Scootaloo gasped when she saw the spirit hold what looked like a Wonderbolts themed diaper, "Is that what I think it is? And is she going to do what I think she's going to do?" Scootaloo asked as the spirit floated closer to the fillies who were now trapped in the room.

Scootaloo was laid down by the spirit on her back. But before the spirit put the diaper on, Scootaloo tried pleading with it. “You don’t have to do this. I’m not a little foal, I swear! I haven’t needed diapers since I was five!”

And just like a small, little foal would do in protest, Scootaloo tried kicking at the spirit in front of her. Unfortunately for the pegasu, her legs just went through the spirit and didn’t even phase her.

"If you continue that, I might have to give you a small spanking on your bottom and then it'll be timeout for thirty minutes!" The spirit warned, before grabbing some powder and spraying it all over Scootaloo's butt. She then grabbed the Wonderbolts theme diaper and laid it flat on the ground.

"Please, please don't put that on me! I'm NOT a Foal! I don't even wet the bed anymore, I'm way past that. I really don't need to wear them, we are both potty trained!" Scootaloo pleaded, hoping the spirit would stop this nonsense.

Sweetie Belle simply nodded in agreement.

The spirit looked at Scootaloo with confusion. "If you're potty trained, then why did you wet yourselves just a few seconds ago?” She asked, pointing to a pee stain on the floor next to the gate, "That's not what a potty trained filly would do, you would have gone potty but instead you went pee pee on my floor. So I’m afraid it's back to diapers, at least until your parents pick you up.”

Scootaloo started to sweat and gulped. "I...I didn't know I peed myself. Honest.” But it seemed the spirit wasn’t listening, and the filly thought to herself. “We can't escape from this, this spirit really knows what she's doing. But we at least have to try to get out before she tries taking us out in public like this!” Then her thoughts were interrupted as the spirit put powder on her bottom, while Sweetie Belle just sat and watched.

"You two are just so fussy today, but it's okay. If you behave like good girls, I might consider giving you some ice cream and cookies for dessert. But that’s only if you two get five stars on our good behavior chart." The spirit replied, and pointed at a chart which was right next to the crib.

Once the diaper was snuggly around Scootaloo, the spirit put little baby booties on both her hooves. "I'm putting these on you just in case to be honest, I don't trust you to not take off that diaper or not have accidents. Now you go play with some toys while I diaper your friend, it shouldn’t take long." She instructed and pushed Scootaloo away a little bit.

The spirit then did the same thing with Sweetie, but her diaper was purple with small little dots on them. Once Sweetie was padded up and ready, the spirit put some booties on Sweetie as well and carried her to Scootaloo *who was playing with some blocks she found).

"Okay foals,” The spirit explained. “I realized I never told you my name. You two can just call me Honey Sugar or Mrs. Sugar. And if you need anything like a bottle of warm milk or whatever, just let me know and I'll take care of you,” She said and left the room, but peeked in to say one more thing. "Oh, and don't try to escape. You wouldn't want the potty monster to come and eat you, now would you?" She asked and galloped away to clean everything up.

"Huh? Potty monster? What do I look like, a one year old?" Scootaloo asked and went back to playing with blocks as there wasn't much else she could do. But she also observed the room she was in, looking for a way out. "Even if we don't make it out our parents will try to find us… I hope." She said to herself, a little afraid that she and Sweetie Belle would be stuck here forever.

Sweetie Belle simply played around with her diaper, making it crinkle as she did. "These are so soft! Why do I like it? I mean, this whole thing could be worse." She said, apparently not too bothered about wearing diapers again.

Scootaloo looked at Sweetie Belle and facehoofed. "Sweetie Belle, I don't want to be stuck here in this diaper forever! And my mom will get worried if I don't get home by tomorrow. She's going to think we got kidnapped, which we kinda did. We’ve gotta get out of here, now!" She declared before waddling her diapered bottom to the next room, which thankfully had absolutely no gate.

Just as Scootaloo got onto a cabinet, however, the spirit came back with two bottles. She gasped when she saw one of her babies trying to open the window! She put the bottles on the table, rushed over, and grabbed Scootaloo while rocking her back and forth. "Oh you poor, poor baby. How silly of me to leave you all alone with just your friend for company. Of course you’d miss me. But it's okay, Mommy is here to protect you now.” She cooed, cradling the foal before she put Scootaloo back down in the same room as Sweetie Belle.

"That was very naughty, little one! I specifically told you not to escape! You could’ve gotten hurt!" The spirit scolded in the same way a mother would scold her child. She proceeded to lock the door even though it should’ve been impossible in her transparent state. She also made sure there was absolutely no way for either of her foals to get on top of anything else and locked every window as well.

Then Mrs. Sugar came back to the foals, picking up Scootaloo and giving her a few small, quick swats on the diaper. "There. Now say you’re sorry, little one. Or do you want time out next time?" She asked and waited for an apology, but she never got it. In fact, she got something much worse.

Scootaloo felt her frustrations boiling over. Now she was ready to blow off steam and so she yelled in complete anger! "I will not apologize, I’m not putting up with this horseapples any longer! Now release us at once and go to Tartarus, you bucking crazy mare!" Scootaloo yelled, receiving a gasp from everyone in the room!

The mare was surprised a foal at such a young age knew that sort of language, how could she have learned it? How bad of a life at home was she having? So many questions. But those were for another time and place as she simply sighed. "Okay, my foal. I don't know how you know how to use that language but…" She promptly grabbed Scootaloo and spanked her little tush about three times. These weren’t the swift swats from earlier but they weren’t too hard either.

They still stung for Scootaloo though, especially since afterwards she was carried to another room and lowered into a crib that she swore she was too big for, but strangely fit into just fine..

"You can sit there, and think about what you have done you naughty foal," Mrs. Sugar sternly scolded, then she put a onesie over Scootaloo, one that would normally fit a foal and surprisingly was able to fit Scootaloo well as he her diaper poked out with a bulge.

"Goodnight baby, be good. And Mommy hopes you feel better tomorrow." Honey Sugar cooed. She left a foal light on over the crib, then turned off the rest of the lights and closed the door, leaving Scootaloo in silence.

Scootaloo thought in silence for a moment. "Oh no…. What have I done?! Now Sweetie Belle is alone with that spirit!" She exclaimed aloud, before noticing a bottle of milk next to her. Maybe a drink could help her, she was pretty thirsty now that she thought about it.

Without a second’s hesitation, Scootaloo picked the bottle up and started suckling on its nipple, drinking every last drop as the warm goodness traveled down her throat. She soon finished, threw the bottle next to the door and yawned, "Why am I suddenly feeling sleepy?" She asked herself, and ended up falling asleep within a few minutes.

Author's Note

If you are wondering who Honey Sugar is she's a character I used in another story called Mistaken for a Foal, a character. I rarely use.