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.