Author's Note

I want to opt for a little bit more realism and resistance here compared to my usual padded works, especially considering how many of them I've done that feature Scootaloo in some way, shape, or form.

Next Morning

Scootaloo woke up the next morning, yawning as she momentarily forgot about the padding around her legs. Of course, a familiar damp sensation quickly reminded her, causing the filly to let out a small groan. "Not again. I thought Aunt Holiday said if I cut out all liquids before bed, this would stop." She complained, even though there was nopony but herself around to hear.

With a sigh, the orange coated pegasus threw back the sheets of her bed and hopped down. An early morning change was not the best way to start off a day, especially not a weekend day, but it was better than waking up to soaked sheets.

Scootaloo was firmly convinced that yesterday had all been nothing but a dream. As if her aunts would ever go as far as to diaper her and treat her like a foal. They loved her too much to do that. Though, if it was a dream, why had it felt so real?

The filly just shook her head. "All my dreams feel real when I have them, why would that one be any different? I just wish I knew what would make me dream that," Scootaloo mentally pondered. "It's not like I want Aunt Holiday and Auntie Lofty to baby me or anything. My parents practically treat me like one as it is, especially since this whole bed wetting problem started. My aunts know me enough to know I'm not some stupid baby!"

But just as the pegasus was retrieving wet wipes, foal powder, and a fresh diaper, her bedroom door swung open. And who should come trotting in, but Auntie Lofty? Scootaloo mentally groaned, she'd forgotten that her Auntie Lofty tended to be an early riser (compared to Aunt Holiday, who often slept in and tended to be a very deep sleeper).

Auntie Lofty just looked at Scootaloo, who had one hoof on her wet diaper, and made a tsking motion as she approached her niece. "Now now, remember the rules from yesterday, Scootaloo? You're not allowed to change yourself, only Holiday or I can do it."

So it wasn't a dream, all that stuff from yesterday had actually happened. Just great.

Scootaloo was quick to protest. "Auntie Lofty, I can change myself. I don't need help. It's not like that one time I accidentally got the clean one stuck to my head."

Auntie Lofty wasn't convinced. "It's not up for debate, Scootaloo. It's lucky for you I decided to bring the changing mat," The bulky pegasus mare then rolled out the light green mat, and carefully set her niece down on it. "Now, hold still for me, okay sweetie? This will only take a few minutes." She instructed.

Lofty was as good as her word. With practiced precision, she removed the old diaper and tossed it clean across the room into the waiting trash can near Scootaloo's bed. Then she took some wet wipes, and cleaned her niece's coat until it was spotless. And with a little bit of delicate hoof work, she was able to tape up the new diaper quick as a flash, before she sprinkled in some foal powder, and for good measure worked in a helping of rash cream.

With the diapering job complete, Lofty washed her hooves with hoof sanitizer, then helped her niece to stand. She couldn't resist giving the padding a few light pats, which made Scootaloo's tail swish, as the filly let out an eep!

"Auntie Lofty, what was that for?!" Scootaloo commented, as a few puffs of foal powder escaped the diaper.

Lofty just giggled. "Just checking to make sure I did a good job. I don't want my favorite niece getting an ouchie diaper rash, now do I? Whatever would Holiday think of me?"

"Whatever, just please don't do that again. It's so embarrassing." Scootaloo whined.

Lofty smiled, and nodded. "As you wish, Scootaloo. Now, let's get those hooves washed clean. And then we'll see if Aunt Holiday's awake."

By the time Scootaloo had finished washing her hooves in the bathroom sink (the memories of her foul deed from last night still lingering, causing her to blush. She felt sorry for her aunts for having to deal with that.), Aunt Holiday was indeed awake.

The earth pony mare just smiled, glancing briefly at her niece's padded bottom. She had to struggle to remember that this was a punishment, no matter how cute Scootaloo looked. "Good morning, Scootaloo," She greeted in a warm tone. "Did you sleep well last night?"

Scootaloo refused to say anything. She was still mad at the fact that her aunts had the audacity to do THIS to her. Yes, she'd done a bad thing and had expected to be punished, but this seemed far beyond what was necessary.

Holiday didn't acknowledge her niece's little "temper tantrum", she'd expected some resistance from Scootaloo. "Well, she only needs to be diapered for the next 36 hours at the minimum." She thought, and set to work on making breakfast.

Lofty just escorted Scootaloo to the kitchen table and sat her in her chair. Then she tied a new bib around the young pegasus. Instead of just being a plain white, this one had a cutie picture of a little bunny on it, greedily devouring a carrot. "Sorry," She apologized to her niece. "This is the only other bib we have on hoof at the moment. I could go shopping for more if you'd like."

"No! I'll die of embarrassment!" Scootaloo protested in horror.

"Oh come now, Scootaloo. Nopony would know the bibs are for you," Lofty replied with a chuckle. "If anypony ever asked, I'd just tell them Holiday and I were foalsitting one of our little cousins."

Scootaloo was not convinced. "I don't need more bibs! I'm not a messy eater, despite what you and Aunt Holiday think!"

Lofty said nothing more. She just looked across to Holiday, who gave her a knowing wink.

"Breakfast is ready!" Holiday called a short time later, and sat down in the chair to the left of Scootaloo (Lofty was currently occupying the chair to the right of Scootaloo) as she presented a bowl of oatmeal.

"Thank goodness, some normal food for a change!" Scootaloo exclaimed with relief, forgetting that she hadn't wanted to talk to her Aunt Holiday. "I thought for sure you were gonna feed me foal food again."

"You're a growing pony, Scootaloo, and you need your nutrition," Holiday cooed. "Just eating foal food or junk food all the time isn't good for you. You need balance, variety."

But Scootaloo payed no attention, she just went straight for the metal spoon next to the bowl. Only to be stopped by a hoof from her Aunt Holiday.

"Now, Scootaloo, foals aren't allowed to feed themselves. You know that. Besides you might make a mess on yourself. Foals always throw they're food, just like Pound and Pumpkin," Holiday protested, as she grabbed the metal spoon. "Just relax, I will feed you."

Scootaloo pouted and turned her head, just like she'd done last night. "Not if you're gonna make those embarrassing spoon feeding gestures. You're treating me like I'm one of the Cake Twins, and even they don't have to wear diapers anymore."

"Oh my, it seems we have a fussy foal in the house today," Auntie Lofty spoke up, looking across to Aunt Holiday. "Whatever shall we do, Holiday?" She asked with exaggerated worry.

"Maybe a little quality time in the time out corner will suffice." Holiday replied with a wink.

"You wouldn't dare!" Scootaloo protested, though a part of her mind couldn't help but wonder. "Would they really stick me in time out like a foal?"

Holiday just looked at Scootaloo with a straight face, and told her niece. "Maybe I would, and maybe I wouldn't. It all depends on whether or not you cooperate," She then added. "I'm sure even the Cake Twins still have to be spoon fed occasionally. They're still toddlers after all."

"But I'm not!" Scootaloo complained.

"Look, Scootaloo," Holiday spoke up, her face morphing into a stern glare. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. It's your choice. Either way, you're not getting out of this chair until you've had your breakfast. So if you cooperate, we won't be here all day."

Reluctantly realizing the situation she was in, Scootaloo sighed and turned slowly back towards her Aunt Holiday. "Fine, but only if you promise you won't make any of those ridiculous spoon feeding gestures. And the next time I eat, I get to feed myself. Deal?"

"Deal. Though I hope you won't object to a bib, just until I know for sure you won't make a mess," Holiday agreed. "Now open wide."

After making the agreement with Aunt Holiday, breakfast passed quickly for Scootaloo. But she was most embarrassed when she inadvertently let out a huge burp right in her aunts faces. With her cheeks blushing bright red, the filly apologized. "Excuse me."

"You're excused, Scootaloo. Nice to see you still remember your table manners." Aunt Holiday replied, as she retrieved a rag and wiped a few smudges of oatmeal from Scootaloo's face.

Helping Scootaloo down from the table, Auntie Lofty opted for a quick diaper check, pulling back the padding with a hoof.

"Hey, I'm dry! I think I'd know if I needed a change!" Scootaloo protested, as the padding snapped back and a loud crinkle echoed down the hallway.

"Well, with foals, you can never be sure," Lofty cooed as she patted Scootaloo on the forehead. "And remember. If you have to go potty, just tell either Aunt Holiday or I. We wouldn't want anymore accidents like the one you had last night."

Scootaloo said nothing, her face just flushed with embarrassment.

"Now then, we have an entire day to spend together, Scootaloo," Lofty smiled, as she led her niece down the hall to where the foal toys still lay scattered from the night before. "What would you like to do?"