Spoiled Rich was currently spending time in her bedroom, looking through papers of rich ponies who wanted to buy some of her own fashion set. Thanks to Rarity (as a result of the “community service” her husband had stuck her with for the bad publicity resulting from the incident with the school board) she'd been teaching herself how to make things, simple things like dresses, hats, and scarves. It might of taken a long time, but as Rarity would testify, Spoiled had improved since her early works.

Now, the only problem Spoiled faced, was a model to show off her clothes and prove that they looked good on a pony. She’d normally have her daughter model for her, even if the cloths were too big. Fortunately, Spoiled quickly found that offering Diamond a little incentive in the form of an allowance raise, usually kept the filly content.

But if there was one thing Spoiled despised, it was poor ponies buying her stuff. Having given up control of selling to Rarity (per the deal Spoiled had been forced to accept), she was powerless to control the customers. She was dependent solely on the bit purses of her clients, and if she turned them down then she’d lose the only thing was giving her an income that might one day be used to free her from the pressures of having a daughter like Diamond Tiara. Still, it burned up her inside every time her dresses were sold to poor ponies for dirt cheap. What gave them the right to wear her fashion set? They were made for rich ponies, not some ponies who lived in small towns! It was infuriating to say the least.

Spoiled’s ears perked up as she heard her daughter yell “WAKE UP”. It made her want to check in on her daughter and her guests. Surely one little check wouldn't hurt. But then she remembered what her daughter had said to her just before the Slumber Party: “Mother please do me and Silver Spoon a favor. Please do not check in on us! We aren't foals, we don't need you or Randolph checking on us every so often. Father’s perfectly content to just have us be checked on at agreed on times. So even if you don't like me as much as you used to, please try not to make a fool of yourself in front of my guests.”

That memory made Spoiled’s mind boil with rage. But what could she do? She had promised her husband that she'd try her hardest not to do anything to bad to Diamond Tiara. “I don’t want to deal with another one of your poorly timed outbursts, dear,” He’d warned. “Our daughter’s finally built up a good reputation, and I won’t have ya ruining’ it ‘cause she told ya off for being’ mean.” But, Spoiled realized with a fiendish grin, he’d never said she couldn't do anything to Scootaloo, the only invited guest who had showed up. Even if she was a guest here, she still had to listen and obey Spoiled, at least to an extent. Now Spoiled had to come up with something she could make that filly do. Something to get back at her for being one third of the group responsible for corrupting her daughter and undoing years of hard work.

“I could make her clean up the gutter, it’s been months since it was cleaned out,” She thought to herself. “Or maybe I could have her tell her to go jump in a lake! Or maybe I could just have that brat do all the chores in the house with no breaks! Wash the dishes, water the plants, take out the trash, scrub the floors, and especially clean the bathroom. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve had to clean tree sap and pine needles from the tub and sink. I wonder if that filly even knows how to use a toilet brush. I certainly did at her age, and I never complained once.”But then Spoiled realized, that once Scootaloo’s mother got back, she would probably end up in a lot of trouble for doing that. So she instantly dropped the idea, even though it sounded tempting. Spoiled became so lost in thought, that she almost didn’t notice the time for the first designated check in was fast approaching. And Randolph wasn’t up yet, true to form the lazy butler was still snoozing away. Spoiled began to scheme. “I suppose it wouldn't hurt to check in on those fillies in thirty minutes. After all, we need to be sure nothing bad’s happened to them. Have fun while you can, girls.” Spoiled Rich said to herself, as she continued her work. Hopefully, she’d think of a proper way to get her revenge by the time the check in arrived.

Up in Diamond Tiara’s room, Diamond and Silver were already slipping into their roles for their game of house. “Okay, Scootababy. I need you to lie down on this changing mat, so I can put the diaper on you. Please come to Mommy.” Diamond Tiara cooed, motioning for her baby girl to come. As Diamond was doing this, Silver Spoon went to the closet to get some old foal toys out.

Scootaloo was only thankful that this was between them. She knew it could be a lot worse, Spoiled Rich, her fellow crusaders, or even one of her classmates could of been doing this to her. The very thought of being diapered and babied by Spoiled Rich made Scootaloo shudder, she didn’t want to even imagine what horrifying experiences Spoiled had caused Diamond during her foalhood.

Scootaloo eventually (and rather slowly) made her way to Diamond, and reluctantly laid down on her rump on the mat, waiting to be diapered by her new friend.

Once Tiara saw Scootaloo was laying down, she quickly slid the diaper underneath her rump. Scootaloo started to shake, it had been a few years since she’d even had a diaper put on her. The closest memory she had was when she was at least five, and was still using her diapers. In fact, her mother had kept her in diapers a little longer then most foals, yet she’d graduated fully by the time she was six. Now she was eleven and her bedwetting problems had returned. “Just my luck I didn’t think to use the bathroom last night. I thought I’d finally kicked this habit!” She thought to herself.

Tiara became annoyed with Scootaloo shaking, as it made it very hard for her to put the foal powder on. She was after all only a filly, a grown pony would've probably been able to do this better. But the filly hadn’t wanted to embarrass her friend by telling her parents, and she wasn’t sure how long it had been since Randolph last changed a diaper. She then called to Silver Spoon. “Hey, Silver Spoon, I need some help. Do you think you could maybe get a small strap for me. I should have one in my closet somewhere. Scootaloo here keeps shaking and making things difficult,” Then turning her attention to Scootaloo she asked. “It's just a diaper, why must you shake so much?”

“I’m sorry, okay,” Scootaloo apologized. “I just haven't worn diapers since I was almost six. And please don't tell anypony… I still sometimes went number two in my diapers at that point… Luckily, I did stop. But I guess I still have a few issues.” She explained, crossing her hooves, her body still shaking. Being put into a diaper was humiliating enough, but she was also being diapered by a pony she used to hate.

Diamond put her hoof on her lips and made it look like she’d zipped them shut. “My lips are sealed,” She told Scootaloo. “We’re friends now. You have nothing to worry about, your secret’s safe with me.” Silver Spoon then came over, and hoofed Diamond a foal’s jumping rope. With Silver’s help, Tiara then strapped it over Scootaloo as she could and proceeded with the powdering process.

Scootaloo finally managed to stop shaking, largely because the jump rope held her in place. And although she could’ve broken free of it if she wanted to, she couldn’t bring herself to do so and disobey her friend. She had wet her sleeping bag, and her host had made it clear that bedwetting was punishable by being diapered for a while. As the foal powder was put on Scootaloo’s rump, the filly took in the smell. It smelled sweetly, like a rose.

Once that was done, Diamond Tiara folded the diaper over Scootaloo, and taped each strap together one by one. Once the diaper was fully on Scootaloo, she helped her diapered friend up and lightly gave her padded butt a few pats to make sure the diaper was taped on securely. She couldn’t help but laugh, as she saw a few puffs of foal powder spill out. She’d be sure to clean that up later, no need to explain that to her parents. “Aww, who's our cute widdle baby,” She cooed at Scootaloo, before she saw that Scootaloo was pouting. “Aw, what’s wrong? Don't you love being in diapers?” She asked, giggling abit. “Would you feel better if I let you wear my tiara for a bit?”

Silver Spoon came back with a rattle and other toys foals. “You should feel lucky that this is going to stay between the three of us, Scootaloo. If Di and I weren’t the fillies we are now, we’d probably take a picture of you and put it in the Foal Free Press,” She teased, causing Scootaloo to jump in fright! “Too much?” She asked sincerely, and received a nod from both Scootaloo and Tiara. Silver then grabbed one of the pink colored pacifiers on the floor and put it into Scootaloo’s mouth. She smiled, as she heard Scootaloo starting to suckle on it.

“Well I must admit that is actually pretty adorable,” Diamond commented. “Oh, I can't help it! I’m sorry, Scootaloo!” She apologized, pulling out a camera and taking a picture of Scootaloo sucking on her pacifier. “I know, I know, I said I wouldn't take photos. But come on, it's just us three. Who's gonna find out I did this to you? My cat? My fish? I said it would stay between us three, and I meant it!” She added, and placed the camera down.

Scootaloo wanted to be mad, but Tiara did have a point. So long as neither Filthy or Spoiled Rich found out, her secret wouldn’t leave this room. “Fine, you can take pictures, just no showing anypony!” She insisted, and suckled on her pacifier as she played with one of the rattles “I must admit, this pacifier isn't that bad. And why is this rattle so interesting? Every time I shake it, I can't take my eyes off it.” She thought to herself, and continued playing while the other two giggled at her.

After around ten minutes of shaking that toy, Scootaloo tried to move on her own power. When she did, a very loud and noticeable crinkling sound could be heard. “What's that noise? It sounds wike paper.” She lipsed through the pacifier, she kept looking around for the source of the noise but found nothing.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon started to giggle, and soon the giggles turned to laughter! “Oh my gosh, Scootaloo, you're such a silly filly!” They said together, continuing their laughter for a moment. But then they stopped for they knew they had to tell her what it was.

“Didn't you know, diapers make that noise when you walk, duh. I know it's a strange noise but it's there to prevent you from walking downstairs, Unless you want everypony to see your padded rump and tease you about it,” Silver Spoon explained, as she started to give Scootaloo a tickle attack. “Who's our cute wittle baby? She asked, expecting a cute answer from Scootaloo.

Scootaloo couldn't help but let out a fit of laughter, as her grey coated friend started tickling her. It didn't take Diamond Tiara long to join in on the fun. As they tickled her, Scootaloo started to kick about with her hooves, accidentally knocking Silver Spoon onto the floor! “Uh oh..” She gasped, her eyes going wide!

Diamond ran to her friend’s side, helping her up. Silver had a small bruise on her leg. Diamond then turned her attention to Scootaloo, trying her best to contain her rage. Nopony knocked her best friend on the floor, nopony.

“SCOOTALOO!” She scolded. “That wasn’t very nice, Silver Spoon was just trying to play with you,” Slowly walking towards her orange coated, diapered friend, she grabbed Scootaloo by the mane, and pointed at a chair that was in a corner next to the south wall. No windows in sight, no toys, nothing fun in that area. “Since you like to misbehave, little missy, you are to sit in that chair for ten minutes,” Tiara instructed. “No playing, no talking, no yelling, and no bathroom breaks… after all, you’re already wearing your bathroom,” She giggled as she tried to plop Scootaloo onto the chair, but she wouldn't move. “Scootaloo, I'm not playing around! Sit there right NOW!” She shouted, her anger beginning to rise. But when she saw tears begin to form on Scootaloo’s face, Diamond realized she might be taking this mother roll a tad too far. “Oh geez, I’m so sorry, Scootaloo. I didn’t mean to yell at you,” She quickly apologized. “Please, don’t cry. You can totally use the potty if you need to.”

Scootaloo managed to get the water works under control, and then she started to yawn. Upon realizing she was a little tired, she asked. “Hey, Diamond Tiara, could I just take a nap as a punishment? Besides, I want to prove to you that I don't need these stupid, poofy diapers! Diapers are for foals, and I AM NOT A FOAL!” She said loudly! She really wanted to be let out of these diapers before somepony like Spoiled Rich saw her, oh the torture she would be put though if that happened.

Diamond thought about it. It would be a good way for Scootaloo to prove she wouldn't wet herself again. And maybe it would help her make up for accidentally hitting Silver Spoon earlier. “Fine,” She agreed. “But If you wet that diaper you're staying in diapers til tomorrow morning. And if you mess yourself, I’m asking Randolph to change you, GOT IT?!” She asked.

Scootaloo nodded in response. She had to admit, aside from being diapered, she was enjoying her time here with Diamond Tiara. “Wait a second! Did she just say if I pee or poop my diaper, I have to stay diapered?! What does she take me for, a two year old?” Scootaloo thought, as Tiara started to dress her in a pink onesie for bedtime. This time, instead of sleeping on the floor, Diamond placed Scootaloo carefully in her princess sized bed.

Then Tiara gave Scootaloo a kiss on the cheeks, “Goodnight and sweet dreams my widdle foal,” She cooed before adding. “Oh, and if you make a pee pee or poo poo in your diaper, be sure to let me and Silver Spoon know so we can change you, or find somepony else who will.” Then she and Silver left to go downstairs for a drink.

A few hours passed since Scootaloo was put down for a nap, she slept right through breakfast not that the filly minded (she didn’t want to eat breakfast all padded). Diamond Tiara had taken it upon herself to play a few games in the pool with Silver Spoon. And regrettably, there were no swim diapers for Scootaloo (though the filly doubted she’d need them, or regular diapers).

Alas, as Scootaloo woke up, she felt an uncomfortable wet sensation in her lower rear. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened. “OH YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!” She exclaimed, as she hastily took off the onesie, and saw that her diaper was soaked. Luckily the beds sheets were fine, Diamond would be happy about that.

But just then, Spoiled Rich walked into the room, surprised at the sight before her.
“Well, well, I had no idea we had a foal in the house,” She taunted. “Oh, why didn’t Diamond Tiara tell me of these accidents you’re having. And she's using the wrong type of diapers too, I’m surprised those haven’t leaked. Fortunately, I have just the ones for a big foal like you. I guess you truly are a foal, Scootababy.” Spoiled laughed. This was the perfect opportunity to get revenge. Scootaloo and those dumb Cutie Mark Crusaders had taken her daughter away from her. So Spoiled hoped that maybe, by forcing Scootaloo to be a foal and do some embarrassing things, would teach her to butt out of other ponies business. “Where should I start with her humiliation?” Spoiled thought, before she grinned as a wicked idea came to her. “Oh yes, I know just where to start!”

Spoiled Rich picked up Scootaloo and evilly cooed. “Why don't we get you changed? I wouldn't want our new foal here getting a nasty diapee rash,” She said, laughing out loud. She carried Scootaloo out of the bedroom and loudly called. “Oh Randolph, I need you to change Scootaloo! She’s going to be our baby for the weekend, and she’s already gone and soaked her diaper! Alas, potty training won’t be an option for her!” She explained.

A moment later, Randolph came trotting up with a few supplies. “Mrs. Rich, are you sure this is a good idea? I’m sure Scootaloo is merely having some bed wetting problems,” Randolph suggested. “Wouldn’t it be better not to make her feel bad about it and let her retain her diaper independence until next she goes to bed?”

“No can do, Randolph. I’m the mommy, and Mommy doesn’t think her new baby knows how to use the potty,” Spoiled cooed in exaggeration. “So either you help me, or I’ll dock your pay for the next several weeks. What’s it going to be?” Randolph reluctantly clammed up.

Scootaloo gulped. “Oh no, this was what I was afraid of! And Diamond Tiara is still outside! How long til she comes in?! Surely she can stop this evil mare, right?!” She thought to herself.

Author's Note

Hope you're enjoying It so far, I needed something else to type and to be fair I wasn't really expecting this one to do as good as It is.