Dizzy Twister smiled, when she observed how cute her daughter looked.
Scootaloo, for her part, made a pouty face. She hated how the diaper felt, it was bulky and hugged her rump tightly, and whenever she moved it gave off a crinkling noise to remind Scootaloo of its presence. The only positive to it was the design, the diaper was a bright shade of cyan and had clouds and rainbows printed all over it. As for the tapes, they were a matching cyan with rainbow colored stripes to help them stand out.
"I can't believe I'm actually wearing this stupid thing," Scootaloo thought to herself "Only babies wear diapers, and I'm not a baby!"
"Alright, Scootaloo. Listen carefully," Dizzy Twister spoke up, commanding her daughter's attention "This punishment comes with a few important rules. Rule number one, only I can remove your diaper."
"What?!" Scootaloo gasped, her mouth popping open in shock "But then, how am I supposed to go to the bathroom?!"
"You just need to come get me before you go, and I'll remove the diaper," Dizzy Twister explained "Once you're finished, let me know and I'll put it back on."
Scootaloo folded her hooves across her chest. "Maybe I should've just chosen to be grounded for a month," She thought unhappily to herself "At least then I wouldn't have to put up with rules like this."
Dizzy Twister cleared her throat, and continued to speak "Rule number two, if at any point you take off the diaper without my permission, the length of the punishment will be increased. For now, it'll only last for the rest of this week, and I hope you won't force me to make it longer than that."
Scootaloo wanted to protest that rule, but she decided against it. Compared to rule number one, rule number two seemed a little bit more fair. Even so, she didn't like it at all. "Are there any other rules?" she reluctantly asked.
Dizzy Twister nodded "Rule number three, if you misbehave, you will be given a time out. And if you move at all from your designated time out area, there will be serious consequences. Do I make myself clear?"
Reluctantly, Scootaloo replied "Yes, Mom. I understand." Then she let out a sigh.
"Good," Dizzy Twister smiled "Now why don't we go downstairs and-" Just then, the doorbell rang.
Scootaloo, forgetting for a moment about the diaper around her rump, raced to the door and opened it! Instantly, she was greeted with the sight of Featherweight.
Featherweight took one look at the undergarment Scootaloo was wearing, and immediately tried to resist the urge to laugh. An effort that quickly turned out to be futile, as he laughed and laughed for what seemed to feel like forever. Poor Scootaloo couldn't help but blush, and suddenly wished she was a lot smaller.
"Trying on a new look, Scootaloo?" Featherweight teased, a few more chuckles escaping his mouth.
"S-shut up! It's not funny!" Scootaloo protested, barely able to get the words to come out.
Featherweight said nothing for a few more minutes, he just kept laughing and laughing. At last, he regained his composure and tried his best not to look at Scootaloo's 'fluffy cloud' (which was easier said than done considering its color).
"Oh, hello Featherweight," Dizzy Twister greeted, appearing in the doorway. "How unexpected of you to drop by. What brings you this way?"
"Well I..." Featherweight began, awkwardly coughing a little bit. "...I was just passing by and thought I'd see if Scootaloo could come out and play."
"Well, that's very nice of you," Dizzy Twister replied sweetly. "But I'm afraid she's going to be very busy for at least the rest of this week."
Featherweight was about to ask what Dizzy Twister meant, but one look from Scootaloo's eyes told him he was better off not knowing. "Well then, I'll just... stop by when this week is over." Featherweight said, slowly backing away.
"Hey, Featherweight!" Scootaloo called, catching the colt's attention before he could go very far.
"Do you want something from me?" Featherweight asked, still trying not to look at what Scootaloo was wearing.
"Just do me a favor and don't tell anypony about this, please," Scootaloo pleaded. "It's going to embarrassing enough as it is. I don't need other ponies teasing me about it, or worse."
"No problem. Your secret is safe with me, Crinkleloo." Featherweight replied, and then he ran off chuckling lightly to himself.
"Crinkleloo? Ugh, I hate that nickname!" Scootaloo thought to herself, as her mom closed the front door.
"Alright, Scootaloo," Dizzy Twister began, clearing her throat "Why don't you play with some toys, while I get dinner ready?"
Scootaloo shrugged "Sure, I guess," then a thought struck her that she had to express "You're not gonna make me play with things like rattles, are you?" She nervously asked.
"Not unless that's what you want to play with." Dizzy Twister smiled.
"Regular toys are fine with me." Scootaloo quickly replied. The less foalish stuff she had to endure, the better the punishment would be for her.
"Very well, but if you change your mind don't hesitate to let me know." Dizzy Twister smiled sweetly, and instructed Scootaloo to follow her. Scootaloo reluctantly obeyed, and the two ponies made their way through the house, until they stopped in the living room.
To Scootaloo's relief, scattered across the living room were all of the toys that she loved to play with. Including her Rainbow Dash plushie, which had been hoof made for her by Rarity.
"Can I trust you to stay in this room until your dinner is ready?" Dizzy Twister asked Scootaloo.
"Sure, whatever." Scootaloo shrugged, turning her attention to the Rainbow Dash plushie she held in her hooves. She was determined to try and forget about the diaper taped to her rear end, at least for a little while.
Dizzy Twister said nothing more, and went into the kitchen to occupy herself with preparing her daughter's dinner.
Scootaloo quickly occupied herself between alternatively playing with her Rainbow Dash plushie, and playing with her other toys. Trying to ignore the fact that her mom had essentially trusted her with playing in a makeshift playpen.
Minutes ticked by faster than they ever had ticked by before, and soon Scootaloo could hear her mother calling out. "Dinner is ready, come and get it before it gets cold."
Reluctantly, Scootaloo put down her toys and Rainbow Dash plushie, and trotted to the kitchen. The added bulk of the diaper gave her movements a slight waddle, a waddle that Dizzy Twister found really cute, but Scootaloo just found annoying beyond all reason. "I don't know how much longer I can put up with this." Scootaloo thought to herself.
Fortunately for Scootaloo, Dizzy Twister allowed her to sit in a regular chair. Scootaloo was certain she would've died of embarrassment if she were forced to sit in a high chair. "What's for dinner, Mom?" Scootaloo asked, trying her best to ignore how strangely comfortable her diaper felt when she sat down.
Dizzy Twister's response was to push a bowl of a thick substance, with steam rising from it to show that it was probably still a bit hot, in front of her daughter's face.
"Oatmeal? Really?" Scootaloo complained.
"Now, Scootaloo. You're a growing filly, and you need your nutrition." Dizzy Twister said seriously, taking a seat next to her daughter.
Even though oatmeal was better than foal food, Scootaloo wasn't happy. She stuck out her tongue and made a face to show how much she disliked it. Oatmeal was for breakfast, not dinner.
Dizzy Twister took no notice of Scootaloo's pouty face, and simply nudged the bowl of oatmeal closer to her daughter. "Go ahead, Scootaloo. Eat up." Dizzy Twister encouraged with a smile.
Scootaloo folded her hooves across her chest and turned her head. "No. I'm not eating that." She protested.
"Oh yes you are," Dizzy Twister replied, trying not to giggle "I'm not making anything else tonight, and you're certainly not raiding the fridge after I go to bed."
"I don't care, there is no way I'm eating that oatmeal, and you can't make me." Scootaloo said stubbornly.
"Oh yes I can," Dizzy Twister said, her mood changing from sweet to serious in the blink of an eye "If you won't eat it yourself, you'll leave me no choice but to spoon feed it to you like a baby."
If Scootaloo was at all worried about what her mom had just said, she didn't show it. She just turned back around, looked her mom in the eyes, and said "You're bluffing." But just a few seconds later, she felt a spoonful of oatmeal enter her mouth. She tried to say something, but with a metal spoon in her mouth that was impossible.
"Scootaloo, if there's one thing you should know by now, it's that I never bluff when it comes to dinner time." Dizzy Twister spoke up, as she removed the spoon from her daughter's mouth.
Scootaloo reluctantly allowed herself to savor the oatmeal, as is traveled down her throat. In a matter of seconds, Scootaloo felt her taste buds being overwhelmed with sweetness! It was now that she remembered the fact that her mother always made the best oatmeal. "I can't remember the last time I had anything that tasted this good." Scootaloo thought to herself.
"So, Scootaloo. Are you going to eat the rest of your oatmeal by yourself, or am I going to have to feed it to you?" Dizzy Twister asked, her mood changing from serious back to sweet. Her question was answered just a few seconds later, as she watched her daughter eagerly help herself to the oatmeal placed in front of her.
Dizzy Twister giggled lightly, as she observed her daughter devour the oatmeal like no tomorrow. In the process, a few small smudges of the oatmeal found their way onto Scootaloo's face. "I almost forgot how much of a messy eater she tends to be." Dizzy Twister thought to herself, as she left her seat at the table, and retrieved a rag for later.
The bowl of oatmeal was emptied in a matter of minutes, and as soon as it was empty, Scootaloo unintentionally let out a small belch. "Excuse me." she said quickly.
"You're excused." Dizzy Twister laughed, as she set to work on wiping her daughter's face clean with the rag she'd retrieved earlier. Despite frequently moving about, Dizzy Twister was able to clean Scootaloo's face without any trouble. Once that was done, Dizzy Twister placed the empty bowl in the sink and quickly rinsed it out.
Once dinner had ended, Scootaloo waddled back to the living room, and resumed playing with her toys and Rainbow Dash plushie. But just a few seconds into playing, she was surprised to see her mom heading upstairs. "Where are you going?" Scootaloo asked.
"There's something I need to get ready for you before bedtime." Came the reply from Dizzy Twister.
"What is it?" Scootaloo asked excitedly.
"Can't tell you, it would ruin the surprise," Dizzy Twister told her daughter "Can I trust you to stay down here and play with your toys until I'm done?"
"Sure, I can do that. I guess." Scootaloo shrugged, turning her attention back to her playthings. But even as she quickly became absorbed in playing pretend (and imaging herself to be Rainbow Dash), her thoughts kept drifting towards the surprise her mother had in store for her. "I wonder if it has anything to do with the diaper I'm currently wearing?" Scootaloo thought to herself, now wishing that she had to take a bath tonight, as a bath would mean that the diaper would have to come off. The diaper wasn't as annoying to wear as Scootaloo had initially thought it would be, but she was getting tired of having to walk about with a slight waddle.
The hours ticked by slowly. Aside from hearing occasional hoofsteps or wing flaps coming from upstairs, Scootaloo's playtime passed in silence. Every time she moved about, she would be reminded of what was fastened to her rump with a crinkling noise that Scootaloo was all too familiar with by this point.
At last, just when Scootaloo thought that perhaps her mom had fallen asleep, she could hear the sound of hoofsteps coming down the stairs. She knew what was coming next.
"Alright, Scootaloo. Your surprise is ready." Dizzy Twister lovingly called, unable to keep herself from smiling at how cute her daughter looked playing with her toys.
Scootaloo quickly grabbed her Rainbow Dash plushie, and followed her mom upstairs and down the hall. The two pegasi stopped outside Scootaloo's bedroom. Waiting just on the other side of the door, was Scootaloo's surprise.
"What's my surprise going to be?!" Scootaloo eagerly asked, looking up at her mom.
Dizzy Twister just smiled and said "You'll see in a moment." And with that, the door to Scootaloo's bedroom was opened.
Scootaloo looked all around her room, but at first glance she didn't see anything that hadn't already been there when she'd left it earlier in the day. Then she looked at her bed, and she was surprised when she saw that her mom had taken the liberty of putting up guard rails on either side of her bed. Effectively turning it from a bed into a crib.
"Is... this my surprise?" Scootaloo asked her mom.
Dizzy Twister nodded "You don't mind, do you? If you do, I can take them down after tonight."
Scootaloo was about to speak up and say that she didn't like the guard rails, but then she remembered that she'd been having problems with rolling out of bed at night. Her mother had assured her it was a natural thing that happened to a lot of pegasus colts and fillies, as a result of their wings growing and gaining more flight power. If the guard rails would keep her from rolling out bed, she reluctantly wouldn't mind them. "The guard rails can stay up." she reluctantly said.
Dizzy Twister smiled the biggest smile she had smiled all day as she said in reply "Excellent!" and helped her daughter into bed. Once Scootaloo was nice and snug, and the covers pulled up neatly over her diaper, Dizzy Twister leaned down and kissed her daughter lightly on the forehead. "Goodnight, Crinkleloo." she said lovingly, as she quietly made her way to the light switch.
"Mom!" Scootaloo complained. It was bad enough that Featherweight had called her that embarrassing nickname, she didn't want her mom calling her that as well.
"Just kidding, Scootaloo," Dizzy Twister replied softly, as she turned out the light "Remember, if you need anything, just come and get me. I'll leave my bedroom door open, just in case." And with that, Dizzy Twister closed the door to her daughter's bedroom.