Author's Note

I had way too much fun with this chapter. It was just pure joy to write. Special thanks to Pip and one of his OC's for inspiring a bit of this fluff.

Hope you Enjoy! I sure did!

Bonding

Thunderlane shifted onto his other side, and finally opened his eyes. Mesma was there, smiling at him. He blinked groggily, and then looked at her again. Recognition flashed through his eyes, and for a brief moment, she thought she may have made a mistake in waking him. But when he broke into a huge grin, she knew she hadn’t.

“Mommy!” It was a happy giggle. She gave him a maternal smile.

“Hey there, baby boy. How are you?” She asked, giving him a hug.

“I good!” He said, hugging her right back.

“Good!” She grinned. “Does Mommy have a wet little colt on her hooves?” She cooed.

He moved a little and then nodded. “Uh huh. I wet.” He said.

“Good boy!” She sang. “Let Mommy give you changies and get you into a fresh diapee.”

He laid back, and Mesma pulled out a diaper bag, seemingly from out of nowhere. But that was not so. She had planned for this. The last time she was in here, she hid it from him, underneath the bed, and put a few commands in so that he wouldn’t see it. She didn’t worry about that one not taking hold. With Thunderlane’s obvious embarrassment about this and clear avoidance of anything to do with the topic, he would have given into that one straight away. Anything to make the problem disappear. She pulled out changing supplies and started changing him while he absently suckled on his hoof, his pacifier having fallen out when he had first stirred awake. She hummed a little tune to him as she changed him, balling up the used diaper, cleaning him off, and replacing it with a new one. The sound of her voice relaxed him, and he almost drifted off to sleep again. Mesma noticed this.

“Now, now, don’t go to sleep yet, sweetie. It’s not nappy time yet. It’s time for playing.” She scolded lightly. At the word “play”, his eyes lit up.

“We play?” He asked excitedly.

“Of course, sweetheart! Mommy loves playing with her little foal.” She crooned.

Thunderlane sat up, though it was made somewhat difficult by his thicker new diaper. Mommy always put him in those. She wanted him to be safe. It made him smile. “What we play?” He asked.

“What do you want to play?” She asked kindly.

“Aminals!” He said. He got out of bed so quickly that he almost fell over, and he toddled over to where he kept his toys. Mesma grinned, and watched as he plopped down on his padded butt, dumping out a box of toys. He got out a fluffy teddy bear and a bunny, and started acting out a story between them, while Mesma watched smiling. He looked so happy, so carefree. That’s what made her happy. Seeing that.

Soon, however, he got bored with that, and she offered him a new game. A rousing game of Peekaboo. She covered her eyes. “Where’s Mommy?” She cooed. Then she uncovered them. “Here I am!” She called. She watched as he giggled and clapped in delight, and repeated the process several times. When it got to the point where it looked like his stomach was starting to hurt from laughing, she gave him a break. “What do you want to play now?” She asked.

“Blocks!” He cheered. He got out the blocks. He started stacking them one by one, a look of such intense concentration on his face that it made her want to laugh, but she held back. After a few minutes, it was done. “Mommy, look! I makeded a tower!”

“I see that, baby! You did such a good job!” She ruffled his mane, and he giggled and clapped. “I bet you can make it even bigger!” She said. His eyes went wide.

“Really?! Ya think I can?”

“Oh, I know you can, smart boy!”

He nodded excitedly and started trying to stack more on. Unfortunately the tower itself wasn’t built very skillfully, and was wobbly at best. When he tried to stack a third one on top of what he already had, it came crumbling down. During the crash, the highest block up, a head taller than he was sitting down, landed with a thunk! On his head. He blinked for a second, and then when he realized what had happened, his lip started to quiver and he burst into tears. Mesma rushed over to him.

“Oh honey, it’s okay. You’re okay. Show Mommy where it hurts.” She said. He pointed to where the block had impacted with his head. She gave it a gentle kiss. “There we go. All better. No more ouchies.” She said.

Thunderlane sniffled. It didn’t hurt as badly anymore, but he was still sad! Mesma took notice of that too.

“I know what will make you feel better.” She said. Thunderlane looked up at her questioningly. “How about Mommy feeds you a nice baba of milk?” She said. He nodded, and Mesma grabbed an empty bottle from the bag and was about to go to the kitchen to fill it, but she felt hooves wrap around her leg. She saw Thunderlane looking up at her pleadingly. It was so dark and scary in the room all alone! “You don’t want me to leave?” He shook his head. “You can come with me, silly boy.” His eyes lit up, and he got up from the floor, and toddled beside her. She filled the bottle and heated it up, before heading back to his room with him. She sat on the unmade bed, and he clambered up on it too, wanting to be near her. “Into my lap.” She said. Her voice gentle but stern. He didn’t hesitate to obey. He leaned back in her lap, letting her cradle his head, and she put the nipple into his mouth.

It took him a second or two, but he got a good rhythm going and was soon nursing peacefully. She hummed to him, reveling in the closeness and cherishing the moment. All too soon, the bottle was empty, and the moment was over. Thunderlane was barely awake as the warmth of the milk, his full tummy, and his exhaustion conspired to make him sleepy. Mesma smiled at this.

“Okay, sleepy head. It’s time for nappy bye.” She cooed. He nodded, just barely. She stood up and moved him to lay on his bed and gave him his pacifier, tucked him in, giving him a gentle kiss to the forehead. “Sweet dreams, sweetheart. I love you.”

“Ni Ni, Mommy.” He sighed before drifting off to sleep. Mesma smiled, and watched him for only a few more minutes before leaving for the night.