloo down on the floor next to Sweetie and lectured briefly but bluntly, “Now listen, Scootaloo. I know you’re upset about Sweetie’s confession, but you need to forgive her. She made a mistake and she clearly regrets it. Everypony makes mistakes, even you.”

Sweetie got up off the ground and cried into Scootaloo, giving her a hug. “Look, Scootaloo, I’m sorry I told Rarity. It was wrong of me, I admit it. I shouldn't of told her the way I did, but if I didn't I wouldn't of been able to come here and be your play date!” She squeezed Scootaloo harder. “I promise it won't happen again, and I’ll make sure I tell Rarity not to tell anypony! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!” She said in a saddened tone.

Scootaloo could see the tears in Sweetie’s face, she hadn't realized Sweetie cared for her that much. Now she started feeling sorry that she’d reacted so harshly. “Okay, I forgive you, and I’m sorry for what I did, it was wrong of me,” She apologized. “I should've gotten more info before I attacked you. Sorry for hitting you.” Sweetie accepted the apology, and slowly stopped sniffling.

Dizzy Twister was happy the two were friends again but decided now would be the best time to put her babies down for a nap (it’d give her an easy chance to take off her diaper, she wasn't sure how she was gonna explain wearing one to her husband). “Ok, you two have been though a lot today. And I think it’s time for you two to get some rest,” She softly cooed, went to the crib (which was in her room this time) and put them in it. But before she set down for a nap, she quickly changed Sweetie Belle (who had wet her diaper waiting for Scootaloo) and put her in a pink diaper with frills, just like Scootaloo’s diaper. She gave the foals a kiss on their cheeks and left the room. “Sweet dreams, my little angels.” She softly cooed.

A Nightmare and a Different Kind of Accident

Today was the day Scootaloo would return to school. That weekend with Sweetie Belle had gone by a little faster than the orange coated filly had thought, she couldn't remember waking up this morning. But Scootaloo didn't think much of it, as she walked to school. There, she saw all her friends, including Rumble (who she had a bit of a crush on, not that she’d ever admit it).

Seeing Sweetie Belle was being awfully silent for some odd reason, Scootaloo called out to her. "Hi, Sweetie Belle, I really enjoyed our weekend together. I hope we can do it again sometime." She spoke faintly, hoping none of the other ponies would question her or ask her what she was talking about. Thankfully, nopony seemed interested.

Scootaloo was about to ask her best friend if she'd like to spend the night with her again (though this time it would just be a normal sleepover) but just then the school bell rang and Sweetie and the other ponies started running to get to class on time. Scootaloo, on the other hoof, just stood there, frozen in place. Something seemed off, specifically in regard to who her friend was interacting with. Normally Sweetie never hung out with Rumble and Dinky, and she’d never once heard her friend mention anything about them. So why was she suddenly spending time with them? And where was Apple Bloom?

The filly couldn’t dwell on the matters for long, class was due to start soon and she didn’t want to be tardy. Scootaloo shook the thoughts from her head, and ran into the school house, hoping to beat the clock! When she got there and had plopped down into her seat, the filly breathed a sigh of relief. Normally, this gave her time to talk to Sweetie, or any of her other friends. But this time she wasn’t so lucky, as Miss. Cheerilee came trotting in and started class.

Scootaloo tried to pay attention to the lessons as Cheerilee droned on and on. But her mind was distracted by other things. She had to talk to Sweetie, now! She had so many ideas planned, ideas that had to come out one way or another.

Regardless of her teacher talking to the class about some random pony in history, Scootaloo decided to try to quietly talk to her friend, who was just one seat ahead of her. It usually worked pretty well. "Psst! Sweetie Belle...Sweetie! Hey, I wanted to talk about our weekend!" She whispered, but there was no reply. Sweetie just wasn't paying attention, she seemed to be completely fixated on the lesson, which Scootaloo found even more odd. As much as Sweetie loved school, history was not a subject she was fascinated by (except for when she was interested in the old style carts used for the Applewood Derby), so why was she now paying so much attention to and ignoring her friend?

Deciding that there was only one way to get Sweetie Belle’s attention, Scootaloo scribbled a note on a piece of paper, folded it into a paper airplane, and threw it with her hooves without bothering to aim. Unfortunately, as a result, the paper aircraft completely missed Sweetie. Scootaloo watched the plane fly around the room, hoping it would just strike the wall, crash, and go unnoticed. But that didn’t happen, and the filly froze as the plane she’d made hit Cheerilee square in the muzzle. Not good!

Scootaloo gulped and shrunk in her seat, she knew what was gonna happen next. The first time she’d done this, she got a warning. The second and last time prior to this, she’d sent to the principal's office (who unfortunately was Spoiled Rich from what Scootaloo could recall, though all Spoiled had been allowed to do was give Scootaloo detention for a whole week). As this was her third time doing something bad, Scootaloo figured that Miss. Cheerilee would probably resort to calling her parents in for an after school meeting and a lecture about making and flying paper planes. So much for her bright idea.

Cheerilee opened the paper plane and read the note. She was confused by the message written on it and who it was addressed to. Instead of going to Scootaloo, the mare paused in her lesson, approached Sweetie Belle’s desk, and inquired of her. "I don't understand this, Sweetie Belle. Exactly what does Scootaloo mean by ‘Diapered Playdate’?" Her tone of voice indicated a pony that was deeply concerned, too concerned for her own good. The words “diapered playdate” could only mean one thing. But maybe these fillies were just joking around? Maybe this was one of those secret messages they wrote to cover their tracks if it was intercepted, and keep their teacher in the dark? But then what could “diapered playdate” be code for, and who in their right mind would use a code that involved such suspicious writing?

Scootaloo sat still, completely frozen in her seat! Why oh why did she have to put her name on that paper note? She could have probably waited till after class was done, and asked her friend if she wanted to play again. But no, she just had write it all down in a letter! But then, what was there to fear? If Cheerilee was asking Sweetie Belle then she obviously hadn’t assumed Scootaloo was being sincere and thought the filly was covering for something. Sweetie won't tell anypony the truth, she had promised not to let a soul find out. So her secret was safe from prying eyes and ears.

Or so Scootaloo thought. For all of a sudden, without thinking, Sweetie innocently blurted out. "Oh, Scootaloo and I like to play dress-up and act like foals in diapers. She's just so cute in her diapers." Realizing her mistake too late, the filly clamped her hooves around her mouth! But the damage was done!

Suddenly, a big poofy diaper formed around Scootaloo’s rump, as well as a pacifier for her mouth, and some purple mittens to protect her hooves. "Wait, why does my butt feel soft all of a sudden?” She thought, before the filly looked back at herself and saw she was in a diaper! She also noticed the pink pacifier and purple mittens, and became aware of the fact that suddenly all eyes were focussed on her! "Uh, it's not what it looks like, I swear!" She protested, as her seat was suddenly turned into a crib.

Diamond Tiara giggled, breaking the silence. Her laugh sounded just like it did when she used to bully Scootaloo all the time. "Well, well, well. It looks like I was right. You really are a foal after all. I always thought it was really odd that your mother was buying diapers, but Daddy said it wasn’t polite to ask questions. But it looks like the school now has a baby to take care of, maybe Miss. Cheerilee could put you in the daycare center that’s outside." She teased, tickling Scootaloo, who started to giggle. But suddenly, without warning she started to mess her diaper, causing Diamond and all the other ponies to cover their noses and gag in disgust, as a chorus of “Ew!” rang out.

For a moment, all that could be heard was the laughter of ponies. Before it grew darker and darker, and the light of Luna's moon filled the room.

Scootaloo woke up with a sudden shock, panting heavily! It took her but a moment to realize what happened. "Another nightmare, thank Celestia. But why do I keep getting these nightmares?” She wondered to herself. “And why did Sweetie have to tell everypony in that dream? Does that mean I can’t really trust her even though she gave her word not to tell?"

Suddenly, an awful smell struck Scootaloo’s nostrils, and it seemed to be coming from her diaper. Looking down, the filly noticed that wasn't number one, it was something else. She had a different kind of accident, a messy one at that. "Di...Did I just mess myself?! No no no, I can't do that! Only foals do that!" Scootaloo thought to herself, but as the smell started to get uncomfortable, tears started to fill her eyelids, and soon she started to let them out. The filly didn't quite know what to do in this situation. Should she get out of the crib and get her mother for help? Or she should stay here until somepony came to check on her? The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she got, and the smell was starting to get to her.

Sweetie Belle started to wake up, as she felt something drip onto her. “Water? Please tell me it's not raining.” She said quietly, as she sat up in bed. She looked up at Scootaloo, noticing that she was the one crying. “So that's where the water came from!” Sweetie realized. “But why is Scootaloo crying, what reason would she have to cry?” Just then, a rather bad smell hit her nostrils, she realized Scootaloo had messed her diaper.

“Scootaloo are you OK?” Sweetie asked with concern. Although she knew why her friend was crying, she still had to make sure everything was ok.

Scootaloo froze, her friend was awake, and probably could smell her little accident! This just wasn't fair! Why did she have to do this on tonight of all nights?! Trying to hide how distressed she was, Scootaloo put on a smile and said as innocently as possible. “I’m fine, Sweetie. I just... had a bad dream! Yeah, that's it!”

Sweetie said nothing, this had to be extremely embarrassing and possibly weird to Scootaloo. As Sweetie observed this, she realized she to had to use the potty, pretty badly, and there was no sign of Dizzy Twister anywhere. Maybe if she were to “accidentally” mess her diaper, Scootaloo wouldn’t feel so embarrassed and ashamed? Besides, Sweetie had been using her diaper the entire time she'd been at Scootaloo’s place, even if it was just for wetting. How bad can it be to go number two in her diaper, just this once? With that thought in mind, the filly stopped holding it in and let it into her diaper. Once she’d filled it, she found it a little hard to move, not to mention it felt terrible and very uncomfortable. “EW, EW, EW!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, realizing it was a bad idea. But she saw Scootaloo stopped crying and was sincerely smiling a little, so that was a plus.

Dizzy Twister started to wake up. She had gone to bed a few hours ago, but had been woken up by Sweetie’s yelling, and she soon became aware of a very strong and awful smell. When she got to the crib, she had to wipe her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Her foals had both messed themselves and clearly needed a change. The smell was quite overwhelming for her. “I hope this Is just a nightmare,” She thought to herself. “I don't mind changing them. but next time I need to watch what they eat. Goodness, I’ve almost forgotten how much of a stinker Scootaloo used to be!”

Scootaloo started to tear up again and quickly apologized, even though she ended up slightly lisping behind the pacifier. “I’m so sowwy, Mommy. I didn't know this was gonna happen. I had a nightmare, and you see, I…. well I woke up all messy and icky.” She sobbed, picking up her stuffed Dash plushie and squeezing it tight for comfort.

“It's okay, Scootaloo,” Dizzy softly cooed. “You don't have to explain it to me. We all have nightmare. Just relax and stay calm, I’ll get you and Sweetie Belle cleaned up. We wouldn't want either of you to get a rash, now would we?” She asked, picked them both up from the bed, and placed them on a makeshift changing table she’d erected at some point.

Dizzy Twister unfolded the diaper on her daughter first, she then picked up a few wipes from the table and started wiping her daughter’s coat clean. Then she did the same to Sweetie Belle, taking care not to move too fast or too slow. She then threw the old diapers into the diaper pail once she had finished, and then she put brand new diapers on them while sprinkling in some foal powder. These diapers would hold a little more, but would still be a little hard for them to walk around in.

Dizzy carried them over to her bed, there was still a bit of time left to sleep, “Okay you two. I think you two should sleep with me for the rest of the night. I wouldn't want my wittle foals getting anymore nightmares, now would I?” She cooed, putting them on the bed and then covering them and herself up with the sheets.

Scootaloo snuggled with her mother, she didn't really want to let go. All these nightmares she'd been having hadn’t really helped her at all with feeling secure, if anything they were really uncool and unnerved more than she would admit.

As for Sweetie Belle, well she wanted to say that she didn't have a nightmare, and that she’d only done it because she didn't want Scootaloo to feel sad. But that probably wouldn't help the situation much, so she decided to keep her mouth shut and just go to sleep.

The three slept wonderfully that night, but while they slept, Scootaloo knew she’d have to talk to Sweetie Belle in the morning. She knew her friend had used that diaper just to make her smile, the big question was why? Why would anypony intentionally mess themselves like that, just to make somepony else smile?

Author's Note

Originally this chapter would have been longer, but I decided to have the messy scene be separate, it has been a good 3 weeks since I last updated, so I'll try to hurry on the next chapter, I'll try to get it done hopefully in a week or two, depends how busy I am.

Also nice to see that Gdocks finally works with Fimfiction now. before it wouldn't let the Italic thing work when transferring from Docks, glad that got a fix.

Bathtime and Unexpected Visitors

Scootaloo was the first one to wake up the next morning, like she often was. She tirelessly looked around the room and jumped off the bed. She quickly noticed a very bad smell coming from the garbage can, then it hit her. She started to remember her little accident she’d had last night. It was one of the most embarrassing things she had ever done, and she especially felt sorry that her mother had to change that. She had never done such a thing in years.

The tomboyish pegasus sighed, and looked up at her mother who was still asleep. Sweetie Belle was asleep as well. She didn't really want to wake them up, so she instead decided to make them breakfast. “A little breakfast in bed doesn't hurt anypony, Dad does it all the time, when he’s home that is.” She thought to herself and rushed out of the room. Or rather she tried to, she instead tripped and landed on her padded bottom. Luckily she was still dry.

Dizzy Twister turned over to her left side and snuggled with Sweetie Belle as she slept, she held the little filly as if she was a teddy bear. It was rare for Scootaloo to see her mother do that. She must've been dreaming of snuggling with her husband again (which wouldn't be a surprise since he'd been gone for seven months, maybe even longer).

Scootaloo quickly looked at the two sleeping ponies in the room. Neither of them had heard her, thankfully. So she quietly closed the door and walked slowly downstairs, relieved that she didn’t have to use the bathroom. A trip to the toilet would surely wake them up. Sweetie Belle in particular didn’t seem like a heavy sleeper, if last night and the night before that were any indication.

As she reached the ground floor, Scootaloo thought that maybe she should get the newspaper for her mother. That would show that she wasn’t just a little foal, that she could do big pony things by herself.

Without even thinking about her current attire, Scootaloo opened the door and went outside to get the paper. But as she picked it up some toddler earth pony walked by with her friends. The filly started to giggle at her, which caused Scootaloo to realize she had gone outside in her diapers! Horrified, Scootaloo tried to cover it with her hooves, but it was too late!

“Aw. I didn't know big ponies wear diapers too.” One of the toddlers teased. The parents of the foal then came from out of nowhere, and they too started laughing, some of them even took pictures.

As if to make things even worse, Featherweight appeared out of nowhere and giggled before saying. “Smile for the camera, Crinkleloo!” Before Scootaloo could react, the camera flashed and a picture of her all padded up was now in Featherweight’s hooves! “Oh this will get me popular at school for sure!” He snickered, before flying away with the picture firmly in hoof.

Scootaloo quickly snapped out of it, and blushed. She realized that she’d been daydreaming, and she hadn't really gone outside. She sighed and decided to just not bother, it's not like anything important was in the paper anyways. “Mom usually checks for the paper when she wakes up in the morning. Besides, breakfast in bed will really show her how mature I’m getting.” She thought.

Scootaloo then dashed into the kitchen. She almost tripped again but managed to regain her balance. She let out a soft sigh. “I forgot it's so easy to trip in these diapers, why do they have be so thick?” (Though she was pretty used to tumbles, especially with all the scooter accidents she got into. Though none were ever serious.)

Scootaloo went over to the pan area of the kitchen and got one out from a drawer with her mouth. “Dis would be so much easier If I was a unicorn wike Sweetie Belle” She lisped, and took the pan over to the stove. With a great deal of effort, she put it down on and carefully turned on the stove. She’d helped her mom bake cookies a few times, and once she’d tried to make eggs for herself, so she had something of an idea on what to do and what not to do.

Then the filly fluttered her wings up to the pancake mix which was a on a shelf above her. She didn't even bother to read any of the instructions, a lot of the directions used fancy words she wasn’t familiar with. “Aw, this is easy. I see Mom do it all the time, so why should I read it? It'll be easy as pie.” She thought, as she unceremoniously threw the instructions away and got a bowl to pour the mix in. Some of the powder from the mix landed on her and stuck to her coat, but she just smiled as she made breakfast. She could clean up later.

Next the filly got some eggs, cracked them with her hoof, and put about five eggs into the mixing bowl. Once she’d finished, she went to the fridge and poured milk into the bowl, but it got a little too full, some milk landed on the counter where Scootaloo was sitting. Oh well, the grown-ups always said it was no use crying over spilled milk. A few paper towels would clean that up later.

Scootaloo mixed everything together as best she could, and when she’d finished the object in the pan was starting to look more like pancakes. But then she realized she’d forgotten the syrup, you couldn’t have pancakes without syrup! The filly tried reaching for the bottle, which rested on a shelf high above, but she couldn't reach it. She tried flapping her wings as much as she could, but it was still too high for her. So for her next idea, she picked up one of her toy balls that was in the kitchen, and threw up at the syrup bottle, in the hopes it would drop.

The syrup did indeed drop next to Scootaloo, and she caught it with her hooves just before it hit the ground. But the ball had struck other things. A big jar of honey fell and broke on a shelf above, causing honey to fall onto Scootaloo, making her feel all sticky. Then a bag of flower ripped and fell on top of Scootaloo. And to top it off, a few of her feathers (from her earlier flying attempt) landed and stuck to her coat, making her look like a chicken. Granted, a chicken with a ghostly white coat and orange wings, but still a chicken.

“Why did this happen?” Scootaloo asked to herself as she tried to get up, noticing that a lot of that honey had gotten absorbed into her diaper. And now she felt really sticky.

Scootaloo tried and tried to get up, but the honey kept holding her down. Although it wasn't as strong as tree sap, it was still somehow just as sticky and able to keep her from lifting herself off the ground. “This is the worst day ever,” Scootaloo groaned to herself. “Oh well, at least Mom and Sweetie Belle aren't up yet.”

“Ahem,” Called a voice from the hallway. Standing in the kitchen doorway was Dizzy Twister, with Sweetie Belle at her side. Both of them were trying their hardest not to laugh at Scootaloo, but it was obvious they wanted to laugh, just from the looks on their faces. “Aw, I guess some widdle baby wanted to make breakfast. But you should remember you're way too young to be doing this, you're only three after all. And foals shouldn’t be messing with stoves,” Dizzy Twister jokingly cooed, as she turned off the stove. Then she added. “Now let's get you into the bath, and you two, Sweetie. You two are starting to get really stinky.” She fanned a hoof across her nose when she spoke that last sentence.

Both fillies blushed upon hearing that, as they realized they’d both gone an entire day without a bath, even after what they’d done last night. Sweetie Belle then walked over to Scootaloo and used her magic to levitate Scootaloo off the ground, freeing her from most of the sticky honey. “You're probably too sticky to be removed by Mommy, so I’ll just do the job of removing you myself.” She offered.

They eventually made it to the bathroom, and Sweetie levitated Scootaloo over to the sink, as Dizzy got some warm water and a sponge ready, to wipe what she could off of Scootaloo.

Once Dizzy Twister got what she could off of Scootaloo, she removed the old, sticky diaper and put it in the trash. She then put Scootaloo in the bathtub, and went to Sweetie Belle and removed her diaper. “Looks like somepony was able to stay dry this morning.” She said happily.

Sweetie Belle giggled, as she was placed into the warm bathtub with Scootaloo. She grabbed the rubber ducky and started to move it around the water, all while Scootaloo just watched her friend play. She wasn’t in any mood to play with bath toys.

Dizzy Twister smiled. “Aw, you two are so cute. It's a shame I can't leave you two alone, since you’re just three years old for the weekend,” She said with a wink, she then pulled out a camera (The same one she let Scootaloo borrow) and took a picture of her babies. Once finished, she went and got a washcloth, and started to wipe Scootaloo, who had gotten more honey on her rump. “It's a good thing we took care of this now instead of later. Otherwise, it might of been stuck on you forever!” She joked.

After about three minutes of dealing with her daughter, Dizzy cleaned off the last of the honey, and put shampoo on both of her babies manes. She rubbed it all around them, not missing a single spot. Once done, she put a cup in the water and poured it over their heads to rinse them off. After a little bit of scrubbing them with soap, Dizzy finished the bathing.

Sweetie Belle splashed some of to Scootaloo, who splashed back! “Oh, It is so on!” They both said as they started their splashing war, getting water almost everywhere.

Dizzy Twister was unaware of this water war, she was too busy picking out some towels for her foals. But when Dizzy got the towels, her happy mood changed to a not so pleased one. Her floor was completely soaked and the foals were playing with the water as if it was a toy of sorts. “That is enough, young foals.” She scolded lightly, unplugging the drain and letting the tub be emptied.

Both Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle looked at each other before blushing, and they both said. “Sowwy, Mommy, it won't happen again.”

Dizzy sighed, as she put a few towels on the bathroom floor to clean up the mess they’d made. Then she moved to her foals and got them cleaned up. Once they were nice and dry, she put both of them on the changing mat, and put some pink diapers on them this time. “I know how much my babies love their pink diapees.” She cooed, making Scootaloo fake a gag.

Once they were diapered and ready, Dizzy asked. “Now then, neither of my foals have to use the potty, do they?” And when both shook their heads no, she brought them back to the kitchen, and put them both In a double length highchair. She then turned around and frowned, realizing she still had to clean the mess Scootaloo made.

Before she could though, a knock was heard at the door. “That's odd, I’m not expecting any visitors today.” Dizzy commented in a confused tone, walking out of the kitchen.

Scootaloo mentally hoped this visitor wouldn’t be Diamond Tiara. What if her father needed Dizzy to foalsit her again or something? Then Diamond would surely make fun of her and Sweetie for acting like toddlers, friendship or no friendship.

Dizzy answered the door, and was surprised to see Rarity standing there with what looked to be a teddy bear in her hooves. “Greetings, Rarity,” Dizzy politely acknowledged her visitor. “What, might I ask, brings you here?” She inquired in a curious tone.

“Oh, hello Mrs. Twister,” Rarity greeted with a blush. “I... just came to bring one of Sweetie’s toys. She has a hard time sleeping by herself, so she usually sleeps with her teddy.” She proceeds to walk into the house. Despite the knowledge of what Sweetie Belle had agreed to, Rarity was still a little shocked when she saw her little sister in nothing but a diaper, alongside Scootaloo. Although, in a way the fashionista couldn’t explain, it was weird and yet adorable. “It’s as if Sweetie Belle were a little one again.” She thought, and gave Sweetie Belle the teddy.

“MY TEDDY!” Sweetie Belle screamed out of excitement. She really didn't want to admit it, but she had been having a hard time getting to sleep lately (even if she'd been sleeping with Scootaloo mostly. “Thanks, Rarity.” She sweetly said, as she snuggled her teddy.

“You’re welcome, darling, I must say you look absolutely adorable,” Rarity cooed, as she felt something overcome her. “I wonder how Rainbow Dash, Twilight, and the other girls would feel if I told them of this. Oh, maybe we could all take turns babying you two. It would be so much fun, just so long as you promise to use the potty when you’re in my care. I’d rather not have to change messy diapers, so uncouth!” She remarked.

“HEY!” Scootaloo protested. “You are NOT going to tell anypony about this! I don't need Rainbow Dash treating me like a foal whenever she sees me, or even stop hanging out with me! I knew it was wrong for Sweetie Belle to tell you!” She stubbornly replied.

Rarity realized this probably was best kept a secret, and then remembered what she’d promised to Sweetie Belle. “Oh, I’m ever so sorry, Scootaloo. Don’t quite know what came over me there,” She apologized, pinching Scootaloo and Sweetie’s cheeks. “I guess I just got carried away with how adorable you two are. But I’m afraid I have to go now, Carousel Boutique can’t run itself you know.” As she left the house, a thought came to Rarity’s mind. “Perhaps I could make some foal clothes for them, I’m sure Scootaloo would like a nice Wonderbolts themed sleeper. And maybe, once Sweetie comes back home, I could treat her this way in my boutique a little. Well If she wants too at least. Maybe I could even see about having Mother and Father give me her old foal supplies.” She pondered.

Dizzy Twister smiled at Sweetie Belle, once Rarity had left. “Well I’m happy you got your teddy back, now who's ready for some break-” But then a knock was heard at the door once again, and Dizzy sighed again. “One minute, babies, Momma has to see who this could be.”

When Dizzy answered the door, she couldn't help but tear up and smile brightly. For standing before her, was none other than Quickshot, her husband. She gave him a passionate hug and kiss! “I’ve missed you so much, honey!” She said sweetly. “It's good to see you again! But this is a surprise. I didn’t know you’d be home again,” She nervously added. “There’s… something we need to talk about, and something I need to tend to.

Quik was about to ask what his wife meant, but then he smelt something he shouldn't. It seemed to smell something like fresh baby powder. “Powder? But we don't have a baby in this house, do we?” He wondered out loud, and began investigating. He followed the smell to the kitchen before Dizzy could stop him. Upon entering the kitchen, his eyes fell upon his daughter and her friend Sweetie Belle. Both of them seated in a double wide highchair in nothing but pink diapers. He turned to his wife with a noticeable glare on his face. “Why are they in diapers, Dizzy?! They're way, way, WAY too old for them!” He declared, stomping his hoof on the ground!

Dizzy Twister closed the front door, relieved that no one had overheard. This probably wasn't going to be a good conversation, and Quick could be a little stubborn at times. How best to explain this situation to him in a way he’d understand? “Well... you see…” She began, as she tried to think of what she should say.

Author's Note

And a new chapter after 2 or 3 months of slacking off.

Explaining Things

Scootaloo froze in her seat the moment she saw her father walk into the house. Normally, she would be happy to see him, but judging by how he was talking to her mother, he didn't seem to approve of Scootaloo being treated like a foal. And who could blame him?

Sweetie Belle didn't know what to do. She wanted to tell Mr. Twister that this wasn’t hurting anypony. But part of her didn't think she should interrupt this argument.

Dizzy Twister wasn't exactly sure how to handle this, but she didn't want her foals to be here for the conversation, this was an argument between her and her husband. So she walked past him, pulled both foals out of their seats, and instructed them both to go upstairs and play “Now, I know it's time for breakfast and you two are hungry, but I need to talk with daddy alone,” She instructed. “Scootaloo, please be a good girl and listen to Mommy while she talks to her husband. Okay?”

Scootaloo was about to protest and suggest that she and Sweetie provide their own arguments, but her mother gave her a look that told her if she argued with her, Scootaloo would likely be grounded for three months. She knew this, because this wasn't her first time seeing that look. She sighed. “Fine.” And she took off, with Sweetie not far behind. However, when Scootaloo got upstairs she pretended to shut her door, so as to make it seem that she and Sweetie Belle were in her bedroom.

“Uh, Scootaloo, your mom told us to go to our room, we can't just disobey her!” Sweetie commented, a little scared of what could happen if they were caught not listening to orders.

“I know but… I have to listen to this. I don’t want Dad to get the wrong idea about all of this.” Scootaloo told her friend, as they listened to her parents. The filly didn’t want to admit it, but part of her was starting to actually get used to the idea of being treated like a foal, just a little.

Once Scootaloo was out of sight (hopefully distracted playing with Sweetie Belle) Dizzy followed her husband to the living room, and sat down next to him on the couch. She knew it was going to be difficult to explain this to Quick, if the disapproving scowl on his face was any indication. But there was so much he didn’t know about, and she hoped that she could at least get her point across. “Before I tell you why I’m doing this, I just have one thing to say,” She began, looking at her husband. “I’m not hurting these fillies, they agreed of their own free will. And I’m not making them go out in public all diapered,” She decided to leave out the fact that Rarity, Twilight, Starlight, and Spike all knew, If her husband became aware of such a fact, he’d surely be furious. “So, is it really so bad if they agreed to it, and I’m only doing it here, where nopony else can see them?

Quick Shot was anything but satisfied with this answer. “Really, that's what you're going to ask me, Dizzy?” He frowned, and shook his head. “First off, Scootaloo is too old for diapers, diapers are used for three year olds, or ponies who need them for medical reasons. As far as I can see, Scootaloo doesn't need them for either of those reasons, and you know that they sell special nightwear for foals with bedwetting problems, so it can’t be that either,” He paused for a bit, then added. “I get that you miss taking care of her when she was a foal, really I do. It really pains me everytime I go on the road, knowing my little filly is getting bigger and bigger each time I come home. But you don’t see me trying to turn back the clock on her development. You don’t see me diapering her and treating her like some two year old foal, let alone dragging one of her friends into it.”

“But Sweetie Belle agreed to it on her own terms, after she found out about it,” Dizzy protested. “I even told her to get permission before she did this, and her older sister said it was fine.”

“Great, now you’re roping others into your scheme,” Quick frowned, raising his voice a little. “Dizzy, this can’t go on! If you continue this treatment, our daughter will think this is normal, when this behavior is anything but! Whatever she might be going through, treating her like a foal is hardly the proper way to deal with it! And I’ll be darned if I have to start buying diapers for Scootaloo again, you know how expensive they can be!” He scolded. “I especially don't like this, because you of all ponies should understand how hard it was to potty train her! We didn’t get her fully trained until she was almost in kindergarten, and were it not for the fact you needed to be out of diapers to get into kindergarten, she probably would’ve still been in them by the time she started grade school! Just imagine all the ridicule and bullying she would’ve faced then!”

Dizzy sighed. Indeed, Scootaloo’s potty training years had been quite difficult. For the first year, just getting Scootaloo to accept the idea of using the bathroom instead of her diapers had been a struggle. And then, the whole process of getting Scootaloo comfortable with the training potty, then transitioning to the toilet, had taken another year and a half.

In hindsight, Dizzy couldn’t help but feel sort of guilty. “We tried a little too hard to get Scootaloo potty trained. I know we were getting tired of changing her diapers, but we started training her before most ponies her age do. Maybe that’s part of what caused all of those feelings she now has. I’m still glad we got her trained, but we really shouldn’t have been so pushy. We needed to adapt to her pace, not put her on some artificial timeline and force her to adapt to it.” She thought, and then to her husband she replied. “I know, and I get your concerns. But I’m not trying to un-potty train Scootaloo or anything, she can still use the bathroom just fine. She really doesn't mind this treatment all that much, and Sweetie Belle sure seems to like it. Yes they’ve used their diapers, but aside from a few accidents they’ve been just fine.” Dizzy confirmed, hoping that might make her husband feel a little better about all this.

It didn’t. “Maybe I should just drop Scootaloo off at her aunts’ place, maybe they could fix this problem of hers,” Quick suggested, glaring at Dizzy. “And as for you, I think I’m going to have get you into to the doctor for a check on your mental health. Because that’s the only reason I can think of that would make you do this sort of thing. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t do that right now!” He asked, for he was scared that something might be wrong with his lovely wife. But there had to be something wrong with her, because why else would she treat their daughter like a one year old, let alone allow one of her friends to join in? It was certainly not something one just decided to do out of the blue.

“Quick, please,” Dizzy pleaded. “Let me explain. Do you remember when I sent you all those letters about me having a hard time with Scootaloo? You know, about how she refused to do her chores and everything? Surely you remember that, right?” Dizzy asked.

“Yes, but what does that have to do with the way you’re treating her now?” Quick replied.

“Well you see, the idea of Scootaloo being put in a diaper was originally a punishment,” Dizzy explained. “One that Twilight and Starlight put on Scootaloo, while I was in Cloudsdale for a few days. They told me everything Scootaloo confessed to while I was away. I learned then, that she missed her foalhood, and was worried about growing up. And because she was so afraid of what I’d think, she lashed out. She’d even been covering up the fact that she’d been wetting the bed off and on for a couple of months. So don’t you see? I was trying to help her our daughter. I was never trying to regress her or un-potty train her. And I only agreed to let Sweetie Belle join in on this, once she got permission from Rarity. I didn’t want to do it behind her back.”

Having heard of all this, Quick now realized that he might have been a little fast to judge this. He wasn't too fond of the idea at all, but he’d known Dizzy for years. Surely, she would’ve told him about all of this eventually. And he could always ask Scootaloo if Dizzy was telling the truth, Scootaloo wouldn’t lie to him. “I just hate to see Scootaloo put back into diapers after it took us so long to potty train her,” Quick sighed. “She was still in diapers while in preschool for pony’s sake!” He commented, though not quite as mad anymore.

“I know, believe me I know. But I think part of that was our own fault, we were way too hard on her and didn’t allow her time to enjoy her diapers before she moved on from them,” Dizzy commented. “But you need to understand that even though she kind of likes this, that doesn't make her a completely different pony. She still likes sports and enjoys her flight training, nothing in her has changed, she’s still the same Scootaloo we know and love. It’s just that sometimes she gets stressed, and this helps her cope with it. At least, that’s what I’ve come to understand of this. Who knows? Maybe one day when you get stressed out, I could do that same to you, just a little? Wouldn't you like that?” Dizzy suggested. “I could always send Scootaloo to stay with Holiday and Lofty, she’d never have to know.”

Quick instantly shot the idea down. He had his own ways of relieving stress, and he wasn’t exactly sure he’d like the idea of being diapered and dependent on someone else. “No. Leave me out of it, okay?” He told his wife, before he then added. “I…. guess I’m okay with this now, so long as you’re telling me the truth. But please, for pony’s sake, don't ever take her out In public like this! And please don't make her go number two in her diapers! If she wants to pee in them, or has bed wetting problems, that’s okay. But those other two things are a no no.”

Dizzy nodded. “Of course, honey,” She smiled, relieved that her husband had come to something of an understanding, “Now, I do believe I need to get my foals fed. Could wait down here while I get them? It's way past their breakfast time, and they’re starving.” She instructed and slowly walked away.

Quick obeyed, before he took a look at the messy kitchen and frowned. “Scootaloo must’ve tried making breakfast again.” He thought, as he went to get some wet rags and a mop.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Sweetie Belle was surprised at some of the things she’d learned. “Wait, you didn't know how to use the potty until you were out of preschool?” She asked Scootaloo. “I was the same way, Scootsie,” She confessed. “Though that was more because Mom and Dad didn’t really wanna potty train me, they thought they’d made Rarity give up her diapers too soon, and they wanted me to really enjoy them. Rarity sort of ended up potty training me herself, though there was this one time she accidentally flushed me down the drain.” She said with a blush.

“That’s nice, Sweetie,” Scootaloo commented, not really having paid much attention to the conversation. “But we should really get back to my room before Mommy catches us, I’d hate to get a spanking. Sure, it wouldn't hurt with a diaper on, but it doesn't feel good.” And with that, Scootaloo opened the door to her room. She and Sweetie Belle picked up some random toys, and played with then until Dizzy came in to get them for breakfast.

Author's Note

I was going to update this an hour ago but forgot, anyway, I hope I can finish the next chapter soon, been having anxiety lately.

Spending Time With Daddy

Up in Scootaloo’s bedroom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were both playing with their toys. Mostly just Wonderbolts and Power Pony figures along with a Daring Do plushie. Their little tummies growled, making them drop the toys on the ground. It had been hours since they last ate. Their eyes flickered as they heard hoofsteps approaching from the other side of the door. “That must be Mommy!” Scootaloo happily said, buzzing her wings in excitement! She didn’t even care that she’d said something so foalish, she was starving.

Sweetie Belle smiled happily when the door opened. She was happy that Dizzy came, but more happy that she and her husband were able to come to some type of agreement to keep Scootaloo in diapers.

“Hey you two, I got some exciting news,” Dizzy cooed. “But let's get you two downstairs for some proper breakfast first. I know my foals are hungry.” She bent down and picked up both of her foals, making sure they were secured in her hoofs. She then left the bedroom and made sure to shut the door behind her. Their playtime could wait until later.

Making her way back downstairs and into the kitchen, Dizzy put her foals back into their double sided high chair. She then took notice that her husband had almost finished cleaned up the room. The only thing left was a small mess of powder on the counter, but aside from that he did an amazing job. “Nice job on cleaning, honey, and I didnt even have to ask you to do anything. How very nice.” Dizzy said with a bright smile.

“Well,I had to,” Quick commented. “It looked like it’d be too much for you to do right now. Besides, someone had to clean up after…” Then he paused. The stallion had a hard time saying what he wanted, it was still so odd for him. At least, he found his words and coughed. “Clean up after the baby. You know, since she's too young to do it herself and made such a huge mess.” He finished, cleaning and putting the flour away (at least what was left of it).

Scootaloo could tell that her father seemed to still disapprove of her being into this, but at the same time he wasn't trying to take it away from her or Sweetie Belle. “Maybe a bit of playtime with Sweetie Belle and I today and he won't mind It as much? At least as long as I don’t use it.” She thought to herself, as she absent mindedly played around with her diaper. She couldn’t really explain why, but it felt nice making her padding snap back and crinkle.

As Dizzy Twister prepared the food, she glanced back an eye to her foals and got a little annoyed that her older one (by a few weeks) chose to play with her diaper. “Note to self: I should really get some toys put in here for when they are waiting to get fed,” Dizzy thought, turning her attention back to the food. “That way they don’t get bored and start playing with their diapers. One of these days, they might accidentally remove it, and then I’ll be in trouble.” And she then prepared to make some fresh, tasty pancakes. This time it would be less messy. She’d have to find some time to give her daughter cooking lessons, and made sure she knew not to touch a hot stove without a grown up present.

Meanwhile, Quick Delivery observed his daughter and her friend, trying hard not to be bothered by their diapers. He saw Scootaloo was still playing with her diaper, while Sweetie Belle seemed to just want to giggle at the sight.

Quick decided to use this opportunity to try and play around with his daughter in the hopes of getting used to seeing her like this. Besides, he was kind of acting in a bad way in front of his daughter, he had to be the adult around here. “That's enough, Scootaloo, stop playing with your diaper!” He sternly scolded. A bit too loudly, as tears started to flow around Scootaloo's eyes. Quick then cooed. “Instead, I think the tickle monster would like to play with the big baby.” As he put his hooves around his daughter’s tummy and commenced his tickle attack, making her giggle and kick her legs!

As her husband played around with his little butterfly and tickled all around her body, Dizzy Twister couldn't help but smile and giggle at this. “Perhaps he likes her in diapers more than I expected. Well, if makes Scootaloo happy, then it's alright. I remember when Scootaloo was younger, and he used to love coming home from work every evening to play with her. Maybe he misses those days.” She thought just as she finished making the pancakes and some scrambled eggs. She placed them on two plates and set them on the table. “Okay, time to eat, my little babies.” She cooed.

As her father ended the tickle attack, Scootaloo suddenly started to fill her diaper with pee and she let out an eep! Luckily there wasn’t a lot of it, but it still felt weird, this was the first time she’d done that unintentionally during the day. And in front of her father no less. “Uh oh, looks like I peed my diapee, Daddy.” She said with a giggle that sounded more nervous than happy.

Instead of changing her daughter immediately, Dizzy took a quick look at the diaper and commented. “It doesn't seem like a lot, I’ll change you after breakfast. Then after that, we could play with some of your toys. It won’t hurt for the adults to play with my babies, you’re going to love playtime with Daddy!”

Though it was a little uncomfortable and starting to get cold, Scootaloo decided to ignore the wetness of her diaper and started eating her food when it was in sight. The sooner she finished, the sooner she could get changed. She started eating like a pig and almost choked as a result!

Dizzy was very displeased that Scootaloo would eat like that, and scolded. “I thought I told you, Scootaloo, the next time you eat like you'd lose your eating privileges. From now on, when you are home and guests aren’t around, only I or your daddy can feed you, understand?” She asked, receiving a nod from Scootaloo.

Satisfied with the answer, Dizzy then went and filled two foal bottles of apple juice for her foals, before she sat next to Scootaloo and cut the food into tiny little pieces. “Here comes the aeroplane. Now open wide for a landing, Scootaloo.” She said in a motherly tone.

Scootaloo couldn't help but blush at her mother's attempt to baby her. She refused to open her mouth at first, however that changed when Sweetie Belle started tickling her to make her open her mouth. And she did just in time for the food to make a landing.

Scootaloo looked at Sweetie Belle with an angry face. “Why did you do that?!” She scowled. “I don't need anypony to feed me like I’m some unpotty trained foal. And I’m not a real foal, I’m just pretending to be one.” Scootaloo said, pounding a hoof on the bar of the highchair in anger.

“Oh, I’m sowwy, Scootaloo,” Sweetie babbled in a pretend foalish lisp. “I just wanted to help Mommy out. You were giving her a hard time, and besides you have to admit that you are very hungry. Just let Mommy feed you, you’re the one who chose to eat like a foal in the first place.” And she then returned to her own food, eating it politely. Rarity had always taught her to eat like a lady. Diaper or otherwise, Sweetie knew her big sister wouldn’t approve of poor table manners.

“You’re acting more like a foal anyways, Scootaloo,” Dizzy commented. “Now please be good and let Mommy feed you. You wouldn't want me have to put you in the time out area, now would you?” She threatened, knowing this would make Scootaloo feel as If she'd lost her pride. Being placed in a timeout area as if she was a foal would be a humilation the filly would want to avoid at all costs. “Be good for the rest of the day, and you two might get a special treat later.” She added with a wink.

“Treat? What kinda spec-” Scootaloo began, only to be interrupted as a spoonful of pancakes entered her mouth. She took this by surprise, as she expected to get some kind of answer out of her mother. But instead she found herself slowly chewing the pancakes. It was much better tasting on the second bite. “MORE!” She instantly yelled out of happiness, but blushed at the same time. She wasn't one to get happy over food but she couldn't help it,her mother's pancakes were the best.

After finishing the food, Scootaloo wasn't as messy thanks to her mother's “Help”. But that didn't stop her from at least thanking her mother. “Thanks for feeding me, Mommy.” She commented in her best foalish tone, giving her mother a big hug.

Dizzy felt a little bit surprised at the hug. Since her daughter grew a little older, she’d kind of stopped giving out hugs (well aside from Rainbow Dash who she didn’t mind giving hugs to). “I must admit I kinda feel sad when she doesnt give me hugs.” Dizzy Twister thought, as she remembered her little foal would give her hugs every single day when she was a toddler. Those memories made her tear up a little, how long it had been since she’d last gotten a meaningful hug from her daughter?

Quick snapped his wife out of it with a tap on her shoulder. “Uh are you alright, honey?” He asked in a concern tone, it wasn't like his wife to just randomly cry.

Dizzy Twister shook her head and wiped away the tears. “I um.. yeah, I’m okay. It's nothing you should be worried about, really. I’m just being a little bit of a drama queen, that’s all.” She commented, trying to move the conversation over to something else.

“Uh, Mommy?” Sweetie Belle spoke up, drawing Dizzy’s attention.

“What is it, Sweetie Belle?” Dizzy inquired.

Sweetie blushed, pointing a hoof to a noticeable damp patch on her diaper. “I went potty.” She foalishly babbled.

“Do you want to take care of Scootaloo’s diaper for you, honey?” Quick offered. It had been years since he’d had to do such a thing, but if his wife could do it to their daughter all weekend long, how hard could it be?

But Dizzy shook her head and got up from her seat. “That’s quite alright, dear, I’ve got this,” Turning to her foals she then cooed. “Alright, let’s get you two changed into fresh diapees.”

The changing process didn’t take long, soon both Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were in clean diapers and had been wiped and powdered.

While Dizzy Twister was washing her hooves in the bathroom sink, Scootaloo looked across to Sweetie Belle and asked her. “Why are you so into this whole ‘acting like a foal’ thing? I mean, I don’t entirely mind it, but it still feels so weird.”

Sweetie blushed again. “You know how I mentioned the fact that Rarity ended up potty training me, right?”

“Yeah, and you said something about her flushing you down the drain?” Scootaloo inquired. “Did she really do that, or was it just some sort of dream?”

Sweetie shook her head. “It was real. It was early in my potty training, I was still in diapers,” She then explained. “From what Rarity and my parents tell me, I had an accident in my diaper and Rarity always emptied my diaper in the toilet before changing me. I guess she decided to try and use the toilet to clean me off, but her magic shorted out and dropped me in the bowl as she started the flush cycle. It was so scary!”

“Wow!” Scootaloo exclaimed, lucky that she’d never experienced such a thing. This was the first time she’d ever heard of such an ordeal.

“So, after that, I was kind of afraid to go near the bathroom for a long time and my parents decided that was the excuse they needed to keep me in diapers,” Sweetie went on. “I think it wasn’t until kindergarten that Rarity finally got me potty trained. And I think getting to enjoy my foalhood for longer than normal meant part of me still clung to it when I had to give it up. I snuck diapers for a few months after that, but Rarity caught on and made me throw them away.”

Scootaloo nodded, and pondered. “I guess my potty training would have something to do with how I feel about this. I think my parents wouldn’t have started training me when they did if my aunts hadn’t intervened. Aunt Holiday in particular was getting tired of changing my diapers, so she gave my parents some books on potty training,” A few memories started coming back to the filly as she recalled. “That’s when work started to get busier for them, so one week I might be in diapers and the next I’d be sitting on the potty. And sometimes I felt like they didn’t really know what they were doing, my mom more than my dad since I think she kind of wanted to let me move on from diapers on my own time,” Then she added. “Once I started having those bed wetting problems again, part of me actually wanted to just tell Mom so I’d have an excuse to go back to diapers. But another part of me felt ashamed, and covered it up until I started spending time with Twilight and Miss Starlight. And there was this one occasion while Miss Starlight was watching me..” And the filly began to flashback to the experience.

Starlight had left Scootaloo to her own devices on the deal that the filly not move from where she currently was. And was currently answering the front door at Twilight’s castle. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom had stopped by, asking if Scootaloo could come out and play.

“I’m sorry, girls, but Scootaloo’s being punished,” Starlight told the fillies. “She’s not to leave this castle until her mom gets back. In fact, I should probably get back to checking on her, she’s supposed to be in time out right now.”

Apple Bloom seemed to suspect something was up, given how stubborn and uncooperative Scootaloo could be. But Sweetie Belle just smiled and said. “Oh, that’s okay. We just wanted to make sure she was okay, we hadn’t heard from her for a few days.”

“Well as you can see, there was no need to be alarmed,” Starlight smiled and shooed the fillies away. “Now go on, go do… whatever it is you fillies do these days. I’ll let Scootaloo know you were thinking about her.”

After the two fillies departed, Starlight closed the door and trotted back to the throne room where Scootaloo was waiting. The filly seemed to be uneasy and even embarrassed about something, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the now somewhat experienced foalsitter.
Starlight innocently trotted over. “Okay, Scootaloo, the coast is clear. Now about how we…” But then as she drew closer, she paused and sniffed the air, looking at Scootaloo. “Did you just…”

Scootaloo blushed and hung her head in shame. “I didn’t mean to, I tried to hold it in. I wasn’t sure where the bathroom was, and I didn’t wanna risk anypony seeing me in a diaper. I’m really, Miss. Starlight.”

Starlight sighed, struggling to maintain her composure. “Well… you couldn’t help it, and I’m sure you didn’t do this on purpose. But we’d better get you changed before Twilight gets back. Come on, I left the changing supplies in my bedroom.” And she offered her young charge a hoof, helping her to stand from her time out stool.

“So, what happened last night wasn’t the first time I did… that in a diaper,” Scootaloo finished. “It’s still very yucky.”

“No argument there, I only did it because I wanted to make you feel better,” Sweetie reassured her friend. “I know Rarity would’ve absolutely freaked out if I did that at her boutique. I can’t imagine her changing me. She’d probably complain about the ‘uncouthness’ of it all.”

“You’re sure your sister won’t tell anypony about this?” Scootaloo nervously asked.

“Scootaloo, my sister knows ponies have their secrets, and after the time we published her diary I doubt she dabbles in gossip,” Sweetie sternly replied. “Besides, you saw how she acted earlier today.”

Before Scootaloo had a chance to say anything else, Dizzy Twister came back into the room. “Okay, my little foals, nopony here needs to use the potty, right?” When both foals shook their heads, she scooped them up in her hooves. “Good, now let’s go downstairs and have some play time with Daddy!”

Dizzy carried the two diapered fillies back downstairs and into the living room, depositing them on the carpeted floor. Quick Shot was already there, as was a huge assortment of foal toys: Rattles, rubber tools that squeaked when you hit them, foal’s coloring books,and of course alphabet blocks and stuffed animals (not to mention the Wonderbolts and Power Ponies figures from earlier, and the Daring Do and Rainbow Dash plushies).

For a few moments, Quick just sat on the sofa and watched his daughter and her friend toddle about in their fresh pink diapers. Everytime they moved, they let off a series of crinkles that Quick couldn’t help but find adorable. It really brought back memories of when Scootaloo was a little one.

Soon, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle broke off to do their own things, and Scootaloo occupied herself with the alphabet blocks. She grabbed a couple of them with a hoof and started stacking them. When she got to about five blocks, she had to start standing on the tip of her hooves to place more. Quick took advantage of this time, to get off the couch and plop down to his daughter’s level. “Need some help, my little Scootawoo?” He cooed as best he could.

Scootaloo stepped back, nearly toppling over her tower in the process. She hadn’t expected her dad to get into the role as easily as her mom and Sweetie Belle had. Considering he’d only come around to the idea of his daughter in diapers a short time ago, she most certainly had not anticipated him joining in on play time for today, or at any point in the foreseeable future. “Maybe he wants to make up for all the times he wasn’t around when I was a baby?” She thought, and slowly she managed to mouth out. “S-sure… I guess.”

Quick smiled, scooping a few blocks over to him with his wings. “Come on, let’s see how high we can stack ‘em!” He told his daughter.

“Okay, Daddy!” Scootaloo exclaimed, surprised at how easily the word had slipped out.

Quick didn’t mind, he just smiled and started stacking the foam blocks, soon falling into a pattern. First, he would place one, then his daughter, and then it would go back to him.

Between the two pegasi, they soon built quite an impressive tower, something that would’ve surely impressed actual babies like the Cake Twins or Flurry Heart if they’d been around to see it.

Eventually, however, Scootaloo couldn’t stack the blocks any higher even while standing on the very tip of her hooves while on her father’s back. Buzzing her wings didn’t help either, they didn’t last even remotely long enough to give her any increased altitude. And when she tried to flap them harder, she only ended up losing her balance, toppling over with the block tower!

Quick immediately rushed to his daughter’s side and examined her! As luck would have it though, she’d landed firmly on her diapered rump, which had cushioned the blow. Examining his diapered daughter carefully, he could see no bumps or bruises anywhere. Just to be safe, he peeled back his daughter’s diaper. No bruise marks on the inside, everything was okay. “Oh, did my little Scootawwo faww down and go boom boom?” He playfully babbled. “At least she didn’t get an owie.”

“Daddy!” Scootaloo whined in exaggerated worry, inadvertently attracting attention to herself as both Sweetie Belle and Dizzy Twister stopped to look at her, and both smiled at the adorable sight.

“Just making sure you aren’t hurt, boo-boos are no fun, not even with smiley face bandages!” Quick cooed, and ruffled his daughter’s mane. “Lucky your diapee gave you a nice soft pillow to land on!”

“And she’s lucky her mommy buys her only the thickest and poofiest diapers around,” Dizzy added. “She’s protected from injuries and accidents.”

Sweetie used her magic to peel back Scootaloo’s diaper, giggling at the crisp crinkles it gave off when it snapped back into place. “So poofy!” She babbled.

Scootaloo wanted to groan at Sweetie playing with her diaper via magic, but a more pressing urge presented itself at that moment. “I have to go potty!” She blurted out, figuring her parents probably expected her to say the more foalish expression.

“Oh but Scootaloo, you’ve already used your diaper for pee-pee twice today. I can change you after you’re done.” Dizzy offered.

Scootaloo shook her head. “It’s a number two thing, I really don’t wanna do that in my diaper.” She blushed.

Quick got up and took his daughter by the hoof. “Well in that case, we’d better hurry before you have an oopsie in your diapee,” He cooed, escorting Scootaloo along to the bathroom, pulling down her diaper, and carefully placing her on the toilet seat. “Want me to read you something while you wait?” He offered.

“No!” Scootaloo loudly exclaimed, maybe a bit too loudly if the look on her dad’s face was any indication. “I mean… no thank you, Twilight and Miss. Starlight let me use the potty on my own, and I kind of like my privacy.”

“Oh, I get it,” Quick blushed, realizing he’d probably gotten a bit carried away. His daughter was still potty trained after all. “Then I’ll leave you to it, just be sure to wipe, flush, and wash when you’re done. And be careful not to fall in.” He departed the bathroom a moment later and closed the door.

Scootaloo breathed a sigh of relief. “The attention’s not so bad I guess, but I could do without the constant cooing and babbling. It just feels so awkward.” She thought, and then turned her attention to doing her business.

The rest of the day went rather well for both the foals (Scootaloo was relieved to have no more accidents, and even Sweetie Belle tried her luck with the potty) but with more attention. Quick Delivery was able to baby his daughter a little bit more than when she was an actual foal, (He was rarely around when she was young due to work, in fact his sister and her special somepony had spent more time with Scootaloo as a foal than he had).

But as the day ended and dinner was drawing to a close, Dizzy looked at her foals and told them. “Since you’ve been so well behaved, you get that special reward I promised you,” Just then, there was a knock at the door. “Ah, I believe that’s your reward now. I ordered a banana split for the two of you to share, Pinkie Pie should be dropping it off right about now.”

Scootaloo froze, horrified at the thought of having yet another pony discover her in this current condition! Even Sweetie Belle seemed a bit uneasy at the idea.

Fortunately, Dizzy Twister reassured her foals as she explained. “Daddy should be handling it as we speak. I very well couldn’t take you two out in public like this, ponies would get the wrong idea. And don’t worry, I didn’t tell Pinkie Pie about any of this. And if she does, I’ll make sure she ‘Pinkie Promise’s’ not to tell anypony.”

Quick came into the kitchen a few seconds later with the aforementioned desert in a container. He set it down on the table. “Here we are, one banana split for two very special foals.” Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle licked their lips in anticipation.

Once the foals had finished the desert, it was time for some warm milk in a bottle before they would have to go to bed (fortunately, Scootaloo had found some time to complete her homework Sweetie Belle had given her on Friday).

“I’ll take care of Sweetie Belle. You can take care of wittle Scootie, okay honey?” Dizzy asked her husband and slowly put the rubber nipple of the foal bottle into Sweetie’s mouth. The foal slowly swallowed the sweet goodness that was the milk, enjoying every minute of It.

Quick Delivery tried his best to do exactly as his wife was doing, carefully scooping his daughter into his hooves and holding her snuggly as he presented the bottle’s rubber niple to her. He couldn't help but smile as Scootaloo drank her milk nice and slowly. “I must admit, it does feel like I’m actually holding a baby. And the diaper does make her cuter.” He thought. Quick then put Scootaloo over his back and patted her on the back. She let out a few burps, as did Sweetie Belle, and they both blushed. “Excuse me.” Both the foals said, completely embarrassed.

After finishing the milk, Scootaloo let out a soft yawn and softly but quietly said sheepishly. “I wove you, Daddy, tanks for spending time with me. I hope you have time wike tis again.” And her eyes started to shut, as did Sweetie Belle’s.

“I hope I get time too, but right now I can only stay home for one more day, then it’s back to work. Somepony needs to make sure there’s a roof over our heads,” He said softly as his wife’s ears flopped down after hearing that. “Now then, let's get you two babies to bed. I’m sure you're very sleepy.” He went on, as the foals were carried up them upstairs and were placed in separate cribs this time.

Sweetie was put in Dizzy’s room with her teddy, and Scootaloo was put in her old crib (which still fit her, just barely) in her room, along with her Rainbow Dash plushie. Which she held tightly.

“Goodnight babies.” Both Dizzy and Quick said softly and turned the lights off, but kept both bedroom door opens slightly, just in case of bad dreams.

Author's Note

Next chapter will be the last chapter, for this story at lest.

Scootaloo's Special Nursery.

Scootaloo’s eyes fluttered open a little as she watched her parents leave that night. She couldn't help but wonder how the next day would be. Although a more pressing concern came to her mind, this was the first night all weekend she was sleeping separately. She missed Sweetie Belle, she missed having her friend next to her. For some reason, everytime she laid on top of Sweetie, it felt like a pillow, maybe even softer.

Then Scootaloo started to shiver as some cold air hit her. She realized her parents had forgotten to put her in her night pajamas. “Mommy, Daddy, I uh... you kinda forgot to put me in my night pajamas!” She called out, hoping they would hear. Rather than get up though, she decided to wait a few minutes. She wasn’t entirely sure she’d be able to put on her pajamas like this, not after her diaper change attempt the previous day. Finally, the filly was relieved to see her mother walk into the room.“Dad must be asleep or something, he has always been a heavy sleeper.” She thought.

Dizzy Twister walked up to her sweet daughter, placed her on the changing table and picked up her Wonderbolt onesie. She then put the sleeper on her daughter slowly, makes sure it was on tightly. Soon she was finished and put her baby back into the crib, giving her a kiss on her checks. “Goodnight, my precious little Scootie. Mommy loves you.” She said in a motherly tone.

Scootaloo smiled as her onesie was placed onto her. It made her diaper feel a little weird at first but it was nothing she couldn't handle, and it was better than sleeping in just a diaper. Finally she could rest her sleepy eyes and she did just that. Her fun day of padded play time had worn her out completely.

From the realm of dreams, Princess Luna observed the filly as she slept soundly. It was the night princess’ deep regret that she hadn’t been able to intervene in either of the filly’s nightmares before, but other dreams had needed tending to. “Sleep tight, little one,” She spoke. “But it seems you’ve been having nightmares like these for a while now, I wonder why. Maybe If I talk to you in your dreams?” Luna pondered as she used her magic to teleport into the filly’s dream that would soon be a nightmare.

Scootaloo started to fidget in her sleep, moving side to side as If something was bothering her. “Mommy! Daddy! Please, d-don’t show anypony! I thought this was our little secret!” She murmured, tears starting to stroll down her face.

Scootaloo had been enjoying her day with her parents so far, everything seemed about normal. Though the filly found it weird that she hadn't seen Sweetie Belle, she had just gotten done eating her pancakes and for whatever reason her parents put vegetables on her plate. When they weren't looking she dumped them on the ground, she hated vegetables. Even foal food would be better.

Once that was done, her mother pulled out a stroller with a lot of diapers stored beneath the seat. Curious, Scootaloo asked her mom. “What’s the stroller for?” As she was lifted out of the high chair by her father, and placed into the stroller. Suddenly, mittens were placed onto her hooves so she wouldn't remove her diaper! She was soon strapped in tightly! “Hey, what's the big idea?!” She asked (but all her parents could hear was baby babble) She was at a loss for words, why couldn't they understand her?! And why were they about to take her outside In public in nothing but her diaper?! Hadn’t the terms been that they wouldn’t do this in public?!

Ponies started to laugh at the little filly upon seeing her in nothing but her diaper! The most embarrassing part was, even Rainbow Dash was present. The one pony Scootaloo looked up the most to was laugh at her, and calling her all sorts of embarrassing baby names.

“Aw, who’s a cute wittle baby? You are, yes you are, Scootawoo!” Then the cyan speedster took a whiff of the air as an awful smell reached her nose and she plugged it! “P.U.! I think a certain stinky baby needs her diapee changed!” She remarked, as Scootaloo was pulled out of the stroller and placed onto a nearby bench as her mother started changing her! Ponies just stared and laughed at her, and unable to do anything Scootaloo just sat there like a helpless foal.

Scootaloo covered her eyes as tears began pouring out of her eyes, she was confused, embarrassed, and trying to understand why her parents would do this to her! Why would they publicly humiliate her in this fashion?! Did they not love her?! “! I...I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!” She shouted and kicked about as anger started to overtake her (but again all her parents heard was baby babble).

“I just want dis horrible day to end!” Scootaloo suddenly lisped!

Then, without warning, a strange figure appeared behind the filly! That figure turned out to be Princess Luna who made the nightmare disappear, which also removed the diaper, mittens, and everything else!

“That was close, I owe you one for saving me, Princess Luna,” Scootaloo said upon realizing that it was just a nightmare. Then she started to tear up again. “Why? Why won’t these nightmares end? Over and over again, it's similar to the same thing as last time!” Scootaloo complained in a frustrated.

Princess Luna placed a comforting wing over the filly. She bent down and spoke softly. “Just like before, you fear what other ponies will think about you if you find out the truth, your secret. And you probably think Rainbow Dash might think you’re too much of a…” She paused, before bluntly commenting. “Baby.”

“I’d die of embarrassment if Rainbow Dash saw me in a diaper! I just know it!” Scootaloo protested. “Or worse, she’d call me a freak and want nothing to do with me!”

But Luna reassured Scootaloo. “She might be a little weirded out by this, but if she is your big sister I’m sure she’ll come to an understanding eventually just like Rarity did. After all, she knew about your nighttime troubles during that camping trip.”

“T-that was different, it was just ‘cause I was still kind of wetting the bed and Rainbow Dash didn’t want me staining the sleeping bag!” Scootaloo protested.

“Actually, you might find it hard to believe but she once saw you in diapers when Twilight was watching you,” Luna explained. “I know it's a shocker, but you must understand it was quite accidental. She was flying by the castle and happened to sneak a glance inside.”

Scootaloo nearly gasped at the revelation! “And all this time, she didn’t say anything?!”

Luna nodded and told the filly. “It gave her some nightmares for quite a while. She worried how you’d react if she told you what she saw. Yes, even Rainbow Dash has nightmares. she's also afraid her little squirt might find out about some of her other secrets. Everypony has them, just like you’ve been keeping this a secret,” Then she cautioned. “I can’t stay here for much longer. These nightmares will not go away just because I was able to catch this one. What you need to do is have a talk with your parents about how you really feel.”

“Well that’s the thing, I don’t know how I feel. I mean, I guess it’s kind of nice that they’re doing this,” Scootaloo pondered. “But what if somepony less understanding finds out? I don’t know how I’d ever explain this to Apple Bloom or Diamond Tiara, knowing my luck they’d probably laugh at me, call me a freak, or want nothing to do with me.”

Luna simply advised. “How far you want to go and who you want to tell is up to you. But you must confront this and sort out your feelings. Otherwise, these nightmares will continue.”

Scootaloo woke up the next morning, surprised for a moment that Luna wasn't there. Fortunately, she soon remembered what had transpired the last night. And the filly knew what she had to do.

Scootaloo rushed out of her room and into her parent's room just as Sweetie Belle was waking up. “Mom, Dad you’re the best parents ever!” She exclaimed as she sat on her diapered butt, completely unaware she’d used it.

“Scootaloo, sweetie, maybe we should get you changed stinky butt,” Dizzy Twister commented, kissing Scootaloo on her little tummy. “Your diaper is very wet.”

“A-about that,” Scootaloo nervously blushed, even as she was scooped up by her mother. “You think maybe we could set up a kind of nursery? I mean, I know you’ve already got my old crib and toys, not to mention the diapers. But maybe we could set something up? Like a makeshift one so if guests come over I can hide it?”

“We’ll look into that later, my little Wonderbolt,” Quick Shot cooed. “But for today, you and Sweetie Belle have school. And I doubt you want ponies to notice your diapered butt, unless you want Cheerilee to use you as a model for how to change a diaper.”

Sweetie Belle giggled. “Maybe once Rarity makes something for us to cover up the diapers, we can wear ‘em more often,” She then told Scootaloo. “This weekend was great, I had a ton of fun. We should totally do this again sometime.”

“You think your sister will agree? I mean, you know how she feels about diapers.” Scootaloo commented, as her soggy diaper was discarded and her bottom was wiped clean by her mom.

Sweetie smiled. “Something tells me this weekend has changed her mind.” Then she started to ponder. “I wonder how Apple Bloom would feel if we told her about this? Or maybe Diamond Tiara?”

Author's Note

Well this Is the last chapter, but I will do a sequel with Apple Bloom, I can see her totally being into diapers especially since she didn't really get to meet her parents.

Bonus Chapter: Sweetie's Nightmare

Sweetie Belle’s eyes fluttered open, watching Scootaloo's parents go to bed. That is, until she heard a rather familiar voice say. “Mommy, Daddy, you forgot to put my pajamas on!”

“Do you want to put her in her onesie or should I do it, Quick?” Dizzy asked her husband. “I don't mind doing it, but perhaps she'd like her daddy to do it?” She asked hoping, he'd be the one to do it. The more time they’d spend together, the better. It would help Quick come around to the idea of his daughter in diapers a lot sooner.

Quick sighed. “I wish I could, honey, but I'm just too tuckered out. Could you do it, please? I just had a long day,” Then he told his wife. “I promise when Scootaloo gets home from school tomorrow, I'll diaper her and make sure she has a wonderful time with me before I have to go back to work.” Then he rolled over onto his side.

“Alright, I guess I’ll do it,” Dizzy replied, getting up. “I'll just go see what the cute wittle baby needs. Might as well make sure she still has a clean diapee while I’m it.” And she then left the room.

But as Sweetie sat in her crib, practically alone, she herself was missing her little orange tomboy friend. It was always nice to sleep with somepony near you, and for whatever reason the parents had decided to make them sleep separately tonight.

Sweetie Belle didn’t dwell on this for long, it was nice to be diapered. And although it would seem embarrassing to Scootaloo, she would've loved to go outside in her diapers. Having a little something to wear over them wouldn’t hurt, but if she couldn’t have she wouldn’t mind. Oh well, at least this weekend had been perfect. She couldn’t wait to do it again sometime.

About two hours had passed and Sweetie was tugging and turning roughly in her sleep, tears sliding down her face. It was as if she was having a horrible nightmare. “R-Rarity, no! Please don't leave me! Why would you do this to me?! I thought you cared about me, I thought… we were sisters!” She asked in her sleep.

Sweetie Belle found herself back at home. Carousel Boutique to be precise. She wasn’t exactly sure why she was home. She knew for a fact that she had been asleep at Scootaloo’s house, in the crib. SO why was she back at Rarity’s place? And speaking of which, why was her room empty? All her clothes, toys, and everything she owned was gone? How had this happened?

“Did we get robbed?!” Sweetie Belle asked, walking out of her room, a little surprised that her door was also gone. Rarity had always made jokes about taking the door off if Sweetie Belle ever went into her room without asking permission first. But Sweetie hadn’t done that, had she?

Upon exiting the room, the rest of the place looked absolutely fine. Nothing missing, nothing at all out of place, aside from a new crib anyways. Sweetie looked inside It and saw a foal, one that looked to be a little more than a month old. Now the filly was even more confused, “Since when did we have a foal?” She wondered and ran into Rarity’s room. “Rarity, why is there a foal in this place? And where did all my stuff go?” She asked her big sister. “What’s going on?”

Rarity glanced angrily at Sweetie Belle. “YOU?!” She hissed! “What are you doing back here, Sweetie Belle?! Mother and Father, and I, all agreed that you could never come back to this place or to your home, that's why we put you in the Ponyville Orphanage! It’s where a foal like you belongs!” She coldly remarked, making Sweetie fall on her rump in confusion, almost as if a part of her was crushed.

Sweetie Belle started to tear up upon hearing this. “Wait, what?! I… but we're sisters! You love me!” She protested! “I know you do, and Mother and Father said that I’m their pride and joy!” Sweetie complained and started to cry. How could this happen to her, what did she do to deserve this?

“You want to know what you did?! FINE, I’ll tell you!” Rarity hissed bitterly. “When I saw you in diapers at Scootaloo’s house, I knew that you were a mistake. I informed Mother and Father about you liking diapers and they agreed that you needed to be replaced. But look at the bright side, at least we're all happy.” She explained to her now ex-sister.

Sweetie was about to say something, but suddenly Rarity vanished and she saw herself in a crib in the Ponyville Orphanage! Suddenly a diaper was on her rump, and a pacifier in her mouth! Already she was starting to forget everything she’d ever done in the past, and her cutie mark started to vanish! Finally her transformation was complete, Sweetie Belle now was nothing more than a two week old foal, and she started to cry loudly!

But before this nightmare could continue, Princess Luna intervened. She erased everything that had happened and turned Sweetie Belle back to her own age. “Are you okay, little one?” She asked the crying filly.

Sweetie Belle couldn't believe what had just happened to her. “Princess Luna, why did Rarity do this?” She asked in between sobs. “Why did she just get rid of me like I was yesterday's trash? Doesn’t she love me anymore? I know she was put off by the diapers at first, but she seemed so okay with it this morning, what changed?” The scared filly was still unaware that it was all just a nightmare. It felt so real.

Luna put her wing over the little filly and smiled. “It's okay, little one. It was just a nightmare, this never happened. I promise that your sister still loves you. In fact I think she more than likely approves of your...pass time.” She went on, using her magic to show the filly exactly what Rarity was doing right now.

Sweetie’s jaw dropped upon seeing that Rarity was remodeling her room. She could definitely see some rather thick diapers stacked in her room now, not to mention guard rails that turned her bed into a crib. “So she actually cares?!” Sweetie asked cleaning the rest of her tears off. “She’s really okay with all of this?!”

Luna was about to say more, but then she sensed another filly in need of comforting. “It seems Scootaloo now needs my help,” The night princess told Sweetie Belle. “I hope you don't have anymore nightmares, little one. Just understand that your sister cares.” Then Luna departed to take care of Scootaloo.

Sweetie slept soundly for the rest of the night. Celestia’s sun rose the next morning, and just as it did Sweetie started to wake up, stretching her legs. “I had a good sleep. Thanks, Mommy.” She cooed, to which Dizzy simply smiled at her.

Sweetie’s thoughts were then interrupted as Scootaloo rushed into the room, sitting down on her parent's bed seemingly unaware of her saggy butt. Sweetie just watched as her friend was changed amidst talk of a new nursery (which sounded awesome to Sweetie).

“You think your sister will agree? I mean, you know how she feels about diapers.” Scootaloo commented, as her soggy diaper was discarded and her bottom was wiped clean by her mom.

Sweetie smiled. “Something tells me this weekend has changed her mind.” Then she started to ponder. “I wonder how Apple Bloom would feel if we told her about this? Or maybe even Diamond Tiara? It’d be nice to have a few friends to do this with, we could have a big padded sleepover!”

Author's Note

Last chapter promises, I felt like Sweetie needed a bonus.