Fluttershy's Mixed-Up Pets

Despite Discord's bombastic statement, neither pegasus was willing to get started straight away. The idea of actually getting started might have been tempting in the abstract, but once it was actually there in front of them it was several minutes of awkward shuffles and nervous coughs before Discord elbowed his first friend in the side – gently, of course.

“Okay, um… so...” Fluttershy began, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Right...”

She frowned slightly. “Oh – oh no, I just realized, I didn't get any powder! We'd better wait until I can get some from the shops-”

Discord put some down next to her. “There you go!”

“Thank you,” Fluttershy said, quietly, as her reason to delay another day vanished. “So… can you lay down, please?”

Mix-up did so, and Fluttershy removed one of the diapers from the pack. She laid it out, then paused. “Are you all right?”

The stallion blushed. “Um… w-well, it's just kind of embarrassing that this is going on at all, and extra embarrassing because Discord is watching...”

“Say no more!” Discord declared, snapping his claws, and vanished. His voice drifted in from the front room, where they could also hear the clatter of cups. “I must say, this is good tea… a little cold, perhaps, but it makes a fine teasicle!”

Mix-up looked though the door, then shook his head slightly and lay back as Fluttershy applied the powder and taped the diaper in place.

“There we go,” she said. “That's the… that's one part, at least… I think you can get up now, I'll go and get that costume Discord hid in the wardrobe...”

As she did, Mix-up got back to his hooves. The diaper felt odd – the simple feeling of actually wearing one was just so strange after so long thinking about it – but it felt comfortable as well, soft, and surprisingly well done.

At least, as far as he could tell.

When Fluttershy came back with the costume a minute or so later, Mix-up took a long moment to stare at it.

It was… right now, it looked like a deflated stuffed toy, but a giant one. He couldn't quite see how he was supposed to get into it, or to get out again, but that was probably just because he wasn't looking close enough – he could certainly see the two plush sleeves on the back for his wings, to hold them comfortably away from his body without their presence ruining the look.

It was definitely a giraffe, like he'd said, with a yellow coat covered with big brown blotches and a mane made of pieces of brown plush material – sort of like an oversized version of a soft toy using strands of wool for the mane. It also looked quite thick, maybe an inch or so, and he flushed slightly as he spotted that the area around the diaper was extra-big… either because of extra padding or because it needed to fit his padding into it.

Fluttershy pulled down the zipper with a soft zrrrrip, revealing that it opened at the front, and stepped back a little. “Ah – that is… do you need help?”

Mix-up glanced at her, and saw a shy half-smile on her face. It wasn't the look of somepony who was trying to convince herself everything was all right… it was more the look of somepony who wasn't quite certain that everything she was seeing was real in the first place. Who'd been waiting for something like this for a long time.

“I'll see if I can get in myself?” he suggested. “Um… do I need to lie on top of it, or something?”

“I think you sort of… wiggle into it?” Fluttershy suggested, then looked worried. “But… that might make it hard to get your wings in the right place...”

Deciding to do what he could, Mix-up picked up the costume in his front hooves and sat down on his rump. The diaper he was wearing crinkled, making him smile nervously and flatten his ears slightly, and he wriggled a little before slipping one hoof into the leg of the suit.

That got the suit's main body twisted up a little, and he had to get up again – with another embarrassed flush – before Fluttershy trotted closer and started helping him by pulling the rear part of the giraffe suit up his other leg and getting it around his hindquarters.

Either Discord had been hiding some kind of clothes-making special talent or he'd cheated, because the suit was snug all over. Just stretchy enough to get into and to provide a little pressure, but tight enough to fit closely with the additional bulk of the diaper.

“You should be able to sit down again, now,” Fluttershy said, and Mix-up did so – looking over his shoulder so he could fit his wings into their sleeves, then pulling the front half of the outfit on like a jacket. The head came last, and it didn't quite line up with his head – unlike the rest, it had to leave his muzzle uncovered so he could see and talk, but there was still a pair of glass eyes and a plush nose at the tip – but it was close enough, and he was about to pull up the zip before discovering he couldn't with both forehooves covered in almost an inch of soft plush.

“Um… can you help me with that?” he asked, and Fluttershy pulled the zip up again. “Thanks...”

Now fully suited up, Mix-up shifted to get back upright again… but as soon as he did, he slowed down, wanting to enjoy the feeling of the soft material moving over his coat.

“Is… is it alright?” Fluttershy asked.

“Yeah, it feels nice,” the stallion agreed. “And pretty soft, yeah...”

He was a little wobbly, feeling like he was on little stilts with the layer of plush worked into the shoes of the costume, but ultimately it did just feel like he was wearing a nice soft costume all-over.

“So, um...” Fluttershy began, at a loss for what to say now. “Should we, ah...”

“I… don't know what to do next,” Mix-up admitted. “I… guess I should ask what you want to do?”

“Oh, um… well, there is one thing...” Fluttershy said, her hoof scraping the floor. “Are… are you thirsty? I have some bottles I use to feed my animals, I could put some milk in one...”

“So, how's it going?” Discord asked, licking at a popsicle he'd apparently made out of a cup of Fluttershy's tea. “I hope you appreciate my crafts-draconequus-ship.”

“It's, um...” Fluttershy began, turning pink. “I'm… going to get some warm milk...”

“That sounds delightful,” Discord told her. “I'm so glad you're able to express yourself with someone who accepts you for who you really are!”

With a flourish, he created a pink cotton candy cloud. “And, speaking of which, this is one of my specialities! I can certainly help you out with some nice warm milk.”

Discord reached through the door of Fluttershy's cupboard, taking out one of the largest bottles she had, and turned the top inside out to make it a funnel. He took the cotton-candy-cloud in both claws and heated it over the stove, humming to himself as it passed back and forth over the ring, then squeezed it like a flannel to get a bottle-full of chocolate milk.

Placing the cap on top, he handed it to his friend with a flourish. “There you go!”

“Oh – thank you, Discord,” Fluttershy said, still blushing a little, and took it by the side with her mouth. It felt warm – not hot, not exactly, but warm enough to certainly qualify as “warm milk”.

“Not at all!” Discord replied with a smile, waving her to go back though to the other room. “I'll be here if you need me… well, I'll probably be somewhere else as well, but you know how it is.”

Back in the other room, Mix-up was doing his best to keep himself busy. Lost for what to do, he'd decided to just do what he would have done in his own home – spruce up the room a little, as carefully as possible.

He'd found a duster, and was dusting along the shelves with little sweeps of the fluffy stick – having a bit of trouble making it go in the right places, the suit giving him much more difficulty with walking sideways than he was used to. His wings weren't available either to give him that bit of extra stability, and after a bit of trying he sat down to get at the lower shelves.

That pressed his diaper against the floor with an audible crinkle, and he blushed a bit and wiggled back and forth to feel it more.

“I… got some milk,” Fluttershy said, and Mix-up jumped to his hooves – fast enough that he overbalanced, stumbling back a few steps, and nearly fell over before Fluttershy got in his way to support him.

“I, uh...” he mumbled, then paused a bit and relaxed – reminding himself that he hadn't been caught indulging in something he loved that he had to keep secret from anypony else.

Fluttershy knew what was going on, after all. He was – odd as the thought seemed with Discord in literally the next room – safe here.

“What were you doing?” Fluttershy asked, as Mix-up sank to the floor again and put the feather duster down.

“I just thought I should help out,” he explained. “I didn't have anything to do, so I thought I should do something to help, and there was a feather duster...”

“Don't worry,” Fluttershy told him, trotting back towards the table she'd put the milk down on. “I don't need you to do any cleaning or anything, really…”

As she picked up the bottle, Mix-up flushed slightly and nodded – leaning back against a cushion. Fluttershy offered him the bottle, and he took it in his plush-clad hooves… only for it to slip out and bounce off his barrel, sliding down to rest against the raised material over his diaper.

“Whoops,” Fluttershy said, picking it back up and passing it to him again – keeping a hoof on it this time, to make sure it wouldn't get dropped. “Do you want to try that again?”

The stallion nodded again. “Yeah, um… sorry...”

“That's okay,” Fluttershy assured him. “I understand you're all clumsy. Just let me help.”

Her ears were flat with embarrassment, but despite that she seemed to be enjoying what was going on, and Mix-up started to drink from the bottle – his eyes widening as he tasted the chocolate milk, which had a slightly spicy tang to it and was warmed to perfection.

For the next minute or so, he just drank – he'd been thirsty anyway, and this was a way of getting a drink which made him smile and shift about a little in comfort – as the warm milk rolled over his tongue and down his throat. Fluttershy smiled as well, relaxing a bit from her earlier nerves as everything went well, and when Mix-up finally reached the bottom of the bottle it was a surprise to them both.

“Thanks,” the stallion said, flushing a little as he thought about what he'd been doing. “Uh… have you done this before? That went...”

“N-no, I haven't,” Fluttershy said, stuttering a little. “That was… you think it went well?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Mix-up replied, shifting a little and feeling that plushiness all around him again. “I… haven't done it before either, so I don't know how well it can go, but that felt good… uh… are you sure?”

He pointed at the bottle, which had gone on the floor. “Because that's definitely-”

“No, it's not for that!” Fluttershy told him quickly. “I have it because I have animal friends I take care of! And – and I sometimes think about doing things like this, but I've never actually done it before! And… and...”

She sighed. “I… this always happens, I get too flustered...”

“Well, uh...” Mix-up began. “I… guess I don't mind if we kind of talk about what would work? Is that okay?”

The mare nodded gratefully, and Mix-up thought for a long moment.

“Well… um… this is going to be really embarrassing,” he said, as a warning. “And I'm… not really sure I'm actually going to be okay with all of them? But they're the things I thought about… um...”

Slouching down a bit so he was almost lying on his back, the yellow-and-brown plush suit almost surrounding him, he began tapping his hoof against the floor. “I… kind of like the idea of actually using the diapers, and… and of hypnosis, too, though I've never done anything like it...”

Fluttershy squeaked.

“Sorry, I guess that one's too much?” Mix-up asked, looking at her.

“W-well, no,” Fluttershy replied, blushing a lot. “I… it's just that… Discord used to hypnotize us, back when he wasn't very nice, but – but I never thought about doing it and this at the same time...”

She swallowed. “And… it does sound nice? Really nice… both of those things sound nice, and I just… started imagining if you were dressed up as a cute bunny and started to think like you were a cute bunny...”

Mix-up's muzzle went pink, and he shifted again – partly because of the idea, partly to feel the soft hug of the suit around him.

“I… y-yeah, that does sound fun,” he said. “But… um… I kind of think I should think a bit more about it? Just… just to make sure I do like it, or to get used to it...”

Fluttershy nodded a little. “O-okay… I… I don't know if I hope you'll say yes or not...”

The stallion laughed slightly. “Yeah, uh… it's kind of embarrassing just to think about!”

He waved a hoof around the room. “It's only because you're also into this that I'm even able to, uh… w-wait-”

Still unused to the extra bulk around his rump, Mix-up overbalanced a little and fell over. The sheer thickness of the plushy suit he was wearing absorbed almost all the impact of the fall, but it was still a surprise, and Fluttershy came hurrying over.

“Oh dear,” she said, wincing. “Um… are you okay?”

“I think so, yeah,” Mix-up replied, getting ready to get up, and Fluttershy put a hoof on his side.

“No, um, wait,” she said, blushing a bit again. “You might be hurt, so, um… don't get up until I say so… if that's alright?”

Mix-up nodded a little, relaxing, and blushed a bit himself. “Okay, I guess it's good to be safe...”

“That's right!” Fluttershy agreed, with a bit more confidence now. “So… you've already had plenty of fluids, that's good… I'll just get a pillow...”

True to her word, she was back before long with a fluffy pillow from her room. Mix-up lifted his head at her instructions so she could put it down for him, then sank back onto it with a smile.

“Thanks, that's a lot more comfortable,” he said. “So… I just need to lie down here?”

“Mostly,” Fluttershy told him. “But I need to see if there's any pain… just relax a bit, and tell me if anything hurts?”

She lay down at an angle to him, letting her shift his legs about, and tested the movement of them one at a time with slow, gentle movements. Doing a task so similar to checking on one of her animals helped her relax more, and while the flush didn't quite go away she got more confident as time went on.

For his part, Mix-up was blushing all the more and trying not to squirm. Something about the situation, perhaps the way that he looked a bit like one of her animal friends, made it so she was able to just whisper a steady litany of soothing comments like she would with a bear or a manticore instead of getting nervous like with most ponies, and being talked down to in such a plushy situation made him feel all bubbly inside.

At the same time, he felt wonderfully warm and snug, and that helped him relax. So much so that he had to stifle a yawn, then he wasn't able to, and slowly began to drift off to sleep…

Discord opened the door, saw what was going on, and paused.

“Aww,” he said quietly, smirking. “That's really quite sweet...”

Not only was the perhaps over-tired Mix-up asleep, snug in his giraffe costume, but Fluttershy had managed to drop off as well. She was slightly snuggled around the other pegasus, treating him a bit like a big soft toy, and Discord nodded to himself.

“Hmmm...” the chaotic being added. “I wonder how long it is since he had that big drink of milk… well, I'm sure that will sort itself out...”