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 :)