Author's Note

Another chapter. WOOT.

This one was pretty great and easy once it happened. Thank goodness. Also fairly long, so yay!

Special thanks to Josh for the PJ designs, and to my dad for the Simon Says idea that I reduxed a bit to fit.

The titles of the stories listed that are not from the show are as follows:

The Tale Of Peter Rabbit By Beatrix Potter
Happy Birthday To You By Dr. Suess
Bedtime For Baby Star is from Criminal Minds.

Twilight's story title was just something random I came up with.

ENJOY THE CHAPTER!

Bedtime Routine

A few minutes after Rainbow’s crash, Rainbow and Spitfire, with Soarin and Thunderlane flanking them, were engaged in a rousing game of Soarin Says. One by one, the rest of the ponies ended up joining in. It was a good deal for their mothers, and they finally finished preparing the room. Windy Whistles came in just in time to see her daughter yawn. She grinned and went over to her little girl.

“I think it’s somepony’s bedtime.” Windy cooed.

Rainbow frowned. “Mommy, no! Mama an’ my bwodews an’ me wewe pwayin’!”

“And I’m sure they would love to play with you some other time. But you need to get some sleep now.”

“Buh-“

“No buts baby bolt.” That was Spitfire. “Your Mommy’s right. We can come back sometime soon.”

“Mama an’ bwodews come pway wif me ‘gain?” She asked.

Spitfire smiled. “Anytime you want.”

“Whenever.”

“We’ll be there.” They promised.

Rainbow’s wings fluttered happily and she hugged them. The three waved to their fellow teammate, and then set off to get something to eat.

Windy Whistles lifted her daughter into her hooves and carried her to the changing table. “Let’s get you changed and ready for bed.”

“I dun need a change, Mama change me.” She said.

“I bet she did. But I’d better check you again. You know you can be a little super soaker.” Windy replied.

Rainbow giggled. “Yeah.”

Windy Whistles did a quick diaper check, and saw that her daughter was dry. “All dry. Good girl.” She kissed her daughter’s nose. Rainbow smiled. Then: “Let’s get you in your jammies.” She said.

“‘Kay.” Said Rainbow, who was suddenly more interested in sucking on her hoof rather than paying attention.

Windy Whistles selected cyan pajamas with rainbows on them, and began dressing her daughter. It was slightly more difficult with her daughter’s hoof in her mouth, but she managed by replacing the hoof with a pacifier, though Rainbow protested. She liked her Paci fine, but sometimes her hoof felt more natural. When she was changed, Windy moved her onto the rug for a bit of play while the others were changed.

Applejack was next. Pear Butter went up to her eldest daughter. “Come on, my little appleseed. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

Applejack blinked and looked up, startled from the intense game of cowponies and buffalo that she and her sister had been playing. Apple Bloom smiled, snickering a bit at the idea of her sister in a babyish set of pajamas. Pear Butter shot her with a look, and Apple Bloom was silenced immediately. Applejack followed her mother to the changing table, and hopped up. Her diaper was dry, so Pear butter went about picking out some pajamas for her daughter. There were several options, but eventually she selected a pair and put them on her daughter with almost no protest. Applejack was in orange pajamas with apples and pears on them, in honor of both sides of her heritage. They were hoofie pajamas like the ones Dashie wore. She felt a little silly in them, and then decided she didn’t care. They were comfortable. She hopped off the table and went to go see what Dashie was up to.

Fluttershy was after her. She had been intently playing with some stuffed animals when a gentle nudge from her mother’s hoof snapped her out of it. Mrs. Shy only had to tilt her head to one side, and Fluttershy understood. She understood her mother almost as well as her animals. She got up onto the changing table and her mother checked her. She had wet her diaper heavily. A vague memory flashed before her of her mother putting her to bed in a pull up until she was seven for bedwetting. She supposed that this was why the diapers hadn’t bothered her too much after the initial hesitation to the diapering. Her mother easily changed her diaper, and then set to work picking out her jammies. Fluttershy’s were yellow with pink butterflies and bunnies which looked a lot like Angel. She felt warm and snug in them. She and her mother shared a smile, before she led her daughter to the rug with her friends.

Rarity followed. She had been styling her sister’s mane when their mother cleared her throat.

“Rarity, time to prepare for bed.” She said.

“Can I finish styling her mane?” Rarity asked hopefully. The playfulness in her eyes melted Cookie’s heart. She sighed.

“Alright. Five minutes.” She said.

Rarity’s eyes lit up, and she gave a sunny grin. Five minutes passed, and Rarity obligingly got up and followed her mother onto the changing table. She rolled her eyes at the diaper check, but was otherwise fairly content. Until she saw the pajamas her mother held up. Her eyes widened in disgust.

“Absolutely not! They’re so…” She cringed. “Fleecy.”

Cookie gave her a stony glare. “You will wear what you are asked. You never have to wear it again after today, but you will respect my rules.” She was stern.

Rarity sighed and relented. She laid back and let her mother dress her. Rarity’s pajamas were purple with diamonds on them. Then, she set her down to start styling her sister’s tail.

Pinkie was second to last. She had been bouncing around the room with not a care in the world. Cloudy Quartz put a hoof on her shoulder to stop her when she approached her, and she stopped immediately. Her mother smiled down at her, and Pinkie nodded. Her mother had always worn that face at bedtime. She bounced over to the changing table and hopped up. Cloudy checked her diaper, and she appeared to have messed it. She couldn’t help smiling and shaking her head a bit. That was just like her. Getting so involved with something that she completely forgot to use the bathroom. She changed her daughter quickly. The smell was rancid but deep down it brought back wonderful memories. Once that was done, she grabbed a pair of pajamas, and got Pinkie into them. As expected, she was squirmy, but nothing Cloudy wasn’t used to. Pinkie had cupcakes and balloons on her pink pajamas. When it was over, Pinkie gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, and then went off to play.

Twilight was the final one. Velvet knelt beside her as she did a puzzle. “Twily, time to get ready for beddy bye.” She cooed.

Twilight quickly finished her puzzle with her magic and then followed her Mommy to the changing table. Velvet changed her wet diaper quickly, and then changed her into her Pajamas. Twily had stars, syzygies, and constellations on hers. When she was changed, she sat up and hugged her mommy.

With Twily finally in her jammies, everyone was all dressed. That meant it was time for bedtime phase two.

“Okay girls,” Called Velvet, “Gather around the rocking chair for story time.”

All six of the foals, plus the crusaders gathered around.

“Now, we’re doing story time a little different tonight.” Windy instructed. “Each of us are going to read you your favorite story from your childhood. Are you ready?”

They all nodded. Mrs. Shy kicked things off with The Tale Of Peter Rabbit. Fluttershy listened enraptured. When the story was over, Cookie took the reins and told the legend of Mist Mane for Rarity who smiled in delight at it. Cloudy Quartz continued things with Happy Birthday To You! Pinkie jumped up and down in her seat, giggling jubilantly. She passed the baton to Pear Butter, who read The Legend Of Rockhoof for Applejack. Applejack just sighed at the legend. She loved telling it, but somehow it sounded better when her mother told it. Velvet read her daughter Moon Mysteries: Tales of Galaxies and Mysteries of The Moon. Twilight looked thrilled at the old tale. Then, Windy Whistles rounded things out with Rainbow Dash’s favorite tale, Bedtime For Baby Star. Rainbow just gave a huge grin from behind her pacifier and cuddled her Daring Do plushie.

When story time ended, the mares looked sleepy. The Crusaders took this as their cue to leave. With hugs for their mothers and sisters, they had their diapers taken off, and the three left. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom headed home, but Sweetie Belle decided to stay in the castle for the night. Spike and her parents had already said it was fine, plus since everypony else was here, it just made sense. She headed to one of the spare bedrooms down the hall, and then, went to bed.

With the mares now sleepy, the final phase of attack, the final feeding, began. The rocking chair was duplicated for each of the mares, their mothers sat down with the bottles that Windy and Bow had heated earlier. Thankfully Velvet had used a quick spell the day before to make sure that once the bottles were heated, they stayed at the optimal temperature. Each of the six climbed into their mother’s laps, and for some they knew it was the last time they would be fed this way, mostly by their own volition. However, certainly for Dashie, and possibly for Pinkie and Twily too, it might not be their last.

As each of them fed, their eyes began to slowly droop shut. The love, warmth, safety, and security they felt was so comforting, something a few of them hadn’t felt in a long time. Their mothers began to hum something different to each of them. For Twily, it was an old song from her fillyhood. For Pinkie, it was a song from back on the rock farm. For Applejack it was “You’re In My Head Like A Catchy Song”. Rarity’s was a classical piano tune. Fluttershy had “Hush Now, Quiet Now”. And for Dashie, it was the old lullaby “Golden Slumbers”.

When the songs were finished, they were all asleep. Velvet picked them up, made the duplicate rocking chairs disappear, and then duplicated the crib. Each mother carried their foal to their own crib, and kissed them goodnight. The fathers came in and did the same for each child.

“Goodnight, Darlings.” Said Cookie.

“Sleep tight, little ones.” Said Mrs. Shy.

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Commented Pear Butter.

“Sweet Dreams.” Added Cloudy Quartz.

“See you in the morning.” Said Velvet.

“We love you, sweethearts.” Finished Windy.

With one last loving look, the mothers exited the nursery.