An uneventful morning with Sweetie Belle

by Miffington Lemil

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sweetie Belle, Fetish, Rarity
Length: 6376

Another uneventful morning when diapered Sweetie Belle wakes up

Ever had one of those mornings where you feel like you've been woken up by nothing?
Sweetie Belle wakes up to her first morning diapered up overnight. Her sister has knows this and had agreed to help her in carrying out her new life based on her child fallacies.
The story elaborates on Sweetie's thought process.

Content warning:
Contains diaper usage

I've waited more than a year slowly piecing this together before posting it, just whenever I came back around to working on it. My motivation wavers. I suck at titles tho

[story is dubbed Mature against my general discretion]

Published 2020-03-11 19:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-03-11 19:00:01 UTC

One obscured awaking

Author's Note

zomg Content Advisory!

Rarity: Augh, hold your tail still Sweetie belle! Oh, pardon me whomever's reading, but what you are about to embark on is a rather uncouth tale of— and I quote, "diaper-related context," by a certain unmistakable filly within my very own promisingly humble boutique. If you have not already found yourself comfortable with the relating detail once... t-then I would highly suggest you find a more suitable compilation to satiate your reading leisure, um, elsewhere, if you please~

One obscured awaking

Night had gone by in a pinch for the young unicorn, Sweetie Belle, who slowly awoke with a familiar laziness. Behind the dark of what closed eyes would show, her mind relay to her the physical position she took - sprawled out on her stomach all through the night - urging her to yawn a meek breath which accommodated her bedroom's tranquil aura. It seems she was still tired, but somehow it had already felt like she'd been asleep forever. This resulted in the little off-white pony awakening stagnate, yet very relaxed at the same time.

Never lifting an eyelid, she composed her thoughts and took a second to ponder just where exactly she was at the moment. Certainly this was not the feeling she was used to waking up to from her bed at the boutique. An embroidered pillow she usually slept with had been replaced with a much larger and puffier feeling type pillow, and the mattress itself felt a lot softer than usual under her steady weight. As well were the blankets surrounding her different, a sort of fuzzy warm kind all of a sudden.

Without so much as even a budge, these were the changes that she noticed simply by coming to consciousness. There, all fuzzy just lying outward and covered up, it actually was a rather cozy epiphany. So snug in her spot was she in fact, that Sweetie Belle probably wouldn't bother getting up maybe even for another hour if she didn’t have to.

'Oh yeah, I'm in the crib!' she concluded with herself, a smile on her muzzle protruding just over the pillow beneath her head at remembrance of part of last night. Well that would explain why her spot of reservoir hadn't seemed as drab, nearly all her bedroom's furnishing had been recently changed out! Small moments returned like a dream to her memory now, but that "dream" did very well come true only hours ago.

And her heart giddied imagining what she might've look like right about now. She had a hunch—as cute as the button on a toddler's fuzzy plaid sweater—and she adored being just that.

Sweetie Belle loved the crib her sister had set up. She loved those small beds in general. Just about everything from dosing off afloat in its high-hold of fancy fine-wood stilts and surroundings of railings on all ends had only made the filly feel completely coddled and comfy throughout the long sleep-filled hours, even despite having spent another night alone in total uncanny darkness—save for her little night light in the room corner.

Luckily anyhow, it was the morning now. And at the boutique, one could tell alone by the recurring chirps outside the window that the sun wasn't too well abroad the horizon anymore. This meaning a certain drowsy pony nestled on the inside probably wouldn't resort to opening her eyelids soon after all. The room's curtains were never any good at holding out sunlight. Besides, she certainly was not in any rush today without school to attend.

Eventually concluding that her waist was slightly arched atop something puffier (and noisier) than the bed itself, she'd last recall her over-joyous behavior over the kiddy pink floral designs and light purple lacing on the new Silly Filly disposables that were taped across her derriere from the previous night. Miraculously being a perfect fit, they also had come with cotton-soft matching booties, a bodacious blue bonnet, and a snappy-looking nappy cover, none of which she had even tried on yet mostly as to save them for another time's use (all of these items coming from one of her sibling's business cohorts outside town). Inwardly Sweetie was proud of the new wardrobe changes, and once again smiled a calm smile to herself while effortlessly swaying her tail a tiny bit—the first bit of real movement she'd made all morning.

And it didn't bother her in the least that she was wearing diapers for the second time in her young pony life. For nowadays, naturally Sweetie was fully capable to talk, trot, and play as all other colts and fillies of her class as opposed to crawl, sprawl, and babble like many foals of the earliest primary school grade. The two age-groups rarely found contact with each other amidst the educational setting, but whenever they did (typically during recess), suddenly Sweetie would adopt a habit for becoming one exceptionally curious pony. But those foals weren't so easily predictable, either, she knew well: some would prove very loud at times, and others rather cranky when in their moods; the more were generally very playful ponies, though while at attention, they sat quiet and cutely. These variations simply meant that they had to be watched over by teachers most carefully throughout the day. Although, because there aren't too many foals in Ponyville, the adults would only have to keep track of about four or five by themselves at a given time.

Despite the awe in her findings, still, Sweetie Belle sorta despised a part of the foal lifestyle. Particularly the thought of having to be helped or assisted in doing nearly each and every task all day. And though, as she currently remained in a needless to say extremely "foalish" attire right this moment, she couldn't deny the plain solid fact that she wasn't a real foal like them anymore—always being coddled and attended to.

Yup, she had her independence. This was why she would be able climb out of the crib later on her own at will... easy! She certainly was no baby pony, that couldn't count to 12 or doesn't even know when to use the potty if it had to. She was her own filly that did the things she wanted to do (like reliving foal-hood by choice). Not some wandering toddler just learning to trot on all fours.

Even so, any other filly or colt her age would have been way too embarrassed or self-aware to keep content in either the things she slept in overnight (diaper or a crib), but not Sweetie Belle! This eager filly is more than satisfied to remain at ease, dosing off in adoration of her new bulky padded sleepwear.

"Are you sure you wanna go through with this?" asked a particularly concerned voice as a pair of objects levitated across the room.

"Ugh, YES, I'm sure!" replied a little unicorn getting annoyed with a notable crack in her high-pitch.
"And I don't need any checkups!" she added, flailing small hooves indignantly at the approaching thermometer and stethoscope in blue aurora. 'Where did she even get those from in the first place,' thought the filly still annoyed.

Her sister frowned "*sigh* alright Sweetie Belle. I guess I haven't really been being convincing for you, have I...?" She admitted head-down, disappointed in her own minimal efforts to stop her sister from taking advantage of her generosity—especially for something like this.

She couldn't understand where or when her younger sibling got the urge for being diapered up and babied all over again like she were some sort of over-sized dolly. The whole situation didn't exactly sit with the mare but what choice did she have being this dang generous!? It was such an innocent request after all; and who knows, she may have got off on the hoof. What if things weren't as serious as she had made them out to seem? She'd already gone so far as to gradually transform the whole room her sister slept in, half to tend the filly's request and half to sate her own wandering interests as a fashionista/designer by acquiring all the necessary furnishings and decor for the bedroom apparel of a newborn foal's nursery.

She continued to host an internal debate with herself: maybe she was just seeing how far she could push her artist's prowess, boosting her own career by taking on a new skill and maybe expending on her services she could-... no, no, she is a fashionista of designer clothing for pone's sake, that alone was hard enough work to master. She'd been making up nothing but excuses, as she'd told herself already before, and that's how she ended up where she is now. How could she seriously be considering interior decorating as additional part-time by premise of Sweetie Belle's playtime fallacies!?

Although, taking another look around the room, much of it did check out rather nicely thus far, even while some residential amenities like the drapes remain yet unchanged. Regardless, she would have never suspected her sister to act this way and demand things likes this of her now (but perhaps, she should've seen this coming sooner what with that order she placed from her (oddly enough) more-than-willing friend from a town over. She really wanted to draw the line somewhere, anywhere! Maybe from days ago even. But it'd been too late then, and it was too late now.

She had already come so far.
And what of the trouble this could cause if it were but a phase? What if, in a few days she could be done with it and the dear bouncy kid sibling would return to her, never wanting to associate with anything 'foal' ever again in this boutique?

She could only hope she wasn't doing her sister any harm...

"Alright *gulp* Sweetie Belle. Then let's do this..." replied the older equine's voice, swallowing hard on any last minute pride it might've had left in the little filly situated on her back, atop a padded changing table at that. "We'll get this over with i suppose." The clinical tools from earlier were put aside for now and hesitantly substituted for crinkly plastic attire, a container of wet wipes, and a bottle of rash-prevention powder, that moved as though they were trying to remember how something like a diaper change works. "You know you... you're just an absolutely, positively, silly filly aren't you." She began rambling on as if in light attempt to disavow her own doings, "I can't believe you'd actually have asked me of all mares to do this. And another thing you oughta know..." continued the one standing over the anxious child.

It was too good to be true, thought the filly, hoisting her hind hooves up in the air without care while mutually trying to conceal a brimming yet cheeky smile with the front ones. For now she actually had the compliance of the only pony who would've been able to tattle out of the two; and only they had to be involved with it. It'd be their little fun secret game! The anxiousness she'd been coping with through now nearly killing her dead; she was already in heaven as far as she knew at this point. No feeling before in her life would come close to the awkward sort of giddiness she had at the moment about finally being diapered like this, and by her big sis of all ponies whom took that ecstasy to new heights. She did have quite a few ecstatic moments to herself in the past, but this one was incomparable as if by default. This was a highly private matter being shared with the one she admired most, her favorite and only big sis.

On a near-regular basis, the two sisters could pretty often be found in some sort of squabble or disagreement with each other over the simplest of basic household activities even. But tonight Sweetie Belle couldn't help but love her sister more and more for all the generosity she'd dealt, move after move, renovation after renovation: first by the many changes to her room, and now with a change to the filly’s apparel. It was almost as if she was seeing her sibling role-model in a special new light entirely.

Whilst Sweetie lay there only a few hooves up from the floor, along the flat padding of the stand she tilled her head to get a glimpse of the marvelous handiwork her sis had done about her backside. "...and if mom and dad ever found out about this, don't go telling them that this was in any way my idea; you got that?" she ended sealing the last tape carefully around the filly's tummy.

The little one was too enamored in her own universe to have caught a word from any of that bit, but her adoring gaze beamed directly into her big sister's as she slowly began nodding all the same. Curious, the mare dropped her stern expression, pausing with mouth slightly agape at the lax response. At a loss for words, she simply started to help her padded tike up on her hooves.

Keeping up her blankly innocent smile over a calm appearance, Sweetie was too elated on the inside thinking about her position to even worry about the chances of getting caught. Her excitement had been put into wagging her tail subconsciously throughout the whole change, causing complications of course. But at some point, the tail had stopped anyway, and the "caretaker" of the hour known as her sister had carefully finished taping an actual poofy diaper onto her!

Bursting with that same elation, Sweetie Belle leapt up most ungracefully in her new uniform, nearly wobbling off the table in the process but using her surprised sibling for support. The smaller unicorn had happily collapsed into the mare's chest, simultaneously giving her the most affectionate hug she could hope to offer; Rarity, after a brief moment, returning the gesture with gradual mutuality. Regardless of circumstance, the two sisters eventually held a loving grasp on each other, lasting a tad shy of one whole minute. And through the entire process the filly’s mind never etched a hint of worry or doubt. What need was there to?

A still comfort was now overtaking the tired filly. She'd almost fallen back asleep but not before again latching onto a thought. One sudden, insignificant little thought she couldn't shake: this nagging notion that her diaper might've been feeling a little stiff under her minute tail swinging from earlier. In fact it was getting pretty annoying and- wait a sec... did diapers always feel this rigid, and... heavy at the tail end?

It may have probably been the dumbest thing ever and a gigantic waste of energy for sure, but she just had to resolve this nagging misery by decidedly waking herself enough to repeat the motor function. She'd actually troubled herself to wag her slightly tail again, almost similarly to the way she did the night before, only this time with more focus to it. That's weird. She believed it to just be the bit of extra backside padding at first but it definitely seemed like something was fastened on her rear, something other than the soft padding.

She may just have been too groggy to notice it before. Now, if anything she had certainly considered getting up sooner, if only to investigate herself on this small nuisance intrusion to her wakening. So she finally curled both her hooves into semicircles, gingerly rubbing each of her eyelids until both would reluctantly open, frightened by a lucid morning sunshine. Suddenly she would start to feel her heart beat kick in.

What Sweetie hadn't been aware of, as if her pudgy round nose simply hadn't decided to function up until now, was an astonishingly unpleasant odor surrounding her which had been so pungent by now, it could render her small bedroom space near inaccessible to any pony... like, say, her sister.

Sweetie shot her eyes open scrunching her muzzle as a completely nervous wreck, and held onto a small hope that she could still be wrong about the source of suspicion. She decided on shutting out her conscience, eyes tightly closed again. Now was her job to devise the second-most effortless trick out of self-checking her own diaper. With disbelief, she slowly wedged one hind leg outwards some and instinctively following was a rush of emotion. A hue of deep pink which plastered alongside her disheartened expression when said suspicion made a quiet-sounding squelch to compensate for her movement. Reactively, she felt her blood run cold as the reality became increasingly clear. The overwhelming reality of an accident she somehow had was far too outlandish to render by the serenity of earlier.

How could this have happened!? [Healthwise] Was she even feeling okay at the moment?? Wasn't she potty-trained once already?? She'd throw question after question on herself as her thoughts struggled to develop a sensible explanation, but nothing would make any sense.

Why would her body suddenly betray her like this!? She hadn't felt any strong need to go as of what she remembered last night. Why would she do this, while sleeping of all times? 'It was hard enough trying to push awake and in the bathroom,' she mused degradingly. So how the hay did she manage to go potty in a state of utter relaxation?

She'd open her eyes once more but with a slight fret. Rarity was not going to be happy about this...

As if on cue, the faint sound of running pipe water suddenly could be heard running somewhere beyond the walls of the boutique. Turns out, said pony had already been awake.

She rested her hooves beneath her cheeks, . 'Hmph, it's not fair....'

............

A neutral "oh well" was what she implied to the nonexistent wind by staring off to nowhere in particular. Sweetie Belle isn't exactly good at harboring confrontational anxiety. How much trouble would she get in for using her diapers for what they're for? Quickly attempting to put off the thought in her head, Sweetie Belle was simply too lazy to try and worry something she couldn't help, at least not in any way she could see or come up with so far. Why was she feeling this way? Essentially she had forfeited a boxing match with fate well before ever entering any hypothetical ring.

She finally got around to stretching her forehooves about the space of small pillows and plush toys around her. Like a disoriented infant waking up, her head turned to and fro about the space, inspecting her little crib to the fullest now with her eyes fully adjusted to the lighting. The lighthearted melody of a lullaby started to play as suddenly the motion-sensitive mobile overhead spun to life. With a button-press function set for excessive movement, the ornament made for a perfect baby monitor substitute. Not so disruptive as calming, it sounded across the room with just enough volume to alert a pony passing outside the door.

The young filly again happened to smile with herself as all sense of regrets began to subside. Over one shoulder her vision peeked back at the diaper behind her tail, its scent having strangely escaped her sense of smell over time, again. Tossing her head back onto the pillow, Sweetie yawned her second meek breath this morning, pleased in knowing her body could lay easy a while longer. Digging her muzzle into its cotton folds, she let the soft tune sooth her. Laid flat out melted into the comforters, she quickly began warming up to an idea: This must mean she was a baby now and she would probably only be expected to have these kind of "accidents" from now on.

She made a soft moaning noise to herself with hopes that this was the case. It may have just been wishful thinking though. Knowing her sister, she wouldn't really be so thrilled to clean up any filly's messy Pamps this early each day... or just about anything dirty at any time for that matter.

But Rarity didn't have a choice, right? As the older sibling and only grownup there watching Sweetie, Rarity would HAVE to change her baby sister, at least that's what the child thought their mother would have declared if she were involved. Chucking both hooves in front of her muzzle, the smelly filly giggled adamantly at the idea; the one option here was to get her diaper changed by Rarity, and just imagining the prissy older pony pretend-gagging over diaper changes caused her to squeal by that same sort of awkward giddiness from last night swelling within her. She also knew that there was no other at home capable of doing it for her. She simply could not do it on her own, not with her questionable premature magic ability; Sweetie may as well be using a lighter instead of that horn.

It was settled, she would wait in the crib until Rarity comes. So for the meantime, Sweetie would resort to something of an innermost infantile nature. On any regular day the filly's demeanor would never dare lead her to attempt this, but with a thoughtless state of mind adopted, she would behave as blissful and foal-like as possible. Sweetie Belle found her little body was unsteady with anticipation as she tried twisting over onto her back, quite happily choosing to invest her attention in the bright rubber objects that float above over her problems. The soft chiming of the crib's mobile continued and the child couldn't help but for a moment stare in exaggerated mesmerization at the thing. Perhaps her baby side brought this out of her, but the whimsical call for playtime was suddenly more enticing than everything, and she quickly began getting comfy with herself again.

As she settled down, the unwanted mess in her seat it would not press onto her fur too much (thankfully) due to the insanely plush cushioning of the crib, but she did feel her "troubles" dispersing ever-so-slightly moreover. Things quickly seemed to slip past her though whenever she prodded at the flying colorful toys above, as though the baby could actually reach them. She started making inaudible cooing noises too, applying her knowledge about foals into the most authentic gibber-jabber she could muster. Sweetie may have had a bit of drool on the comforters at any point, but how would she have noticed when she lay on the softest crib mattress ever just waiting to be found out, scooped up and changed out of the messy she'd made.

By now she honestly hadn't minded it much, sitting in her own business and all, not as long as she believed Rarity would come and resolve it. She felt that she could never get enough of the floating mobile and its almost hypnotic until suddenly a familiar pressure stole her attention.

A devious reminder had snuck up on her that she'd have to go potty again. This time she only had to pee, but it was kinda obvious by now that coming out the crib to get to the bathroom wasn't an available option. She didn't plan on leaving her fluffy pillows and plush play pals soon either. As far as this toddler was concerned, she had her toilet with her wherever she was, she simply didn't require one anymore.

Sweetie Belle proceeded to then abuse the diaper on her bottom further as she let go on a personal flood, as if she intended to wet the very bed she had slept in. More importantly, she continued to coyly peruse a glittering star-shaped prize with an innocent curiosity while putting a little extra thought into babbling the proper gibberish words that babies used, which would come to drown out the sound produced by her bodily function.

Sweetie stay mystified at how the vivid colors reflected the sunlight onto her hooves, tinting them in different shades as they spun around slightly more by her air-prodding influence. Rarity must've designed it all herself, it was so-beautiful a sight, especially from the way it glistened all by itself. Where had this kind of lone joy been all her life? She felt totally relaxed, and found fun from something so simple it was impossible to think the moment were real.

It was about that time, when she really started to feel the moist warmth stuck in her fur, that she had no choice but to notice her diaper. Not that the thing couldn't hold up very well, honestly it was way larger than need be in the first place.

Now somewhat discolored with dampness on the outside, her once light and fluffy padding sort of weighed on her like a poorly placed saddlebag, starting to get a bit burdensome. On the down side, and quite to her dismay, her "problem" was quickly becoming more mushy than before. It was pretty clear, "well somepony is being a very messy little foal," she spoke about herself adding a few awkward giggles after the brief self-analysis. Indeed, she had paused playing with the hanging mobile for now and gave her diaper a single curious poke when, just then, a knock at the door caused her to shift focus.

"Hello, Sweetie Belle? May I come in?" chimes a wandering tone from behind the door.
No doubt it was her older sister's sweet voice.

Sticking to the mood, her response was an absent-minded "Okaaayy" with childish slur. Her heartbeat however was unsteadying faster than she'd grasp as she was trying to keep herself calm about it all, butterflies of anxiety became visible through her very appearance. She nervously shuffled positions loafing by the side railings. Frozen with eyes wide open, she simply watched the door handle turn its way and only then had she decided - she changed her mind.

Suddenly the filly seemed to leap from her trance, jumping up and leaning on the guardrails. "Wait! I-i mean..." the filly cried through her confines when it finally dawned on her the kind of state she was in. What would Rarity think seeing her as dirty as this? It was one thing to imagine being changed by her sister, according to how smoothly things last night went anyhow, but in reality, there was no telling how her sis was going to react. That kind of worried Sweetie Belle.

Unfortunately, the door was already part-way open before Rarity would hear the plea and pause. "Oh, my apologies dear I- uh-ahem..." she plugged her nozzle at the abrupt assault as she dropped her mouth's breath and tongue out in the form of a miserable faux-gag.

"*BLEH!* Pardon me but, Sweetie dear, what is that dreadful smell in here?" questions the fashionista, skipping the formalities of her better judgment on curiosity's behalf.

The filly completely forgot she was giving off a scent. She was being found out already and her ears slowly fell as she'd cower back down behind the railed guard. "umm..." Sweetie saw the image of her approaching caretaker-of-the-hour getting blurrier, so she lowered her sights downwards. "I-I'm sorry, Rarity," the filly yielded in advance as she subtly planted her rear back onto her messy end.

This might've been overreacting, though, the sudden change in tone from any elder is always enough to let Sweetie feel that she'd done something wrong. But Sweetie could rely on Rarity now couldn't she? She had no reason to fret when this was only expected of her now, right? Naturally, the littler pony needed to be taken care of by a bigger one; she tried to contain herself once more.

The mare waved a hoof rapidly in front of her face while scanning the space of four walls for an explanation. Thank heavens for plug-in air fresheners or else she didn't think she could stand another second in the room. Wait, "you said you're sorry? For what??" the mare questioned, not immediately finding out how her dearest child sibling and the horrid smell related.

As she approached however, when the little one had come clearer into view, Rarity dreaded she might've just understood why the filly was "sorry". She stood stiff as the thought hit her. "...Ahem... Uhm, Sweetie Belle...?"

The filly gave a small wince at hearing her name.

"Pleease tell me that this stench isn't coming from where I think it is!" pleaded the older unicorn with a slight forward crouch and worried look for emphasis. The two were then nearly at the same height, Sweetie being somewhat lower where she sat. Rarity could almost make out the sincerity of the filly's apologetic face, but it was difficult to tell with her head down. She watched as her baby sis simply nodded a small nod.

Fore-hooves in her lap and head heavy, she gave a little *sigh* as her gaze tilted to one end of the crib where Rarity was not in view, "yeeaah, it kinda is," again, Sweetie Belle slurred her speech. "I made a 'oopsie' big sis." She so childishly and calmly admitted, somehow feeling less ashamed putting it that way.

Rarity felt terrified with disbelief, wondering if this was a prank of some sort. Frankly, between how her sister's been wanting this baby treatment lately and her own sanity depleting per each nasal inhalation, she might've just believed the filly. She didn't want to imagine it, basing a forehoof as if to take a step back. A filly her age shouldn't ever be doing these things. It couldn't be, it mustn't be so. Perhaps Sweetie had fallen ill overnight; oh her poor sister.

After a moment's silence, Sweetie couldn't help but to look over for the response. A short glance told her that whatever she'd say next likely couldn't make the situation much better, but she had to give it a try. "Um Rarity?"

Said unicorn seemed to snap back into reality. "Are you gonna change me soon?" The filly imposed somewhat anxiously, nervous as though her world would fall apart if the answer were no.

For a second, the mare stared at the filly, once again believing her ears must've been failing her. Those few words had convinced her, however. At last she conceived, realizing now what this meant she had to do.

Her words seemed to spew out all at once, "Oh goodness Sweetie, how could you do this to me?" She muttered back rather dramatically.

"But Rarityyy-" Sweetie Belle whined aloud.

"-Sweetie Belle! I did you just one additional favor, one little change to your apparel for the night and you.. you-" she fumed indirectly at her sibling, as the filly's sights lowered themselves in self-reflection yet again.

The filly cried in self-defense, "-I didn't mean to!" as her teary-eyes shot back up.
A minority of guilt suddenly settling in, she wouldn't comprehend why it had to be her fault. She just knew it, she knew her big sis wasn't going to be here for her.

Not wanting to let her sister get the best of her, Rarity avoided face to face contact "I thought I'd let you try something different since I already redecorated the room, ON YOUR REQUEST!" She seemed to notice her sister's remorse and she swung herself in another direction, pacing the floor a bit. "Fitting as it was, I wasn't going to make a big deal over it. But I actually let you play the role of the baby for ONE NIGHT, Sweetie Belle, and what do you do!?"

"B-but I AM supposed to be the baby, aren't I?" she fussed. She didn't know what to say or what she wanted anymore. She wasn't able to think straight for an argument right now; the plush cushionings surrounding her with their soft colors made to calm young ponies, didn't help much. "It's not like I wanted to use my diaper."

Rarity scoffed, "Oh, for shame Sweetie Belle. Only you have control over that little body of yours!"

Sweetie sniffled and some silence followed after. That last comment struck her. "W-well..." Did her sister really think she'd done this on purpose?

"And of course you really expected that I'd just go along with things and change you right? Ugh, I can't believe you sometimes Sweetie Belle." she blurted matter-a-factly. "This is hardly the task for a mare such as myself as well you know!" switching subjects in a temper as she remembered her sister could soon get a rash this way.

"Honestly, I should leave you to find a way and change your own mess if that's how you wanna play." she proposed, masking how concerned she actually was as she realized the latches that held the crib's side in place. She started over to unlock one, and then the other.

What was happening? Her sister was going to help her after all. So Sweetie decided she'd keep a positive outlook, and try to explain herself. "Actually, big sis, I think I pooed when I was still sleeping..." the filly confessed with hooves rubbing together innocently. In return, Rarity had given her a glare of modest confusion.

"B-but I don't know why, that's the thing!" The little filly-foal flustered. Leaning over the lowered rail, Rarity noticed Sweetie's cheeks going red as her well-used nappy was came into view. Sweetie wiped the rest of her face dry with a forearm as the mare then proceeded to lift her out the crib.

Rarity held the filly up in plain sight, inspecting her condition to the fullest now that she was exposed. "Well Sweetie Belle, you know I must say, I didn't-ehem, think you had it in you so-to-speak." Rarity cheekily announced, failing at lightening the mood. Rarity had physically held her upwards herself, despite herself cringing much to do so, to prevent any more unwanted accidents. Her smirk went from cheeky to modest as she shifted Sweetie over to her side, "Asleep or not, to go ahead and go 'oopsies' all on your own, oh, you must be so proud of yourself!" she all but teased. Inside she was rather worried. Her poor baby sister must be suffering terribly to have to sit in that sort of mess.

The peaks of Sweetie Belle's forlorn frown were set ablaze in response. "Rarityyy," whined the small unicorn in her sister's arms before she'd been let down gently, landing hooves on the hardwood flooring of the up-stairs bedroom. At the very least she could console with her returned freedom to move about the home as she'd like. She didn't really mind her predicament at the tail herself, so long as her sister wouldn't embarrass her about it. She began to get a feel for trotting while carrying a small load, but it did more than keep her from walking perfectly as the diapers were already quite thick on their own.

"You know this is far from becoming of you young lady." she reprimanded from over her shoulder. "*sigh* Let's just get you into the bath before you catch yourself a rash or something, huh." with that, the mare was headed out the awful-smelling room. She'd have to get new air fresheners to fix that up and, "right," she turned around.

Spinning her own head after her sister, Sweetie watched as the windows were suddenly flown open with curtains drawn back. The smaller pony grinned a heavily sheepish smile, but chuckled nonetheless knowing she was the cause for the room's change of airs. Again, she hadn't smelled anything herself. "Come along Sweetie Belle," she heard.

Before she could follow Rarity out the room however, she stopped and faced back towards the crib once more with the feeling that she was forgetting something. A quick glance over at the side, she caught sight of a small object, bright and indifferent in colors; It was the pacifier that she slept with!

But how did she know that? Wasn't it supposed to be in her mouth when she woke up? She stood there staring at it puzzled for a few seconds as if the thing actually belonged apart from the whole baby themed setting known as her room. But when the realization had caught on, her eyes grew large in size. A part of last night she'd forgot about up until now had revealed itself. It must've fallen out of her mouth when she woke for that one moment in the middle of night, fidgeting and groaning over an acute pain in her stomach that got her up.

She remembered at one point baring thoughts of helplessness which brought her to a whimper. Being alone and surrounded by the crib railings when she really needed to go to the bathroom, but at the same time not wanting to bother her sister again for the night by any means, not after how much she'd done for her already that was. Nor had she wanted to spend the time and energy climbing out of it when her crib was just too darn comfortable to leave in the first place. She vividly remembered thinking on how only a foal would get themselves worked up over such nuisances. She recalled deciding on something, and of course, vaguely recalled having a sense of reassuring relief after said pain had already managed to ease itself... somehow... as she'd found herself wearily drifting back off to sleep by then.

Sweetie stood dumbfounded.

Was she really THAT lazy, she had to ask herself. To simply let herself "go" like that before ever starting to act on her own or, at the very least, think of what might happen later on as a result. Would it really have killed her just to call Rarity? Or... could it be that she would technically now be considered a foal, like a preschooler that doesn’t know when's the right time to go potty. Sweetie halted in thought as she fell flushed, her muzzle expression scrunched with half-concealed embarrassment as its sides preempted a bright magenta hue. 'No, it couldn't have been that!' She thought to convince herself, quite literally shaking her mind free of the idea before taking a turning step back towards the door. Softly she spoke to herself as sleepily as she had, trotting with the most awkward of movement "I guess that's why I'm still so *yawns* tired."