Author's Note

I want to try and show that Aunt Holiday and Auntie Lofty are fair in the treatment, and not forcing Scootaloo into things such as using her diaper.

Aunt Holiday seems to strike me as the more serious one compared to Auntie Lofty.

Beginning The Treatment

Scootaloo was in her bedroom, staring absentmindedly at her walls and wondering just what sort of punishment was in store for her. It had seemed like forever since her aunts had sent her up here.

But then the filly's thoughts (or lack thereof) were interrupted by a light knock on her bedroom door. "It's open." She called, knowing full well who would be behind it.

Sure enough, Aunt Holiday and Auntie Lofty trotted in with what seemed to straight forward punishment faces. Though was it Scootaloo's imagination, or did Auntie Lofty's expression seem close to breaking?

"We've decided on your punishment, Scootaloo." Aunt Holiday informed her niece, her tone of voice not changing.

"And?" Scootaloo nervously asked, already dreading the possible outcomes.

"Well... it's probably better to show you than to tell you," Auntie Lofty commented, as her punishment face faded and was replaced with a smile. "Can you do me a favor, slugger, and lay down on your bed?"

Scootaloo was a little bit surprised at the request. The only time either of her aunts asked her to do that... was when they were putting on her diapers before bed. But it wasn't anywhere close to nighttime yet. Aunt Holiday and Auntie Lofty had to know that, right? Still, she reluctantly obeyed, suspecting nothing. "Maybe they're going to put an embarrassing dress on me, and they want me on the bed so I can't struggle out of it. I'll bet that's what Aunt Holiday is going to do." The filly thought to herself.

But as soon as Scootaloo was laying rump first down on the bed, she saw Aunt Holiday go for the package of Silly Filly diapers that were stored beneath Scootaloo's bed, not to mention the changing supplies (or rather just the foal powder). Then the mare instructed. "Hold still please, Scootaloo."

"Aunt Holiday, w-what is that?!" Scootaloo shivered with fright.

Aunt Holiday couldn't help but giggle. "It's a diaper, Scootaloo."

"I know that," Scootaloo snapped back, her body still shaking a little. "W-why are you holding one? It's not my bedtime yet."

"This is your punishment, Scootaloo," Aunt Holiday informed her niece, as she carefully slipped the diaper on and fastened the tabs. "Auntie Lofty felt it might help you learn your lesson."

"Picking fights over your wings and acting up in class, that's pretty foalish of you, Scootaloo," Auntie Lofty chimed in. "And I think you're a foal who could use some tough love. So, as your punishment, a foal is what you're going to be for the rest of the week you're in Holiday and I's care. Only while you're at home of course."

That little detail did nothing to settle Scootaloo's nerves. All it did was make the pegasus filly even more anxious. Folding her hooves across her chest in a pout, she firmly protested. "I am NOT wearing those things! It's bad enough I still need them at night! No way am I wearing diapers all week long, I'm NOT a foal!"

"You don't have to wear the diapers if you really don't want to, Scootaloo," Holiday spoke up. But as soon as Scootaloo moved her hooves to the tabs of her diaper, Holiday lightly removed them and added. "But if you don't, I'll tell your parents about your fight with Snips and Snails when they get back. I imagine they won't be pleased to hear their daughter acted like a bully. And something tells me they'll be far less generous with the extent of your grounding. Wouldn't surprise me if you ended up grounded for a whole month, or even longer."

"Aw man, that's not fair!" Scootaloo complained, pouting once again! "This stinks, I don't like either of my punishment options! Can't I just be grounded for the week?!"

Holiday and Lofty both shook their heads, and then Lofty spoke up in a gentle tone of voice. "Well, how about this, Scootaloo? You give the diapers a shot for the rest of the weekend, and if you really don't like wearing them all the time, you can go without them starting on Monday, and the rest of your punishment will just be the grounding?"

"I... guess just wearing them for two days won't be so bad," Scootaloo considered. "You're absolutely sure I don't have to wear them after the weekend, except for bed?"

Lofty nodded, reassuring her niece. "Of course. But before you start celebrating, there are some ground rules Holiday and I laid out, that we need to clear up with you."

"Precisely, Lofty," Holiday nodded in agreement. "The first rule is simple. Once the diapers are on, you can't take them off by yourself no matter what. Only Lofty or I can remove your diapers, because foals can't just run around without protection."

"Great, you're treating me like I'm two years old again." Scootaloo griped.

Lofty chose to ignore her niece's remark, as she said with a smile. "Funny you should mention that, Scootaloo, because that brings me to rule number two," The bulky pegasus proceeded to explain. "While you don't have to use your diapers, if you need to use the bathroom at any point, you need to ask either Holiday or I for permission. And for rule number three, you'll eat what Holiday or I put out for you, and you'll go to bed when Holiday or I say so."

"What?! You're not seriously going to enforce all those dumb rules on me, are you?! I can use the bathroom just fine!" Scootaloo complained, kicking her legs. All she managed to do, however, was make her diaper crinkle loudly (which made Auntie Lofty 'aw' a bit).

"Well hey, I thought it would be a better punishment than what my darling Holiday came up with," Lofty advised, revealing her trump card. "Holiday here was going to sign you up for etiquette lessons, some very strict ones at that."

"Aw man, I can't win in this situation!" Scootaloo thought to herself. But at the same time she couldn't believe that Aunt Holiday would even consider signing her up for those lessons. "Those etiquette lessons would be a humiliation I'd never live down! Auntie Lofty would probably take a ton of embarrassing pictures to show to my parents, and Diamond Tiara's mother would probably rub the lessons in my face if she found out! I can't believe the alternatives are being grounded for Celestia knows how long, or wearing diapers all weekend!" But the filly was unable to think of a fourth option, so she just sighed. Resigning herself to her fate, she reluctantly asked. "Are there anymore rules I should be aware of?"

"Just one," Holiday said with a wink. "As long as you're all padded up, you'll have to stay where Lofty or I can watch you. After all, we wouldn't want our precious little angel wandering off and getting an owie, would we?"

Scootaloo made a gag face at the foal talk. "Please don't talk like that around me. I'll put up with the rest of the punishment if I have to, but please don't make such embarrassing foal talk to my face," And then the filly told her aunts. "And I swear to Celestia, if you take me out in public at all while I'm like this, I'm running away from home and never coming back! Assuming I don't die of embarrassment first."

"Oh relax, Scootaloo," Holiday sweetly replied, patting Scootaloo on the forehead. "Lofty and I would never dream of taking you outside in your diapers. That just means all the more cuteness for us."

Scootaloo pouted again. "I'm not cute, and don't you dare say otherwise. I may be wearing these diapers, but I'm not going to like the fact that I have to do so."

"Never said you had to, Scootaloo," Lofty cooed, as she helped her niece off the bed. "This is still a punishment."

"Whatever." Scootaloo retorted as she stuck out her tongue. She then tried to walk on her own power, only to discover that the diaper pushed her legs apart and this caused her to stumble. "No wonder foals only ever crawl in these things,
they're so ridiculously poofy," She thought to herself. "But I guess I should be glad nopony except my aunts are around to see this. This is gonna be a long weekend."

Holiday then took Scootaloo by the hoof, and carefully led her to the kitchen. "Go ahead and take a seat, Scootaloo," She advised her niece. "I'll get dinner started for you shortly. You must be starving."

Scootaloo didn't need to reply with words, the loud rumble of her stomach spoke volumes. She found getting into her usual chair a tad difficult with her diaper, but somehow she managed. "At least Aunt Holiday's not making me sit in a high chair," The orange coated filly then mentally pondered. "Do they even make high chairs for big ponies? Wait, why would I even think that?! Of course they don't make them for anything bigger than foals, only foals need high chairs! And I'm no foal!" She was snapped out of these thoughts as she sat down, causing her diaper to produce a series of crisp crinkles.

Meanwhile, Lofty came over and tied a bib around Scootaloo's neck. "Foals always wear bibs at the dinner table," She told her niece. "Besides, we both know you're a messy eater as it is."

"Am not!" Scootaloo protested.

Lofty just giggled. "Oh really? What about the time Aunt Holiday caught you with a face smeared with peanut butter and zap apple jam?"

"That was just the one time!" Scootaloo complained as she kicked her legs and made her diaper crinkle more. "Besides, those sandwiches were really really good, I couldn't help myself."

Lofty only giggled some more, before she turned and called to Holiday. "Don't bother waiting on me before you feed Scootaloo."

"Oh, are you going somewhere without me, my darling Lofty?" Holiday teased, she had a pretty good idea of where her wife would be going at a time like this.

Lofty simply replied. "Just picking up some 'supplies' is all. I shouldn't be gone for too long though." And then, whistling a cheerful tune to herself, the bulky pegasus mare trotted out the front door.

Scootaloo was instantly curious as to where her Auntie Lofty might be going. But she had little time to dwell on these matters, as she spun around and saw Aunt Holiday approach her. The filly's eyes were quickly drawn to a series of jars, all of them containing different colored goop like substances.

"I hope you're not a picky eater, Scootaloo," Holiday said with a wink, as she set the jars down on the table along with some metal spoons. The earth pony mare than sat down in the chair to Scootaloo's right. "Because if so, that's going to be a problem."

In response, Scootaloo immediately stuck out her tongue and turned her head. "No way am I eating foal food, it's disgusting! Can't I please have something else, Aunt Holiday?" She pleaded.

"Remember rule three, Scootaloo?" Holiday replied, dipping a spoon into one of the jars. "I'm afraid this is all you're getting tonight. So you can either eat all the helpings of foal food, or you can go hungry. And don't think about trying to raid my fridge, I learned long ago to lock up my fridge when living with Lofty if I didn't want to be eaten out of house and home."

"Does it have to be foal food though?" Scootaloo complained, still refusing to turn her head.

"Yes," Holiday answered with a giggle. "It's better than all those sugary snacks you like to stuff your face full of. And it's less of a hassle to prepare than a pasta and potato sandwich on sourdough. Besides, if I served you that, this wouldn't be much of a punishment now would it?"

"Well no, but..." Scootaloo began, only to be silenced by her Aunt Holiday.

"Ah ah ah, no buts, Scootaloo," Holiday protested. "As my mother used to say: 'Buts are for sitting, not for protesting'. Now come on, open wide."

"No!" Scootaloo rudely remarked.

"I don't remember her being this difficult to feed when I and Lofty watched her when she was a foal." Holiday thought, but she was not deterred even a little. It took some effort, but she was able to work around Scootaloo's head turns and deposit a spoonful of yellow colored foal food onto her niece's tongue.

Scootaloo reluctantly swallowed the contents, and found herself overwhelmed by the strong taste! "What is that stuff?! I... like it?"

"That was Pureed Banana, Scootaloo," Holiday answered. "I also have Mashed Peas, Cream of Carrot, Blueberry Delight, and Apple Surprise. I want you to try at least one serving of each, and then you can tell me what ones you like and don't like. Okay?"

"Do I really have to?" Scootaloo whined. "Can't I just have the Pureed Banana?"

Holiday shook her head. "Until you eat at least one serving from each of these jars, you're not getting out of your chair. Now then, you've already tried Pureed Banana, so what one would you like to try next? Better hurry, before I decide for you."

With a gulp, Scootaloo told Holiday. "Could we... maybe try the Cream of Carrot?"

"Excellent choice, Scootaloo," Holiday smiled, as she dipped a spoon into the jar of orange mush. "Here comes the aeroplane!"

Dinner passed pretty quickly for Scootaloo after that, for the filly reluctantly realized that it was probably better to cooperate with her Aunt Holiday instead of disobeying her. The pegasus actually liked most of the foal food, the only flavor she found to be "yucky" (and she couldn't believe she'd said such a childish phrase) was Mashed Peas. Even Sweetie Belle's parents' cooking tasted better.

But before Scootaloo was allowed to get out of her chair, she had to have her face wiped clean with a wet rag, courtesy of Holiday.

Holiday just smiled, as she wiped away the last traces of foal food on Scootaloo's face. "Looks like Lofty made the right call on that bib, Scootaloo." She commented.

"That's only because you were making all those ridiculous spoon feeding gestures." Scootaloo complained, hopping down from her chair.

Holiday only laughed. "Whatever you say, Scootaloo," And then she led her niece out of the kitchen and towards the back of the house (thankfully away from the front door and any windows). "Now, how about we..." But the rest of Holiday's sentence was cut off as there came a knock at the door.

The door opened a short time later, as Scootaloo hid behind Aunt Holiday to avoid being seen. But the filly needn't have bothered, it was only her Auntie Lofty, who was carrying a huge bag.

"Oh, hello, dear," Holiday greeted, opting to give Lofty a quick kiss on the forehead. "Where have you been?"

"Just buying some 'supplies' for Scootaloo," Lofty explained, as she set the bag down in front of her niece. "Figured you might like some toys to play with. You know, to pass the time and all." The bulky pegasus mare told Scootaloo.

"Toys?" Scootaloo asked with a puzzled expression. She already had a couple of those (though they were all unfortunately in her room at the moment, which was a long trot down the hallway and then up the stairs).

Lofty sat down on the floor, opening up the huge bag. "Yes, toys. Some really good ones at that," One by one, Lofty took out some alphabet blocks, a foal's coloring book, some stuffed animals in bright hues of blue and pink, and most embarrassing of all, a rattle. She set them all down on the carpeted floor before her niece, and cooed. "Here you go, enjoy."

Scootaloo felt her fur crawl. These were toys for two year olds, maybe even younger. The coloring book wasn't so bad, and some of the stuffed animals were 'tolerable' (but none of them could take the place of Scootaloo's plushie of Rainbow Dash, a gift from her big sister on her eighth birthday). But the alphabet blocks were so foalish, what with their giant letters on the front, and their alternating blue and pink colors.

And the rattle. Dear Celestia the rattle. Of all the things her Auntie Lofty could've given her, why a rattle? "Does she really expect me to play with that?!" The filly thought to herself, before she felt an ominous gurgle in her stomach. She knew what it was, and she instinctively stood up and began to trot off.

This 'waddle' did not go unnoticed, Aunt Holiday quickly moved to block Scootaloo's movement. "And just where do you think you're going, little filly?" She half asked, half cooed.

Scootaloo groaned, she did NOT have time for this! "To the bathroom, I have to go." She flatly answered.

"Did you forget about rule number two already, Scootaloo?" Holiday replied with a shake of her head. "You have to ask for permission first. So, would you care to rephrase your sentence? I'd rather not have to change diapers if you wouldn't mind."

"I don't need your permission, now let me through!" Scootaloo stubbornly protested, as she tried to move past Aunt Holiday. A task that was easier said than done because of her diaper.

Holiday just insisted again. "Not until you ask, Scootaloo. And I'd do it soon if I were you."

Scootaloo just groaned, putting a hoof to her stomach. Now she really, REALLY had to go! Reluctantly, she realized that the fastest way to take care of that problem, was to play her Aunt Holiday's little game. "Can I please use the bathroom?" She asked, putting on her best pair of pleading puppy dog eyes.

Before Holiday could answer, Lofty got up and taking Scootaloo by the hoof said to her. "Well, since you asked nicely, of course you can. Come on, let's get you to the potty, champ in the making."

Lofty quickly but carefully guided Scootaloo down the hall to the nearest bathroom, and pushed the door open. "Okay, Scootaloo. Now, let's take off your diaper, and sit you on the potty. Don't worry, I'll give you privacy until you're done with your business." The pegasus mare cooed.

"A-actually, that won't be necessary anymore." Scootaloo sheepishly replied, her cheeks turning bright red.

Lofty was going to ask what Scootaloo meant, before a powerful stench reached her nostrils. Looking at Scootaloo, it was pretty easy to figure out what the source of the foul smell was. It definitely bothered Lofty a little, but she tried her best not to show it. But mentally, she was thinking. "Holiday, what did you feed Scootaloo?!"

Scootaloo was completely embarrassed and refused to say anything else. She looked up at her Auntie Lofty, while trying to hold back tears as a result of what she'd just done. "I-I... I'm sorry, Auntie Lofty. I... didn't mean to... you know." She eventually commented and hung her head. She fully expected some sort of teasing remark or embarrassing coo to come from her Auntie Lofty as a result of this.

But Lofty didn't do either of those things. She just sweetly said to Scootaloo. "Oh, it's quite alright, slugger. Sometimes, accidents happen, even to big ponies like you."

"R-really?" Scootaloo asked.

Lofty nodded sincerely. "Oh of course. Now, we'd better get you changed before you get a rash. You don't want that, do you?"

"No, that would be the worst thing ever." Was all Scootaloo bothered to reply with.

Lofty then turned her head out towards the hallway and called. "Holiday, honey, we have a bit of a situation here. Can you fetch me some gloves, a clothespin, wet wipes, foal powder, rash cream, the changing mat, and of course a new diaper?"

"Oh dear," Holiday called back. "Did what I think happened happen?"

"Yes, and our little filly's very torn up about it," Lofty responded. "I'll take care of changing her for you, this time. But next time she does this, it's your turn to do it."

"Fair enough, thanks for taking over diaper duty for me. I'll get those things right now." Holiday replied.

A short time later, Scootaloo was in the bathroom, but not sitting on the toilet like she had hoped to be doing. She was instead laying down on a light green changing mat, gazing up at the ceiling.

Auntie Lofty, meanwhile, had laid out all the changing supplies and was currently in the process of slipping on her disposable gloves and pinning a clothespin to her nose. Once she was sure the gloves was secure, and the clothespin was on tightly, she sighed and took a deep breath. "Scootaloo, sweetie, can you do me a favor and hold still please? Auntie Lofty's gonna get you all nice and clean." She instructed.

Quick as a flash, Lofty worked to undo the tabs and remove Scootaloo's old diaper, tossing it into the trash can without fanfare. She then grabbed some wet wipes and set to work on wiping Scootaloo's rump clean.

Scootaloo shivered at the cold touch of the wipes, even though she was trying her best to hold still. "I can't believe I actually did that," She thought to herself in complete shame. "I haven't had an accident like that since I was three and a half."

Fortunately for Scootaloo, her Auntie Lofty was no slouch when it came to diaper changing. In a matter of seconds, she had wiped Scootaloo's rump so clean it was as if she'd never had the accident. Then, she slipped a new diaper under her niece's rump and fastened the tabs. Pulling the seat back, Lofty proceeded to sprinkle in some foal powder, and work in the rash cream, before she let the padding snap back and send a cloud of foal powder billowing out. "Oops, guess I overdid it on the powder a little," She giggled, hoping to lighten the mood. "But at least now there's no chance you'll get a rash, Scootaloo."

Lofty then went over to the trash and pressed up on the hamper, tightly sealing the trash bag that she then ran out back. "Good thing the trash goes out tonight." She thought with great relief, as she came back into the bathroom, took off her gloves and clothespin, and washed her hooves in the sink. Then she helped Scootaloo to stand. "Well, it's getting quite late. I know it's a weekend night, but I think it's time for you to go to bed. After all, foals get cranky if they don't get enough sleep."

"But I'm not tired!" Scootaloo protested. "Can't I stay up for just a little bit longer, please?"

"Only if you want Aunt Holiday or myself to feed you a bottle of milk." Lofty replied in a tone that Scootaloo couldn't decide if it was trying to be silly, or serious.

"No!" Scootaloo loudly protested. "I'll do anything but that!"

Lofty just winked, leading Scootaloo out of the bathroom. "Then, bedtime it is. But, before you're tucked in, do you need to go potty again? It might not hurt to try."

Scootaloo shook her head. "No, I'm good."

"You sure? Not even for number one?" Lofty suggested.

Scootaloo shook her head. "I said I'm good! You don't have to keep asking every five seconds, Auntie Lofty!"

Lofty just shrugged. "Suit yourself. Just know that, if you need to use the potty at all during the night, just come get Holiday or I, okay? We'll leave our bedroom open just a crack."

Scootaloo hoped that bedtime would be a normal affair compared to everything else she'd endured since coming home with her aunts that afternoon. Alas, the filly's hopes were dashed when she saw that her Aunt Holiday had unmade the sheets, but had not left the room like she normally did.

To make matters worse, Aunt Holiday was now holding up Scootaloo's bulky light blue, hoofie pajamas. They were designed to have extra room in the back to accommodate her diapers, which unfortunately meant a tell-tale bulge in the back.

The filly was soon dressed in her nighttime attire, and deposited on her bed. Both her aunts then kissed her gingerly, before Holiday pulled the sheets up to the filly's head, and Lofty turned out the light. Then the two mares left the room, carefully closing the door. With nothing else to do, Scootaloo reluctantly went to sleep.

“I wonder if Scootaloo needs a nightlight?” Auntie Lofty thought as they exited the room, she didn't want her niece getting bad dreams. “I'll talk with Holiday about that later, see if she thinks our foal needs some light.”