It was a beautiful spring morning down in Ponyville and the season was in full swing. The sun shined on a colorful scene as birds fluttered around and flowers of all colors bloomed in the warmth. The air was cool, nothing that would merit a light jacket or a scarf, but summer was certainly well away despite how warm outside had gotten. It was the kind of weather that wasn’t quite cold drink weather, but a quick swim in the lake wasn’t totally out of the question.

Fluttershy was spending the afternoon in the garden behind Sugarcube Corner. The colors of spring surrounded her seat as the cutest little animals scurried about the bushes and trees. Mrs. Cake had set up a cute little table on the patio there, big enough to provide enough room for both of them. And on the metal table sat a yellow ceramic platter with a pot of hot tea and a pair of tea cups balanced on top. A checkered towel laid spread out across the table’s surface, serving as the perfect place for a smaller plate of cookies and tiny cakes to sit.

Across the table, past the tea and cakes, sat the motherly mare Mrs. Cake herself peacefully sipping on a warm cup of tea that balances itself on a blue and white floral saucer. She always had this warm glow about her. A trusting and sincere presence that Fluttershy seemed to be naturally drawn to. She felt more comfortable talking about a number of things with her that she never even dreamed of sharing with her friends.

During their friendly tea times the two mares would talk about a number of things. Curious dreams they had recently, aspirations for the future, weekend plans, and even opinions on fashion trends. Every topic just flowed seamlessly from one another as both ponies were more than happy to contribute to the chatter.

As many things do, conversation started to steer towards more intimate topics. The kind of topics that were only talked about between trusting individuals and in a hushed tone while they made sure no one was around to eavesdrop. It was the kind of topics that made Fluttershy blush and grow even quieter than usual about.

One such topic, which was strange to even come up at all in normal conversation, were ponies who enjoy wearing diapers for fun. Even looking back at it herself, Fluttershy couldn’t quite pinpoint when such a thing was mentioned, but something in her, whether it be curiosity or genuine interest, brought her into the fold. The subject developed itself over a month’s worth of tea chatter. One of them mentioned it in passing and the other returned with some questions and opinions. This eventually lead to Fluttershy’s clear interest in wearing a diaper herself which Mrs. Cake was more than willing to encourage and nurture as she did so well.

“Do you ever plan on wearing one?” Mrs. Cake finally asked on this particular tea date, ”you talk about it so fondly.”

“No no, I couldn’t” Fluttershy said with a blush, ”talking about it is just fine.”

“Oh sweetie, all we do is talk about it,” Mrs. Cake sighed, “don’t you want to go out and try things first hand? Just to see what it’s like?”

“Well...I don’t know,” Fluttershy fidgeted, “wh-what if I end up not liking it or somepony else finds me wearing one a-and what if they think I’m some kind of freak?”

“Tell you what,” Mrs. Cake said, pausing for a moment as she gently placed her tea cup back onto its saucer, ”I’m having a little get together for ponies curious about it as well this Saturday. Why don’t you come on by?”

Saturday? That was practically right now! She couldn’t! She wouldn’t! It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go, it was just so soon! Her worried mind conjured up false reasons on why Saturday would be impossible. She might have needed to keep her weekends open in case a friend of hers wants her to come over for a visit. No, Saturday was certainly too short notice.

“S-so soon?” Fluttershy squeaked, “b-but I don’t think I’d be ready.”

“I understand the nerves, but I feel like it would really help you explore this special side of yourself,” “would you please come? If not for yourself than for me?”

A pang of guilt stabbed Fluttershy in the gut. Mrs. Cake’s request suddenly felt all the more alluring. Above all else, she didn’t want to let the motherly mare down. That would just be so devastating.

“Well...alright...I’ll go,” Fluttershy finally sighed.

The answer made Mrs. Cake smile. “You’ll enjoy yourself,” she winked, “I promise.”

Author's Note

I realize now that I have quite a couple unfinished stories floating about. Rest assured that I'll be coming back to various stories from time to time as the inspiration strikes me. My muse is a fickle brat that isn't always so consistent. For now please enjoy the start of this little diaper story staring Fluttershy. Future plans will include sexual diaper play which the nervous pony will slowly step into as time goes on!