Fluttershy's Mixed-Up Pets

"Fwoosh,” Discord said, making a cupping gesture with his hands and conjuring a pair of headphones out of thin air. “There you go, one pair of Discord-branded headpones.”

He paused, expectantly, then shrugged. “Well, it works better when it's written down. Anyway, here you go, don't put them on until you're nearly done getting suited up.”

Mix-up took them, and had a moment of trouble trying to juggle them and the suit at once before putting them both down on the floor.

“Um… isn't it going to be easy to mix them up?” Fluttershy asked. “When they're taken off again, I mean...”

“Oh, just label them or something,” Discord advised. “Or don't. Could be fun trying to work out which is which.”

“Right, so… can you give us a moment?” Fluttershy requested. “I'm afraid Gilda might get bored without someone to keep her occupied, and… and I need to get Mix-up all diapered up and in his costume...”

“You can count on me!” Discord assured her, putting his arm around her and flaunting his tail – which now had a set of numbers crudely painted on it, from one to eleven. “I'll keep her busy, don't you worry!”

“R-right,” Fluttershy smiled, a little shyly. “Thank you, Discord… I think we'd better go into the spare room...”

She picked up some of the supplies, still out from getting Gilda into her own costume, and herded Mix-up into the room in question. Discord waited until the door shut, then gave Gilda a poke on the nose.

“All right, time to be a big griffin for a bit,” he said, and Gilda blinked a few times – frowning, then shaking her head slightly as the haze faded away. “You've been doing that for about an hour now, so… what do you think?”

“I, huh… whoo, that's easy to just fall into,” Gilda said, flushing a bright red under her feathers – not that most of it could be seen, through the plushy fox muzzle, but Discord knew anyway. “And, well, uh… it's really embarrassing, but… I wouldn't mind if I kept going a bit longer...”

“You've had at least one whole bottle to drink,” Discord pointed out, a lazy smirk on his face. “If you keep it up all that much longer, then using those diapers is going to happen sooner or later. Are you sure you're ready for that?”

“W-wha?” Gilda replied, shaking her head emphatically. “No, I'm not – I didn't think about...”

She trailed off under Discord's gaze, and fidgeted slightly. “I… I'm not fooling you, am I?”

“Oh, no, you had me totally fooled,” Discord replied, with a wink. “But if you like not being in control, well…”

He smirked, enjoying Gilda's embarrassment, then tilted his head. “Anyway, that's quite enough talking for now. I think it's time for the vixen to take over again.”

“I, well...” Gilda began, blinking again, and wiggled her rump. She turned, looking at the white tip of her fox-suit's tail, and pulled it around to inspect it more closely – compressing the suit's plush in places as she bent her body, giving it a comical look.

“Is that interesting?” Discord asked her. “Does it seem like something it'd be fun to… I don't know, chase, perhaps?”

Gilda wasn't sure if tail-chasing was a fox thing, but it sounded like it would be fun – so she started doing just that, her big clumsy fox-paws squishing on the floor as she tried following her tail around in a circle.

“Okay, that's you diapered up,” Fluttershy said, patting the tape slightly, and Mix-up's muzzle went a little pink as he looked down at the thick diaper. “Now, let's see…”

She unfolded the white-and-cream bunny costume, with a contented smile – not very large, maybe not something she could even notice, but something that showed she was comfortable – and compared it to the saddlebags it had fit in.

“It's kind of impressive it even fit,” Mix-up said, noticing where she was looking. “It's… kind of big...”

“Yes, it is,” Fluttershy agreed. “I… I think it's something about the plush layers being springy, so Rarity could squash the air out of them.”

She reached into the tuft of plushy white fur at the back of the neck, and unzipped it to reveal the insides – lined with soft silky material over the plush, to make it as comfortable as possible to wear. It wasn't the first time Mix-up had worn one of the suits to Rarity's design, and he rolled upright as Fluttershy finished zipping it open – stepping into it with his forelegs first, then his hindlegs, and wiggling a little to feel the plushy softness as Fluttershy pulled it up over his diaper.

The rump of the bunny costume was even bigger than the fox one had been, to give the right shape, and it felt like it would be kind of hard to stand up on all fours for long – making it easier to sit down most of the time, which did sound a lot like the kind of thing a real bunny would do.

Mix-up's wings went in easily enough, and he was about to duck his head into the bunny-head of the costume when Fluttershy coughed slightly. She pointed at the headphones, currently waiting on a chair, and Mix-up blushed – realizing he was enjoying putting the suit on so much he'd forgotten about the thing Discord had given them in the first place.

Taking the headphones as Fluttershy suggested, Mix-up tried to put them on – but his big plushy bunny paw was far too clumsy, and he dropped them twice before Fluttershy took them and fitted them on with a gentle smile.

They just sounded kind of hissy, not like Mix-up really imagined hypnosis to be, but he still shifted a bit from one foot to another – looking down at the big long clumsy hind-paws he'd been given which just made it a bit harder to take care of himself in the suit – before Fluttershy helped him put the head on.

Like the fox-suit they'd got from Rarity before – which had also meant a very embarrassing measurement session, as he'd had to be measured with a diaper on – the new bunny suit covered him almost from muzzle to tail-tip while still letting him see and breathe. He could eat, as well, the bunny-mouth opening onto his own, and to his surprise the headphones actually made it easier to hear for… some reason related to Discord, probably.

“How does that feel?” Fluttershy asked, fussing a little with the ruff of faux-fur which covered the zip tab, and Mix-up sat down and raised a paw.

He nodded, the black-tipped bunny-ears of the suit bouncing, and Fluttershy stepped back with a smile.

“Awww, that's cute!” she said, giving him a quick hug, and he jumped slightly before relaxing into the hug. “I know you're going to be a bit nervous about playing with someone else, but you'll be fine. Okay?”

Mix-up nodded again, a little apprehensively, then watched as Fluttershy went over to the door. When she was close, he followed her – getting up on all fours and hopping forwards, then sinking back down on his haunches again to wait until the next movement.

It just felt so… natural… to move that way, and he had the feeling it looked cute too! That made it an easy choice, and he hopped again to follow Fluttershy as she let them back into the rest of her cottage.

“I – oh, dear...” Fluttershy sighed, seeing Gilda – and that Angel Bunny had tied her fox-tail to the door, somehow. “Angel, that's very naughty, she's a guest!”

Angel made a rude gesture with a carrot, and Fluttershy put her hoof over Mix-up's eyes.

“That's not how a nice bunny behaves at all!” she admonished him. “Now, go to your hutch and think about what you've done!”

Angel stomped off, and Gilda whined a little and wagged her rump to emphasize the tail. She put a paw up to beg, tilting her head at Fluttershy, who untied the knot for her.

The moment she was free, Gilda pounced on Fluttershy and gave her a lick – then turned her attention to Mix-up, her eyes lighting up at the sight.

Giggling a little at the plushy paw-bats, Fluttershy got up and hummed slightly. “Is anyone thirsty? I know Mix-up might be because he was out...”

Gilda nodded, and Mix-up made a slightly squeaky noise before nodding as well – vaguely nervous about the way Gilda was looking at him.

He knew bunnies had to be scared of foxes, and she was looking at him in a very vulpine way…

“Well, then, I'll warm up two bottles,” Fluttershy decided. “And I'll get out some carrot as well. You two just go and wait in the next room.”

When Mix-up and Gilda got into the living room, the plush-suited pegasus saw that there were piles of cushions and blankets strewn across the floor. Some of them looked familiar, from the spare room, but it looked like Fluttershy had just brought everything in to make it a nicer place to play.

“Heheh,” Gilda laughed, and Mix-up looked over – seeing the fox-suited griffin smirking at him. “That looks pretty, well… tasty?”

Mix-up blushed, and a moment later Gilda did as well. “I, I didn't mean that way, uh...”

She sat down with a crinkly thump, wiggling it back and forth a little. “Uh, well, I could try and blame the headphones, but… yeah, I just said something embarrassing, I guess.”

After a moment of tilting his head at her, Mix-up remembered he should be speaking if it was a conversation – something which he realized he'd forgotten. “Right, um… they are kind of powerful, I guess… I could understand that...”

The two of them stared awkwardly for a moment, then Gilda spoke up. “So, uh… when did, all this, start?”

She indicated the plushy suit she was wearing, then the one Mix-up was wearing, and the pegasus sat back as well – bringing one paw up to the side of his head, using it to focus on the conversation. “Well, I guess it was a few weeks ago,” he said. “Discord found out about how Fluttershy likes this sort of thing, and he basically pony-napped me from a shop… uh, how come you're wearing one, then?”

“I… made fun of it when I found this suit,” Gilda replied, looking down. “And, well, Discord pointed out how that was really impolite of me, and… it just sort of happened.”

She half-raised a paw, then lowered it. “So, I guess this one was made for you, then? As well? Does… does it get any easier to walk in it?”

“Not really, no,” Mix-up told her. “It's, um… really embarrassing, but you do sort of get used to it if that's what you mean.”

Gilda nodded, then put both forepaws over her cheeks – staying in place thanks to her sitting position and the bulk she was wearing. “I, uhhh… this is so embarrassing to talk about… it's okay when I'm not thinking, but...”

The idea of just going along with it without thinking much about it was tempting to Mix-up as well, and the steady hiss in his ears reminded him that it was an option… he squirmed back and forth a little, and swallowed. “So, uh… what kind of thing should we...”

“Rrrf if I know,” Gilda said, then blinked at the vulpine sound that she'd made without thinking. “I, um, I mean… well, d-do you have any ideas?”

She stuck her tongue out. “That's if you can think of anything that's not just eating carrots, of course!”

“Hey, carrots would be nice,” Mix-up replied, fidgeting, and twitching his head back and forth so his springy ears rocked. “But, I don't know, um… I guess maybe hide and seek?”

“Oh, yeah, that sounds good,” Gilda said, sounding very interested. “So I guess how that works is… I hide, you don't find me, then it's my turn to seek?”

“Hey, I could find you,” Mix-up protested. “And – and if you can hide easily, then couldn't I hide easily too?”

“This isn't about the suits, this is about skill,” Gilda told him, sticking her tongue out – bouncing on her paws, raising a continual little crinkly sound as she wagged back and forth. “I'm not going to go easy on you! Okay, go!”

“Wait, uh-” Mix-up began, as Gilda loped out of sight, then frowned. “Right, so… just need to look...”

He began hopping around slowly, looking back and forth and feeling his springy costume-ears bouncing back and forth on his head.

After such a long conversation, though, the feeling of wanting to be bunny that had built up was all coming back at once… he was still trying to see if he could find where Gilda was, but that was changing from wanting to win to wanting to know where she might creep up on him from.

Peeking around the back of a chair, Mix-up saw no sign of Gilda – no orange plushy suit, or big silly paws…

Gilda rolled onto her back, crinkling a little, then continued the roll and went back upright again – nearly thumping into an end table, so she moved a little away from it to make sure she wouldn't again.

“Hee, looks like the bunny doesn't know where to find me!” she called, padding along the back of the sofa. Her ears were pricked up, keeping track of where the bunny was going, and as he got closer she just waddled away so they had something between them all the time.

It was really easy, and before long Gilda was being a bit more daring – moving carefully to avoid making any noise, poking her head over the back of the sofa to see how Mix-up was moving or following him closely enough to keep track of his big butt and the silly little white tuft of his tail.

Once he turned around, hearing something suspicious, but it took him so long that Gilda was able to hide out of sight – though it was quite hard for her to avoid giggling.

All the time, she was changing her mind a little – thinking about how foxes and bunnies should interact.

After all, it wasn't like a fox warned a bunny when she started hunting him…

Mix-up looked around nervously, and poked at the big pile of blankets in front of him. It moved a little, and he decided to look more closely – burrowing into the blankets with a wiggle, using his paws to push the soft cushions and blankets aside, to see if Gilda was hiding in there.

He paused for a long moment once he was in, thinking how nice it would be to just stay in his burrow, then dug his way out again.

A crinkling sound caught his attention.

Mix-up looked over, seeing Gilda crouching down a little and wiggling her butt in the air.

He froze for a moment, then tried to run away, and Gilda bowled him over with a pounce – pushing him into one of the piles of cushions, and rolling him over on his back.

Licking her lips theatrically, Gilda approached the helpless 'bunny' and nibbled on his paw... then withdrew a bit, letting him wiggle back and forth and finally roll back onto his feet.

No sooner was he upright than Gilda waddled off – quicker than Mix-up could follow, even if he wanted to – and hid behind the sofa, where Mix-up lost sight of her.

The pegasus frowned for a moment, wondering what he should do, and the hissing in his ears quietly soothed him into the right way of thinking – turning it from a question of what he should do to what a bunny would do.

And, to his fuzzy mind, that was – hop around a bit, looking around in case there was any risk of being pounced… so he took a hop forwards, then another.

There wasn't any sign of the fox, and he paused – tilting his head, the ears of the suit swaying back and forth a bit as he tried to listen instead.

There was a crinkly rustling sound, and Mix-up yelped – starting to hop away from the approaching vixen as she waddled after him with a determined gait, then tripping over and ending up in a heap.

Gilda put her paw on top of his tummy, then pushed down lightly. Mix-up squeaked in response, and Gilda looked suddenly very interested before pushing again and getting another squeak.

“Oh, um, I've got the milk,” Fluttershy said, coming in a minute or two later, and paused before smiling.

Gilda was using both her padded forepaws to squish down on Mix-up's tummy, and the bunny-fied pegasus was alternately squeaking and laughing – finding the whole thing enormously ticklish.

After one final push, which reduced Mix-up to giggling, Gilda relinquished her new toy and turned to waddle over to Fluttershy – sitting down and raising a paw to beg, then taking the bottle as Fluttershy gave it to her.

The butter-scotch pegasus patted her on the head. “There you go! Don't drink it too fast, you might get hiccups!”

Gilda nodded, and rolled over on her back. The movement made her lose her grip on the bottle, and Fluttershy put it back in her paws before moving on to Mix-up as he finally managed to stop giggling.

“And how are you feeling today?” she asked, taking the plate down from her back. Mix-up squeaked a little, then blinked, and was about to try to speak – but Fluttershy held up a nicely-cut carrot baton. “I've made you some batons, because I know little bunnies can't eat full-size carrots yet.”

Mix-up blushed, wiggling about a little, and Fluttershy paused to fasten a bib around the neck of his suit. It took a bit of work, because the suit's neck was so big and plushy, but the strings were very long so she got it done eventually.

That done, she fed him the baton. It was small enough that he could eat it in one go, and she gave him another one – then a third a moment later.

Every time Mix-up got one of the deliciously crisp carrot batons, he ate it straight away, but then was content to just wait for the next one. It was calming, relaxing, just lying there and not having to do anything else, and he yawned a little – lulled piece by piece into a placated state of mind.

Fluttershy had made a lot of the little nibbles, having cut up a large carrot for them, and they slipped into a kind of routine which lasted until Gilda started nosing Fluttershy in the side.

“Hey,” Fluttershy said, smiling. “What's up?”

Gilda sat down, raising a paw to beg.

“Oh, are you still hungry?” Fluttershy tried, and got a head-shake. “Okay, um… bored, maybe?”

That earned her an enthusiastic nod, and Gilda got back up on all fours and wiggled her diapered tush – cocking her head a little to emphasize the point.

“Oh, okay,” Fluttershy said, and turned her attention back to Mix-up. “Um, I'll be back in a moment...”

She stood, leaving the last few carrots on the plate behind, and trotted over to the nearest set of drawers. Opening the top one, she took out a ball and shook it – making it produce a little dingle noise from the bell inside.

“Here you are!” she said, rolling the ball along the floor, and Gilda chased after it eagerly – batting it about with her paws to make it dingle dingle dingle along the floor, and following it around or occasionally digging it out when it got stuck in a pile of cushions.

Smiling faintly, Fluttershy sat back down with Mix-up and helped him with the bottle of milk. “There you go, sweetie… those clumsy paws can't hold the milk by themselves, can they?”

Gilda batted the ball to her left, following it intently as it jingled and bounced off the wall, then hit it a second time to make it move a little faster. She crouched and pounced on it, almost managing to catch it but letting it slip out of her paws, and smirked before lolloping after it to catch it again.

She nearly bumped into Fluttershy as she went sliding around a corner, and yipped in triumph as she finally managed to put one paw on top of the jingly ball. It let out one last dingle, then went silent, and Gilda picked it up in her mouth and sat down proudly.

That drew her attention to something she'd been ignoring up to now, her bladder, and she grimaced suddenly – the pressure making her lose some of the fuzzy foxy headspace she'd been in, making her feel less comfortable despite the soothing hiss of the headphones.

“Oh, um, is something wrong?” Fluttershy asked.

Gilda was still a bit out of it, and she whined – blushing, and trying to squeeze her legs together in a way which made the big diaper hiding underneath crinkle.

“Aww, poor thing,” Fluttershy said, giving Gilda a gentle hug. “It's okay, sweetie… you don't need to feel bad about it, you can just relax. Don't think about it...”

Her continual soothing commentary helped lull Gilda, drawing her attention away from the things which made her uncomfortable, and she slowly started to relax the pressure she was keeping on her legs.

“Little vixens don't need to think about that sort of thing,” Fluttershy went on, speaking more for the tone of voice than the words – treating Gilda just like she would one of her animals who needed to be calmed down, and with as much success. “It's all right...”

Gilda's legs went a little wobbly all of a sudden, and she sat down abruptly on her rump. The movement made her whine in embarrassment, and she put her paws over her muzzle to hide herself as she wet her diaper.

“That feels better, doesn't it?” Fluttershy asked, still in the same tone. “It feels good to, um, let it out?”

The fox-suited griffin stayed in that posture for several more seconds, then slowly pulled her paws away from her eyes and looked up.

“I, uh… t-that was really embarrassing,” she said, her face burning.

“That's okay,” Fluttershy assured her. “If you want I can give you a change now, or you can wait until later, or if you'd prefer we can end here. Just tell me which you want.”

“W-well, uh...” Gilda began, not looking Fluttershy in the eye. “I, um… t-these won't leak or anything, will they?”

“No, they're very thick,” Fluttershy assured her.

“Then...” the griffin went on, slowly, like she was thinking very hard. “I, um… what would a vixen say about that question?”

Fluttershy booped Gilda on the nose – the nose of the suit, rather than her beak, but it had the right effect anyway. “A vixen wouldn't answer the question at all, because they'd be too busy playing around.”

Gilda considered that answer, nodding absently to herself. Her legs tensed a little, lifting her diapered butt and letting it down again – each movement making a little squish – then she blinked, and patted the nearby ball.

It jingled as it rolled off, and she began following it with a yip!

Fluttershy smiled, her cheeks pinking a little as she thought about what that had to mean for how Gilda was thinking, then went back over to see that Mix-up was doing okay.

Mix-up yawned, blinking a few times, and grabbed almost-uselessly at one of the blankets.

“Aww, are you all sleepy?” Fluttershy asked gently.

It had been at least an hour since they started, now, though Fluttershy wasn't sure of the exact time. Gilda had demanded attention a couple of times, wanting some new toy or way of playing, and at one point Fluttershy had suggested they all play hide-and-seek together – though Gilda had quickly become bored and started pouncing on Mix-up again, knocking him to the floor and tickling him to hear the breathless squeaks he made. Seeing it had made Fluttershy feel all happy and bubbly, and she'd let it go on for quite a long time before finally breaking them up.

It looked like the experience had tired Mix-up out, though, and Fluttershy pulled the blanket over him so he could get a proper sleep.

Thinking about how she'd probably need to change him when he woke up, Fluttershy was about to go and get something when Gilda waddled over to her – the squishing sound from her wet diapers very faint, but just about audible to a pony who was listening.

“Um… hello?” Fluttershy tried. “Do you want something?”

Gilda stretched, yawning, first pushing her front half up in the air and then her rear half after that. Fluttershy recognized it as the kind of stretch that a tired fox or wolf or dog would do, and smiled again – enough that she missed the sudden gleam in Gilda's eye.

Yawning again, Gilda waddled right up to Fluttershy and pushed her over onto the pile of pillows with a paw – then, before the pegasus could get up, lay down next to her and snuggled her tightly.

Fluttershy gasped with an eep as Gilda hugged her close, feeling the plushy soft fox-costume against her, and wiggled a little to see if she could get out – but Gilda was too strong for that, and Fluttershy felt like it wouldn't be polite to force it.

Gilda shuffled over, moving Fluttershy easily despite how clumsily she had to move like that, and put them where they were both using Mix-up's thick, padded bunny costume as a pillow. Then the griffin yawned again, closed her eyes, and started to breathe slowly and evenly.

“Oh, um… oh dear...” Fluttershy said softly.

It looked like she was going to be stuck here for a while whether she liked it or not...

“How are you doing?” Fluttershy asked, some time later.

The splashing sound from the cloud she'd brought down for them to wash up with faded away, and Gilda spoke through the bathroom door.

“I… yeah, I think I'm done,” she said. “The cloud seems pretty full, too… I'll come out now.”

Fluttershy stepped back, and Gilda came out with her fur and feathers still dripping wet. There was a smell of soap, but it looked like the griffin had washed all the suds off.

“Um… don't you want to dry off?” Fluttershy suggested, and Gilda shook her head.

“Nah, I'll dry off with a whirlwind outside,” Gilda said.

Mix-up took her place in the bathroom, not wearing the bunny suit any more but still taped into his diaper, and the door shut again. Gilda pinked a little, looking back into the bathroom, then scratched the back of her neck. “So… yeah...”

Fluttershy gave her a towel, and after a moment Gilda took it – drying off the worst of the water so she wasn't dripping on Fluttershy's floor.

“So, um… how was it?” Fluttershy asked, nervously, as the splashing resumed.

“How was it?” Gilda repeated. “It was… aargh, it's hard to come up with the words! It was humiliating, embarrassing, I spent hours stuck in that costume, and...”

She slumped slightly. “And I enjoyed it. Not… not completely, there were some bits which were too much for me, but… it just, I feel like I should have hated so much about it but I can't say I did. And I feel like I should be upset at myself for not hating it...”

“It's okay,” Fluttershy assured her. “I think a lot of people – ponies and griffins, and dragons, and everyone – like things that they think they shouldn't. I'm still really embarrassed by it as well, but, um…”

She gave Gilda a sudden hug, and the griffin jumped for a moment before relaxing and grumbling to herself.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it,” she said. “And, w-well… if you never want to do anything like it again, that's fine...”

“Yeah, probably,” Gilda muttered, and waited until Fluttershy let her go.

She turned to the door, then paused and looked back. “But, um… y-yeah. I wasn't expecting how that went, but… yeah.”

With that, she headed to the door – almost bolting for it – and took off with a whoosh of wings and a spatter of wet droplets.

Fluttershy hummed to herself, waving goodbye in case Gilda looked back.

She'd have to wash both costumes, and put everything back, but… it had been worth it.