Chapter 2

Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy soon arrived at the cottage. To Rainbow Dash, it was the perfect place for her to be a baby, especially now that, instead of being by herself, she had a mommy to take care of her. However, it was then that she thought of Angel, as the bunny hopped across the front lawn. Sure, he was just a bunny and couldn't talk, but he would probably laugh at her when she would be put into a diaper. Something she dreaded.

Fluttershy, unaware of her friend’s worries, walked past Dash and patted Angel on his head softly. She then opened the door while smiling at Rainbow Dash, no, Dashie, her new baby. “Well, come on baby,” She cooed. “Don't be shy. Let Mommy Fluttershy, bring you inside to her nice warm home, and we can get you diapered. I wouldn't want you to have an accident on my floors, now would I?” She cooed sweetly, with Dash following her slowly.

Fluttershy lead Rainbow through the ground floor of the cottage, a motherly smile forming on her face as she thought of her destination. Although parts of the cottage had bird houses and other animal homes, there was one room that Fluttershy hid from everypony. One that was hidden by leaves and old branches, and had been since Fluttershy had moved in. After looking all around to be sure the coast was clear, she removed the branches and leaves, revealing a door colored in baby blues and pinkis. She opened the door with a smile, and Rainbow Dash’s eyes were greeted with the most unbelievable sight, an old nursery (and a fully stocked one at that).

“You have a nursery?!” Rainbow exclaimed, before she realized her mistake and had to put a hoof to her mouth. She was relieved when it appeared that no one had heard what she’d just said, and removed her hoof as she asked Fluttershy. “But, why would you have a place like this? I don't see a foal. Heck, you don't have one. Or, is there something you haven’t told me?” Needless to say, she confused about this very room, even if she was kind of thrilled with it. For all the years she'd known Fluttershy, never once had her friend mentioned that she’d wanted or that she’d had a foal. So, was this just a room she kept for emergencies? Or was it something else?

“Oh, this old thing?” Fluttershy replied with a giggle. “I kept it for some of my animals in case they got hurt and needed a few days to relax, or if I need to care for baby animals. One time I even had to take care of a baby skunk, the diapers really helped since baby skunks can’t control their stink glands like adults can,” Stepping into the nursery, and gidding Dash into it with a hoof, she added. “Even Angel’s been in here once, when he hurt his poor little foot so badly he could barely walk. I had to diaper him until it healed, it’s just too bad I didn’t think to stock up on bunny foot braces. It would cut down on the trips to Dr. Fauna.” And with that, Fluttershy put Dashie’s diaper beside the changing table.

“Ok little one,” Fluttershy cooed in a motherly tone of voice, while motioning for Rainbow Dash to walk over to the changing table. “It's time to get you safe and snuggly secure in these diapers. I don’t need my baby going pee-pee or poo-poo on my floors, and she certainly can’t just do her business outside like a wild animal,” Dash slowly walked to the changing table, it was still so weird to think she was not only doing this, but doing it with her childhood friend. When she finally got to the mat, Fluttershy helped her baby onto the changing table and started to diaper her.

She put on the foal powder, sprinkling it all over her baby’s area so she wouldn’t get a rash. Once finished, she pulled out the rather poofy diaper and commented. “Oh my, these certainly are… different than the ones I’ve seen. If it was me, I’d of put you into some pink diapers, but I guess these will have to do for now. They definitely look like they could hold more than the pink diapers,” She commented, making Dash blush, as she set to work on slipping the diaper on.

Once Fluttershy had taped the diaper on securely, she pulled out a pacifier and put it into Dashie’s mouth. “There we go, my little Dashie is nice and safe,” She cooed. “Now, what do you say you play with some toys?” She asked in a motherly tone of voice. She motioned for Dash to  lay down on the floor, while she went over to the closet to retrieve some old toys she used to play with when she was a foal. “It sure was nice of Mother and Father to give me some of my old baby toys back. I bet baby Dashie will enjoy the toys I got for her. Having her parents come to cheer her on at every show must’ve brought back memories of her childhood and made her want to be like a filly again,” She thought, while smiling brightly. “I’ll bet potty training was a fun time for her, her parents probably praised her everytime she did anything in her potty.” She mentally chuckled at the thought of Rainbow Dash’s parents taking photos and giving out awards like “Best Pooper in Equestria” or “Number One Potty User”, perhaps even “Greatest Flusher” once she started transitioning to the toilet.

Rainbow Dash meanwhile, had found herself playing with her diaper, and delighting in the crinkles it gave it off every time she touched it. She didn't know why, but the little crinkle sound it made caused her to smile. In a lot of ways, it was like she was truly a little foal again, except without her parents constant over cheering (she’d found it weird that they’d keep the diaper she’d been wearing when she spoke her first words, but now she wondered if perhaps she could find a way to enlarge the diaper so it could fit her as an adult).

“I wonder if Scootaloo would like to try this?” Rainbow thought to herself, her thoughts turning to her number one fan and more or less little sister. She wasn’t sure how much Scootaloo had been sincere about not having supportive parents, given what Rainbow knew of Scootaloo’s home life. But if it was true that the filly had grown up without the proper moral support, then maybe she would long for a chance to experience what she’d never gotten to enjoy? Dash quickly shook her head. “Nah, who am I kidding? She’d probably find it uncool, and I don’t need her finding out about this. Already came close to losing her as a sister once, don’t wanna go through that experience again.” She thought to herself, as Fluttershy arrived back with a box of a few toys inside of it. From her point of view she could see what looked like a plushie of some kind, but it seemed to be hoof made. It wasn't something you could buy in a foal store, not even an adult foal one. It actually reminded Rainbow of that stuffed tortoise she’d slept it with every night until she left for flight camp.

Fluttershy put the toys down, but as she watched Dashie play with her diaper she couldn’t help but think. “What if Dashie accidently takes her diaper off while playing, or what if while playing with diaper, she slips and hurts her little hooves?” Without asking Rainbow, Fluttershy immediately went to the closet and pulled out some mittens. Perfect for not only keeping her foal from playing with her diaper when she wasn’t supposed to (and keep her from taking it off by accident) but would also protect her from anything on the floor like loose floorboards, broken or rusty nails, and rotten or chipped wood planks. “I knew these would come in handy one day!” She thought. She returned to Rainbow Dash, and put the pink colored mittens on over Dashie’s hooves. “There, now my little baby won't get hurt,” She cooed, patting her foal on the head. “I wouldn't need you to start crying now would I? It's a mommy’s job to care for her foal, and that includes making sure she’s protected from get ouchies.” And she started pulling some toys out from the box.

Dash opened her mouth to protest the decision (did Fluttershy think she was actually just a year old foal?), but she closed it upon realizing that she didn't know how to feel about the mittens. On one end, it was part of the whole foal thing, and made the experience feel a little bit better because she won't get hurt. On the other hoof, she wouldn't be able to move as good (though the diaper already made it difficult to move), and not being able to take off her diaper if she wanted had the potential to be a problem. “I agreed to let Fluttershy be my mommy, I should trust her judgement on this one. Besides, it’s just this one time. And then if I don’t like it, if I ever do this with her again, I can tell her ‘No mittens!’.” She thought to herself, as Fluttershy pulled out some of her old toys. Dash soon noticed a Wonderbolt plushie featured in there (though of which Wonderbolt she couldn’t tell). “Hey! I didn't know you wike da Wonderbolts. “She spoke, trying to sound like a foal that couldn't talk too well.

“Oh, this old thing?” Fluttershy commented, looking at the plushie. “My mom made it for me when I was very small. I don't like the Wonderbolts as much as I used to,” And then she gave Dash a rattle, blocks, and a plushie that looked like herself. “I guess it won't hurt to let you play with this. But be careful, my mom made this for me when she was taking care of me, it’s a very a delicate item.”

Rainbow Dash instantly took the plushie out of Fluttershy’s hoof, not really paying attention to what her friend had just said. She then picked up her Spitfire plushie, and pretended  the plushies were superheros.

Rainbow soon lost track of time as she played around. As time went by, her stomach started to growl. Eventually, she dropped her toys, and then without thinking she said out loud. “I’m hungwy, Mommy. Can you pwease feed me?”

Fluttershy was shocked to hear her friend call her “Mommy” so quickly! Maybe this was just Dash getting into her baby role? Fluttershy didn’t dwell on the matter for long, her baby needed her. “Of course, baby. Just follow me.” She instructed, and let Dash to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, Fluttershy pulled out a modified chair with a bar and helped Dash into it (She couldn't really carry her foal but they could help each other).

Once Dash was in the makeshift high chair, she latched the bar into place. “Don't worry, Fluttershy, I can feed myself,” She insisted. “I don't think you should do everything for me.” But she only received a gasp from Fluttershy.

“No, no, no, that wouldn't be very motherly of me!” Fluttershy lectured. “A baby like yourself would make a complete mess. It would be irresponsible of me to let you feed yourself, especially not without a bib. Just sit tight, and I’ll get you some num-nums,” She cooed and returned shortly with a bowl full of mushy foal food. It wasn't something Rainbow had expected in the least, she’d expecting something like beans or maybe applesauce.

“Choo choo, here comes the Canterlot Express!” Fluttershy cooed, as she dipped a spoon into the mush, and offered it to Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash blushed as Fluttershy tried to get her to open her mouth. The only time she’d had a pony do these noises, was with her parents when she was a foal, and boy had she hated that. Like everything else, they’d gone way overboard with the entire routine, smothering her with affection.

Dash eventually relented though, opened her mouth, allowed the foal food to enter. She began to chew it slowly, but once the food reached her taste buds and was sliding down into her stomach, her eyes lit up with excitement. “Yum, it tastes like bananas!” She said out loud. “I thought it would taste nasty but… it actually tastes AWESOME!” And she excitingly cooed. “I wuv it, Mommy Fwuttewshy.”

“Good baby,” Fluttershy cooed, clapping her hooves, before she dipped the spoon back into the bowl and cooed. “Now, open wide for the aeroplane.”

In a matter of minutes, the feeding process was finished, thanks in no small part to Rainbow Dash’s cooperation. As a reward, Fluttershy gave Dashie a bottle of warm milk to drink, though she was quite surprised to be burped. “Shy, I really don’t think I need to…” She began, only to be cut off as an “Urp!” escaped her mouth, prompting her to blush bright red.

“What was that you were saying, baby?” Fluttershy giggled.

“N-never mind.” Dash replied, and was silent as Fluttershy resumed burping her, soon being rewarded with a much louder belch.

Once Fluttershy was content that Rainbow had been properly burped, she cooed and announced. “Ok, I think it's time for somepony to go to bed. I wouldn't want you getting all cranky  after all, and all babies get cranky if they don’t get enough sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, I think it'll be time for you to have a bath, and then tomorrow night Mommy can read you some stories of Daring Do. How does that sound?” She offered, as she brought Dashie back into the nursery.

“Sounds fine. I was already pretty tired anyway.” Dash yawned, as she climbed into the giant crib (the bars having already been lowered for her), and began to relax as she was tucked in by Fluttershy. Soon, the athletic pegasus fell fast asleep.

Fluttershy turned the lights off to the nursery, and smiled as she noticed the silvery light of Luna’s moon shine down on her padded up friend/baby. “This isn't so bad, I expected her to be more reluctant,” Fluttershy thought to herself, as she turned and trotted out of the nursery. “At least she's not fighting me about this. I guess maybe she sees this as a chance to have a better foalhood, one without her parents constant over supportiveness. I’ll have to ask her when this is all over.” And then Fluttershy went to do some work with her animal friends who stayed up late. It actually wasn’t that late into the evening yet (Rainbow Dash had only been playing for about an hour when she got hungry), but all babies needed to go bed early, even big ones like Dashie.