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.