“You’re absolutely sure your folks don’t mind you coming with me to see mine?” Rainbow Dash asked her number one fan and honorary little sister, as the two were trotting up to the cloud house that housed Rainbow’s parents. It had been about two weeks since Scootaloo had met Bow and Windy, and while things had mostly settled down since then, there were still some lingering concerns between Rainbow and Scootaloo. Namely, on the sake of Scootaloo’s family.
Scootaloo nodded, quick to dismiss the subject. “Of course. As long as I’m not out past curfew, they won’t mind. I mean, you know what my parents are like. Always lecturing me about safety, or trying to sign me up for more dance lessons. I’d much rather spend the day with your parents, then have to put up with stuff like that.”
“I’m sure it’s just your parents trying to be concerned about you,” Rainbow commented in reply. “What parent wouldn’t be concerned about their kid being into bungee jumping?”
Scootaloo just groaned and made an annoyed face. “Look, I don’t hate my parents, okay! They’re my parents, and I do love them. But I swear lately it’s like they’re intent on embarrassing me as much as possible.”
“Well, now you know how I felt with my folks,” Rainbow giggled a bit, and changed the subject. “Maybe when I come home from Spring Training, I can have a talk with your parents and see if maybe I can bring them around to your way of thinking a little. But you came here to see my parents, and I know they’re gonna love spoiling you.”
Scootaloo eagerly raced up to the front door and rang the doorbell, she wanted to get to hanging out with Bow and Windy as soon as possible! Sure enough, just seconds after the doorbell rang, Windy Whistles greeted her guests with a warm and motherly smile. “Ah, hello Rainbow Dash, so nice to see you again. And I see you brought the kid too.”
“Yup, you two are pretty much her honorary family,” Rainbow nodded, quickly pushing Scootaloo forward. “Come on, squirt. This is what you wanted, right?”
“You bet!” Scootaloo nodded, rushing inside. “Your parents’ house is so amazing, why did you ever wanna leave this place?!”
“It wasn’t my style.” Rainbow joked, and she and her mom shared a quick chuckle, before they too went inside.
“Bow’s out back working on his tan,” Windy explained to her guests, as she led them both to the kitchen. “I’ll call for him shortly. In the meantime, you two must be hungry after coming all this way.”
“Nah, I’m good. I ate a big breakfast this morning. And so did Scootaloo.” Rainbow replied, but was amazed when she saw the orange coated filly make a mad dash for the fridge.
“Never a bad time for a late morning snack!” Scootaloo giggled, as she grabbed all the ingredients needed to make a pasta and potato sandwich on sourdough.
Windy just smiled, as she walked over to Scootaloo and kindly nudged her to the table with a wing. “Let me worry about your snack. Fillies like you shouldn’t be wielding knives, you might hurt yourself.”
“No I wouldn’t, I’d be careful!” Scootaloo protested, but Windy just pressed on in spite of Scootaloo’s comment. By the time the sandwich was done, Bow had come in from the backyard.
A big smile formed on Bow’s face when he saw both his daughter, and her number one fan. Of course, he had to remember to curb his enthusiasm a little. The lecture he and his wife had gotten from Captain Spitfire about the dangers of excessive fanponyism was still fresh in his mind. That didn’t stop him from playfully rustling Scootaloo’s mane a little. “Hey kid, you and Rainbow Dash come all this way out here to see us? Or are you just stopping by to say hello?” He asked.
“Rainbow Dash has today off from the Wonderbolts, and she invited me to spend the day with you guys!” Scootaloo eagerly explained, buzzing her wings in excitement. “Of course I said yes, I’d have to be crazy not to!”
Bow smiled, and sniffed the air. “Ah, I see you’re having Rainbow Dash’s favorite meal. You really are the spitting image of Dashie when she was your age, kid,” A faint tear came into his eye as he added. “Those were quite the days.”
Rainbow blushed and hoped nopony would notice, her childhood was still a complicated subject for her, and not something she liked revisiting often (though she did recall how hilarious it had been the time she’d unintentionally tied up her own mother).
Just then, there was a knock on the front door, a rather urgent sounding one at that. “I thought it was just you and Scootaloo who were visiting today, Rainbow.” Windy commented, as she set the plate with the pasta and potato sandwich on sourdough in front of Scootaloo.
Dash was just as surprised as her mother was, in fact she was even more surprised (which she didn’t think would ever be possible). “Probably just the mail pony. Derpy must’ve gotten lost, again.” She commented, getting up from her seat at the table.
But when Dash opened the front door, she was shocked to be greeted by none other than fellow Wonderbolt Misty Fly. She knew what that must mean. “Don’t tell me-” She began.
Misty Fly nodded. “Sorry Dash, it is what it is. My apologies if this is a bad time.”
Rainbow just sighed. “So what is it this time, Misty Fly?” She asked. “And couldn’t I take a rain check?”
Misty Fly shook her head. “Spitfire won’t say, but she’s says it’s urgent. An ‘All hooves on deck!’ situation! All available Wonderbolts are needed ASAP! I’m sorry, but your family reunion’s gonna have to wait.”
“Aw shucks, I’d like to help, really I would,” Rainbow sheepishly commented, trying to hide her true feelings. “But I didn’t bring my Wonderbolts suit with me.”
Misty Fly immediately tossed said suit at Rainbow. “Thought you might say that, so I thought ahead and brought it with me!” She explained. “Hurry up, get changed, and come with me! We mustn't keep Spitfire waiting any longer than we need to!”
Dash wanted to protest, demand that Misty Fly leave her alone. But she decided against it, even if the emergency wasn’t all that important, Spitfire had still requested every available Wonderbolt. And far be it from Dash to disobey an order like that for her own selfish reasons, no matter how tempting they might be.
Rainbow grabbed her suit, and hastily slipped into it, before making her way to the kitchen to talk to her parents, and Scootaloo.
Scootaloo took one look at the suit, and felt her heart sink. “But Rainbow Dash, I thought you didn’t have to be with the Wonderbolts today! I thought we were gonna have all day to hang out with your parents.”
Already, Rainbow could feel the guilt whelming up inside her, and Scootaloo’s puppy dog eyes weren’t helping. But she managed to will herself to keep a straight face as she said to her number one fan. “Sorry, Scootaloo. I thought the same thing. But duty calls and I must answer it!”
Both Bow and Windy found themselves nearly leaping for joy. “That’s our little Rainbow!” Bow cheered. “Rushing off to face danger without a second’s hesitation! Don’t let us stop, get out there and show Equestria why you’re the best Wonderbolt there ever was!”
“And do come back and visit us if you have the time afterward!” Windy encouraged.
“No promises, but hopefully this won’t take long,” Rainbow replied, slipping on her flight goggles. But as she was about to take off, she felt Scootaloo cling to one of her back legs. Her heart swelling up with ever increasing guilt, she looked the filly firm in the eyes and said as sweetly as possible. “Kid, you have to let go. My help’s needed!”
“Are you sure I can’t come along?!” Scootaloo pleaded, only clinging harder to her idol. “Please! I promise I won’t get in the way or anything! It’ll be like I’m not even there!”
Dash only shook her head. “No can do, kiddo. Civilians aren’t allowed on academy grounds without permission, and for good reason I might add. Besides, the Wonderbolts aren’t running a daycare service, and a filly like you can’t just be left to her own devices while we’re away.”
“But…. but…” Scootaloo stammered, trying desperately to think of a good counterargument.
With a sigh, Rainbow lightly shook her back legs and brushed Scootaloo aside. Why did the filly have to be so good at looking sad? “Come on, Rainbow! You gotta think of something that’ll keep her content!” She thought to herself. Then, suddenly, she got an idea. “Tell you what, squirt?” She asked in the sweetest tone possible. “Why don’t you spend the day with my folks? It’s clear they love you, and you love them. Besides, somepony needs to keep an eye on my parents while I’m gone, and I can’t think of anypony more qualified than you.”
Scootaloo sighed, but accepted the offer. “Alright, but please hurry back as soon as you can. It’s just not fair that you have to be called away on the first chance we get to hang out.” She complained, feeling a tad bit disappointed.
Dash patted her honorary little sister on the forehead. “Thanks a bunch, kid. I promise, somehow I’ll make this all up to you afterward.” And then, in a rainbow blur, she was gone.
It didn’t take long for Rainbow’s absence to be felt across the household, but for Scootaloo it hit especially hard. “It’s so unfair! I finally get a chance to spend time with Rainbow Dash after she’s gone for months on end, and she immediately gets called back into action!” She thought, before she turned her attention to Bow and Windy, and a faint smile formed on her face. “Well, at least Rainbow’s parents are amazing. I wish my own parents were more like them, at least when it comes to supporting my dreams. I’ll bet they never made Rainbow Dash take ballet lessons or dance classes. ‘It makes you better at balancing.’, as if!”
Scootaloo slumped into her seat, and quickly scarfed down the sandwich (which by now had started to become stale). Her appetite had all but vanished in the wake of what had just happened.
Bow and Windy could already sense Scootaloo’s unhappiness (especially since she was anything but subtle with her emotions from what they’d seen), and they knew they had to do something to cheer the filly up. Deciding to take the plunge first, Bow stepped forward and looked at Scootaloo as he asked her. “So, Scootaloo. When you’re not hanging out with our daughter or idolizing her, what do you like to do for fun?”
Scootaloo sighed. “Ride my scooter, bungee jump, hang out with my friends and look for cutie mark problems,” She frowned a bit, as she remarked. “My scooter doesn’t work on the clouds, I left my bungee jumping equipment at home, and my friends are all busy today. It totally stinks too, because we just turned our little club into a business per Diamond Tiara’s suggestion. I thought we’d have clients flocking to us from miles around.”
“Wow, you’re not even done with school and you’re already running your own business,” Bow commented with enthusiasm. “Reminds me of Dashie’s attempt at a lemonade stand when she was about your age. She did pretty well, actually. Sold ten cups before she got thirsty and drank the rest.”
Windy chuckled, as she added. “Yeah, and she forgot that lemonade goes right through her too. I thought she’d never come out of the bathroom, but when she did we were ready for her with a ‘Best Lemonade Stand Runner’ award.”
“I wish I was that lucky when I tried to run a lemonade stand,” Scootaloo commented. “My parents told me I did okay, but I forgot to mix in the sugar so the lemonade was too sour and nopony wanted to buy it. They only bought a cup to spare my feelings, but I saw them spit it out when I thought I wasn’t looking. At least back then they tried to be supportive.”
“Oh come now,” Windy cheerfully replied. “I’m sure you’re exaggerating. Your parents probably do support your dreams.”
Scootaloo only shook her head. “Not really. Even before I got my cutie mark they kept telling me not to ride around on my scooter all day. My dad’s always away at work, and my mom, when she’s not making a fool of herself with that weirdly colored pink and pale raspberry tail, she’s trying to steer me into more girly activities. And it’s always the same rap with both of them: ‘Wear a helmet when you ride your scooter, Scootaloo.’, ‘Don’t park your scooter in the house, Scootaloo.’, ‘Don’t jump from too high a height, Scootaloo.’, ‘Be home by dark, Scootaloo.’, ‘Eat your veggies, Scootaloo.’ It’s ridiculous!” She complained. “Why can’t they be as supportive as Rainbow Dash has been?! Why can’t I have parents who offer me support?! Maybe at first I didn’t mind it so much, but when they kept doing it for years and years it got annoying!”
Even though Windy and Bow thought Scootaloo might be exaggerating just a tad, they could sense that the filly’s comment to their daughter about the lack of support from her parents, may have been more sincere than anypony would’ve guessed. But what could they do to change that? They weren’t Scootaloo’s parents, and neither did they have any clue of who her parents were, so talking to them was out of the question.
Scootaloo pushed her empty plate aside, and jumped down from her seat at the kitchen table. “Guess maybe I’ll go check out the trophy room again, sure wish I had one at home. My parents didn’t even bother to show up for my presentation at school, and they keep making up excuses as to why they can’t come to Family Appreciation Day. But I guess parents will be parents.” She said sadly to herself.
It was then that Windy got an idea, a rather odd one at that. She whispered it to her husband, who reacted with surprise. “Honey, are you absolutely sure that’s a good idea? I mean, what would the kids parents think of us if they found out?” He asked with concern. “And besides, do you think she’ll actually like it?”
“Maybe not right away, but you know we always have talked about having another foal someday,” Windy commented with a wink. “We could use the practice. And at least we know this one won’t fly around and break stuff. It’ll only be this one time, and if she doesn’t like it, we can stop.”
Bow scratched his head with a hoof, a part of him was still unsure about the whole thing. It sounded absolutely crazy. But then, his wife’s ideas always did tend to sound crazy, yet somehow they worked out for the better in the end (most of the time). “Alright, just as long as you agree we’re not taking her out in public while we’re doing this. And that if she tells us to stop, we stop,” He advised. “Let’s not give Dashie a reason to hate us again.”
Windy smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m sure that if we ease her into it, Scootaloo will quite like being our little foal for the day. That way she can have all the love and support she deserves, and we get a chance to brush up on our parenting skills.”
Scootaloo hadn’t been walking for very long, when she was approached by Windy Whistles, who seemed to have an exceptionally bright smile for some reason. Suspecting nothing, Scootaloo turned around and asked Windy. “What’s up? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Still smiling, Windy simply replied by offering a hoof to Scootaloo, while asking her. “You’ve always wanted more supportive parents, right?”
“Y-yeah.” Scootaloo nodded.
“Well,” Windy smiled, as Scootaloo accepted her hoof. “I’ve got something I’d like you to try out, just for a little while. It’s a bit unconventional, but I think you’ll like it.”
Scootaloo let Windy lead her through the house, surprised when they stopped outside what she assumed was Dash’s parents’ bedroom. Before she could ask what Windy’s intentions were, the door was pushed open, and Windy ushered Scootaloo inside.
“Just lay down on the bed for me, okay, Scootaloo?” Windy instructed.
Scootaloo nodded, and obeyed, surprised at how soft the bed sheets felt. Even her own bedsheets weren’t this soft. She quickly became content to stare up at the ceiling, painted a bright sky blue. But the tomboyish pegasus was snapped back to her senses, when she heard what sounded like rustling and crinkling. Lowering her eyes down to the ground, she gasped and nearly shot into the air in surprise!
Windy was holding a thick, white diaper in her hooves, similar to the one that had been framed in Dash’s bedroom. A motherly smile appeared on her face, as she motioned to calm Scootaloo down. “Just hold still and relax. I need to get this diaper on just right.” She said in a gentle tone of voice.
But Scootaloo couldn’t relax, every inch of her body tensed up. “W-why do you want to put me in that?” She asked Windy. “I-I’m not a baby, I don’t even wet the bed anymore.”
Windy set the diaper on the bed besides Scootaloo, and lightly stroked the filly’s mane to calm her down. “I’m sure you aren’t. But haven’t you wished for more supportive parents, Scootaloo?”
“Y-yeah, but this isn’t what I meant!” Scootaloo stuttered.
Windy just lightly sushed Scootaloo, while continuing to stroke her mane. “Well, foals get lots of love and support from their parents. And Bow and I have always longed to have another foal.”
“C-couldn’t you just have one or adopt one?” Scootaloo asked.
“Sure, but it’s been so long since our little Dashie was in diapers,” Windy explained and cooed. “So we could use a little bit of parenting practice. And don’t you want all the love and support you could possibly get?”
“Y-yeah.” Scootaloo replied, slowly calming down just a bit.
Windy smiled, as she patted the diaper, before picking it up. “If you really don’t want to, you don’t have to be our little foal. But my husband and I would love it very much if you were, just for a little while. Nopony will know but the three of us.”
Scootaloo opened her mouth, ready to protest. As much as she may have longed for more supportive parents, she didn’t like the idea that Windy and Bow would offer her that, in exchange for agreeing to be diapered and treated like a foal. However, when she felt the diaper make contact with her rump, she was surprised at how strangely comfortable it felt. Reluctantly, she swallowed a lump in her throat, and told Windy. “I…. guess I can give this a try for now. You’re absolutely sure nopony else is gonna see me like this besides your husband?”
Windy nodded happily. “Absolutely, my husband was very clear on us not taking you out in public like this. But that’s okay, you’ll make a cute foal either way. And we’ll have you all to ourselves to shower with love and affection,” She proceeded to blow a raspberry into Scootaloo’s tummy (which made Scootaloo giggle), before she added. “And we can stop at any time if you feel uncomfortable.”
“Got it,” Scootaloo agreed, and laid still, her eyes once again drifting up to the ceiling. Of course, she still felt the moment when the diaper was taped up. The filly had to admit, it actually felt nice, kind of like having a cloud hugging your rear end. Slowly, she moved to sit up, though not before she felt Windy sprinkle in some foal powder. Looking Windy in the eyes, she firmly added. “I’m not gonna use my diaper like a foal though.”
Windy patted Scootaloo on the head. “Never said you had to, my little Crinkleloo,” Then she scooped up the diapered filly and cooed. “Now come on, let’s go show Daddy how cute you look in your little diapees.”
Bow was waiting in the living room, when Windy arrived with Scootaloo held gently and safely in her hooves. “Ah, there’s the best foal ever!” Bow cried in delight, as he rushed up and kissed Scootaloo, pinching her cheeks with a hoof. “I gotta say, you’re as cute as Dashie was when she was a foal.”
“Really?” Scootaloo asked, as Windy set her down on the floor.
Bow nodded, and put some distance between himself and Scootaloo. “Of course, I wouldn’t ever lie to a cute little foal like you. Now come on, come to Daddy. Show him how adorable you waddle.”
Scootaloo nervously looked back towards Windy, who just nodded and encouraged Scootaloo. “Go on, Crinkleloo. Mommy will be right here to catch you if you fall.”
Scootaloo looked all around. Reluctantly, she put one hoof forward and started to walk. The diaper actually wasn’t all that thick, but it was still thick enough to push her legs apart and force her to waddle. “Wow, this feels….. Different.” She thought to herself, as she slowly but surely waddled towards Bow Hot Hoof.
Scootaloo started to fall to the ground as she walked to him. She slowly picked herself up “This is so hard, walking in this is not easy, how do the Cake Twins do it?” She wondered, then she remembered that, even though they usually worn diapers, lately she'd seen them without diapers on.
When she reached him, Bow lifted Scootaloo into the air and flew her around for a bit as he cooed. “Aw, you’re such a good little waddler. Yes you are, yes you are.” Then he proceeded to use one of his wings to tickle Scootaloo’s hooves.
Scootaloo couldn’t resist the giggling fit that soon followed, though she glad that her bladder was empty. Even so, she eventually had to force out a cry of. “Stop!”
Bow obliged, and moved his wing away from Scootaloo’s hooves. But then he pulled out a white colored pacifier similar to the one seen in Rainbow Dash’s baby pictures, and popped it into Scootaloo’s mouth. “There, now you really look like Mommy and Daddy’s precious little angel, Crinkleloo.” He cooed softly.
Despite the surprise of having a pacifier inserted into her mouth, Scootaloo opted to give it a few suckles. It actually felt kind of good for some reason, it seemed to make her feel relaxed. “Maybe this pacifier is magically enchanted or something?” She mentally pondered, as she felt herself being carried over to the living room couch by Bow.
Windy soon joined Bow and Scootaloo on the couch, pulling out a gigantic photo album. “Who wants to take another look at Dashie’s baby pictures?” She asked, as she held the album firmly in her hooves.
“Ooh, ooh! I do! I do!” Scootaloo cried out, but the pacifier caused her voice to lisp ever so slightly, and made her cheeks flush bright red in embarrassment. Good thing the windows weren’t open.
“My goodness, you sure are a talkative little foal,” Bow giggled, stroking Scootaloo’s mane with a hoof a couple of times. “At this rate you’re gonna give Daddy a heart attack with your adorableness.”
“Then you’d better get ready, dear,” Windy cooed, as she opened up the photo album. “Because these baby pictures are sure to get our new foal talking.”
“Good thing Rainbow Dash isn’t here, she’d be furious at me seeing her baby pictures again. That is, if she wasn’t busy laughing her head off at how I look.” Scootaloo thought to herself, as her eyes started gazing upon the adorable photos displayed in the album.
“And this is when she started transitioning to the toilet,” Windy cooed and giggled, pointing to a photo of a toddler Rainbow Dash poking her head up from inside the toilet, a Wonderbolts pull-up resting on her head like a hat. “I can still remember her chanting ‘I’m a poopy baby!’ over and over again.”
Bow laughed, wiping tears from his eyes. “How could I ever forget that? It’s a good thing she didn’t flush, or she’d have gone right down the drain.”
Windy giggled at her husband’s statement. “Dashie’s potty training years sure were special. I have to admit, I was glad when we finally got her trained,” Fanning her nose with a hoof she added. “Goodness, she was such a little stink bomb.”
“Tell me about it,” Bow chuckled, pointing to a picture of him trying to change Rainbow Dash, only to have the clean diaper stuck to his forehead. “I swear, it’s like she did stuff like that on purpose. And you would not believe how many diapers she went through in a month, you could practically grow an entire farm of crops with the number of dirty diapers we threw out.”
“Ew!” Scootaloo remarked, though a part of her had to admit that was pretty funny.
Turning the page, Windy and Bow both let out an aw, as they looked a picture of Rainbow sound asleep in her crib. A Wonderbolts plushie clenched firmly in her tiny hooves. “She got that when we took her to her first Wonderbolts show,” Windy commented. “From then on, she was absolutely fascinated with the Wonderbolts, and wanted every piece of merchandise associated with them.”
“Wonderbolts posters, Wonderbolts bed sheets, Wonderbolts alarm clocks, Wonderbolts toothbrushes, you name it,” Bow added with a smile. “She always said she was going to be a Wonderbolt someday, and we never once doubted her. Heck, we always loved calling her our little Wonderbolt. And as much as she claim she hated it, part of her really didn’t mind it all that much. But I think that term suits you even more, Crinkleloo.” And he began to bounce Scootaloo on his right knee.
Scootaloo had to admit, all this affection was actually kind of nice. Sure, the diaper and pacifier took some getting used to, but everything else up to this point had been enjoyable. However, she was suddenly snapped out of her reflection, by a strong pressure in her bladder. She carefully climbed off of Bow’s leg, and hopped down from the couch.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going, Crinkleloo?” Windy asked. “Is everything alright?”
Scootaloo spit out her pacifier, so that her words could be heard more clearly. “I have to go potty, like really really badly!” She complained, and her legs started to buckle as she did a little potty dance.
“Oh, would you like me to get out Dashie’s old training potty for you?” Windy offered. “It might take a minute or two to clean, but it should be useable even for a big foal like you.”
“NO!” Scootaloo shouted, a bit too loudly. She quickly corrected herself and said in a softer tone. “I mean… no thank you. I can use the toilet, though I may need a little help taking this diaper off.”
“You sure you don’t want the training potty?” Windy asked Scootaloo.
“Yes, I’m sure! Now can you PLEASE help me take off this diaper?! I really have to go!” Scootaloo pleaded, struggling to hold back the floodgates.
“I think our little foal is too big for the training potty, honey,” Bow spoke up, as he approached Scootaloo and slipped the diaper off her. “There you go, champ. Better?”
“Yeah, much better!” Scootaloo replied, and zipped away to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Windy felt tempted to knock on the bathroom door and offer Scootaloo some help. “She might fall in.” Windy said to herself.
But Bow prevented her and simply shook his head. “I think she’ll be fine, honey. If Scootaloo needs our help, I’m sure she’ll let us know.” And the two waited patiently outside the bathroom door.
Soon, the two pegasi’s ears picked up the telltale sound of the toilet flushing. Windy lightly knocked on the door and called. “Is everything okay in there, Crinkleloo?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine.” Scootaloo called back.
“Did you go number one?” Bow asked.
“Yup, and number two!” Scootaloo proudly declared. “And I remembered to wipe.”
“Aw, such a good little foal for making poo-poos in the big pony potty!” Windy cheered, then she and Bow waited for Scootaloo come out of the bathroom.
A short time after Scootaloo had exited the bathroom (and been rediapered by Bow), the tomboyish filly felt her stomach begin to rumble.
“Is my little Crinkleloo hungry?” Windy cooed, as she picked up Scootaloo and carried her to the kitchen. Setting Scootaloo down in the same chair she’d occupied earlier and pulling out her pacifier, Windy then commented. “Let’s see what delicious num-nums are on the menu for today.”
While Scootaloo waited patiently (or at least as patiently as she could) for Windy to prepare lunch, she was surprised to see Bow come over and tie a bib around her neck. “Rainbow’s old bib fits you like a glove,” He cooed, sitting down across from Scootaloo. “Don’t need you making a mess now, Crinkleloo.”
Scootaloo pouted just a tad bit. She’d been willing to put up with a lot, agreeing to be diapered and babied by Rainbow Dash’s parents and all. But the bib part was reminding her a lot of her own parents. While they never put a bib around, they were still quite insistent on reminding her not to make a mess, often scolding her when she did.
Scootaloo was quite surprised when Windy sat down next to her, and pushed a plate full of chopped up veggies like carrots, lettuce, and even celery in front of her. “Can’t I have a peanut butter and zap apple jam sandwich instead?” She pleaded with her best pair of puppy dog eyes.
Windy only chuckled, and pushed the plate closer to Scootaloo. “No, Crinkleloo. You’re a growing pony, and you need your nutrition. Besides, these were Dashie’s favorite veggies when she was your age. Don’t you wanna grow up to be big and strong like her?”
“I guess,” Scootaloo sighed, even though she wasn't exactly thrilled with the selection of veggies offered to her. “Just don’t make me eat everything on my plate if I want dessert. I hate it when my mom pulls that on me.”
“We can worry about dessert later,” Windy replied, as she picked up a plastic fork, got some vegetables on it, and offered it to Scootaloo. “Open wide for the choo choo train.” She cooed.
Scootaloo groaned a bit, this was the one thing she’d been hoping to avoid with the whole diapering and babying treatment. But she still complied, opening as wide as she could. The veggies didn’t taste all that bad, she could see why a pony like Rainbow Dash would like them so much. Still, given the choice she would rather have something else to eat.
“And here comes the aeroplane!” Windy cooed, a bit more loudly, as she offered another fork load of veggies to Scootaloo.
The process repeated itself several times, until the entire plate was empty. Scootaloo was surprised at how full she felt from just chopped up vegetables. And she was even more surprised when she was lifted out of her chair and held over Windy’s lap. “What are you-” She began, as Windy patted her back. But she was cut off as she suddenly and unexpectedly let out an “Urp!”. “Uh, excuse me?” She blushed, looking at Windy.
Windy just giggled. “You’re excused, Crinkleloo. That was a good burp though.”
“Yup, about as good as Dashie’s, I’d reckon.” Bow commented with a snicker.
“So, what’s next?” Scootaloo asked, looking up at Windy.
“How about a game of hide and go seek?” Windy offered. “You go hide, and my husband and I will be the seekers.”
“Hey, two against one isn’t fair!” Scootaloo complained.
“That’s why you’re the hider,” Bow encouraged, patting Scootaloo’s forehead. “Now go ahead, crinkle butt. Go hide somewhere, and we’ll count to ten. Or are you chicken?”
“Nopony calls me a chicken!” Scootaloo bellowed, buzzing her wings in protest. “Just watch, I’ll find the perfect hiding spot!” And she zoomed away.
Bow and Windy just looked at each other, and giggled. “I gotta say, honey, this was a pretty good idea on your part.” Bow commented, as he covered his eyes with his wings.
“Oh of course it was. I told you Scootaloo would make for a cute foal.” Windy lightly teased, covering her eyes with her wings, before she and her husband started to count.
Celestia’s sun was just beginning to shift towards its sunset position, as Rainbow Dash (still in her Wonderbolts suit) landed on the front lawn of her parents’ house. “Whew, I sure didn’t expect that emergency to take so long,” She said to herself, as she made her way up to the front door. “I sure hope Scootaloo isn’t too upset with me.” And she knocked on the door with a hoof.
Bow answered it, but immediately he made a shushing motion with his hooves, as he let his daughter come inside.
“Where’s Scootaloo? Is she alright?” Rainbow asked, looking all around. She had expected Scootaloo to come rushing to greet her, but was surprised to see that her number one fan was nowhere in sight.
“Oh she’s fine,” Windy commented softly, coming down the stairs. “In fact, she’s probably waking up right about now.”
“Waking up? You mean she’s been having one of those power naps?” Rainbow asked her mom.
“Sort of, it’s probably best if you see for yourself,” Windy cooed. “Come on, I was just about to check on her.”
“So was I. The kid’s been out for a long time, that warm bottle really did the trick.” Bow commented, as he, his wife, and his daughter, all made their way upstairs.
“Wait? Bottle?” Dash asked, hoping she’d somehow misheard.
“Yup. A warm bottle of milk,” Bow nodded in reply. “She was having a hard time falling asleep, so I fixed one up for her. I swear she gulped it down and ‘bam!’ she was out like a light.”
Now Rainbow was certain she was hearing things. “Why in the name of Celestia would my parents offer Scootaloo a bottle of milk to help her sleep? She’s not a baby.” She thought to herself, as they approached Rainbow Dash’s childhood bedroom, the door to which was surprisingly shut tight.
Windy pushed the door open, and she and Bow quickly went inside. Rainbow followed, and when she gazed upon her childhood bed, she gasped at what she saw!
There was Scootaloo in nothing but a diaper, a pacifier bobbing up and down in her mouth as she snored away, absent-mindedly suckling on it. Upon closer inspection, a small yellow patch could be seen on the seat of the diaper, indicating a good soak. But Scootaloo seemed blissfully unaware of it all, even as she yawned and opened her eyes. As Scootaloo blinked and rubbed the sand out of her eyes (while her vision slowly cleared up), her gaze immediately met that of Rainbow Dash’s, and she eeped in surprise and horror! She quickly moved to cover the diaper with her hooves, hoping that maybe Rainbow hadn’t seen! “R-Rainbow Dash?!” She exclaimed.
Rainbow only chuckled. “Don’t bother, squirt. I can see your diaper perfectly clear from here, and it looks like you soaked it a good deal in your sleep.”
“What?!” Scootaloo gasped, quickly gazing down at her diaper and noticing the yellow patch on the seat! Immediately, she burst into tears! “I-I didn’t mean to! It was all your parents’ idea! Please, don’t tell anypony about this!” She pleaded.
“And whoever said I was gonna, Scootaloo?” Rainbow asked in a gentle tone of voice, quickly stroking Scootaloo’s back with a hoof to calm her down. “I have to admit, it’s weird seeing you all diapered up and sleeping like a foal. But you do look kinda cute.”
Scootaloo sniffled. “Y-you really think so?” She thought for a split second that her honery big sister would of laughed at her, and called her nothing but a big baby. Or worse, show her to everypony in Ponyville. If anypony else saw this, she would be the laughing stock of all of Ponyville for sure.
Rainbow nodded. “Of course I do, kid,” Then she turned to her parents and asked them quite seriously. “Can you explain why Scootaloo’s like this?” Rainbow Dash was a little furious about this, she remembered her parents kept her in diapers longer but why would they diaper Scootaloo? Especially without asking her parents first.
“We wanted to give her a chance to experience some more supportive parenting,” Windy explained. “We made sure to ask for her permission, and we told her she could stop at anytime.”
“It was all your mother’s idea, I just went along with it to make her happy!” Bow insisted.
“Is this true, Scootaloo? They’re not lying, are they?” Rainbow inquired.
Scootaloo slowly nodded. “Y-yeah. I thought it was weird at first, but I actually didn’t mind it all that much. It was kind of nice, at least up until this point.” She blushed and looked down at her wet diaper.
“Well, as long as you’re not pulling my leg,” Rainbow commented, and pulled out a camera from her flight suit. “Surprise was kind enough to let me borrow this for a few days. Say cheese, Scootaloo.” She instructed.
“Cheese.” Scootaloo reluctantly replied, as Rainbow snapped a picture of her in diapers.
Rainbow smiled, and stored the camera back in her suit. “Don’t worry, I won’t show that picture to anypony. It’ll be our little secret, Crinkleloo,” She winked, and scooped Scootaloo up. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and back home. Don’t need to have your parents yelling at me for letting you stay out too late.”
“Couldn’t I stay in diapers, just for a little bit?” Scootaloo pleaded. “I technically don’t have to be home til sundown. And I’d like to spend a little more time with your parents, if that’s okay with them.”
“Oh of course it is,” Windy smiled. “Wait here and I’ll get the changing supplies.”
“And when you’re all nice and clean, why don’t we play a nice little game of ‘got your nose’?” Bow cooed, prompting Scootaloo to smile.
All in all, Scootaloo had to admit that today had turned better than she could’ve anticipated. Sure, she hadn’t gotten a whole lot of time to hang out with her honorary big sister. But she’d gotten something that more than made up for it, even if it was most unusual.
