It didn't take for long Dizzy Twister to fall asleep, but true to her word she had left the door to her bedroom open slightly, just in case.
Scootaloo fell asleep pretty quickly as well, or at least she normally would've. But tonight was different. Scootaloo tossed and turned and turned and tossed about in her bed, but no matter how hard she tried she could not fall asleep. This frustrated her to no end, largely because she had no idea what was preventing her from sleeping.
With a groan of frustration, Scootaloo opened her eyes and sat up in her bed, a light crinkling noise reminded her of what was still taped to her rump. Her Rainbow Dash plushie lay off to the side of her pillow. Scootaloo glanced an eye to the clock on her bed stand, not even ten minutes had passed since her mom had turned out the light and left the room.
"What is wrong with me? Why can't I fall asleep?!" Scootaloo thought angrily to herself, as she moved her eyes left and right, and took in the sights of her room in the dark. The only sign of light (besides the light from Luna's moon) was a faint light at the end of the hallway outside her room.
Scootaloo tried to think of all the different reasons there could possibly be for her not being able to fall asleep. Maybe she had said something wrong and not apologized for it? Maybe she hadn't worn herself out enough, and still had some energy to burn off? Maybe she just wasn't used to sleeping in a crib with a diaper? Or maybe it was something that was beyond her control?
Scootaloo groaned in frustration once again "Why is this even a problem?!" She said out loud, even though she knew nopony could hear her and answer her question. "All that's changed is that I'm wearing a diaper. And from what Mom tells me, lots of ponies go to bed wearing them. So why am I still wide awake, when I should be asleep?!" Of course, the darkness offered no reply. Even if it could, Scootaloo was certain it wouldn't know the answer.
Sighing to herself, and deciding that there was nothing she could do, Scootaloo fell back onto her pillow and tried to fall asleep. It took a lot longer than it normally did, but eventually Scootaloo managed to drift off to dreamland.
Unfortunately, her sleep did not last long, before she was awoken by an all too familiar sensation in her bladder. It was now that Scootaloo remembered she had not gone to the bathroom since she had gotten home. Fortunately for the filly, the sensation wasn't very strong, so she could still focus on other things.
Slowly flapping her wings, Scootaloo began to hover into the air. She didn't let herself hover very high, both because she only needed to get high enough to clear the guard rails on her bed, and because the diaper weighed her down and made it hard to achieve enough lift to get off the ground. In fact, the weight of her diaper was so heavy that her tiny wings were only able to carry her just past the guard rails, before they could no longer hold her up.
Scootaloo hit the floor of her bedroom with a light thud. Fortunately, she landed butt first, and the poofiness of her diaper cushioned the blow. "I guess that's one good thing about wearing a diaper," Scootaloo thought to herself, as she slowly and carefully picked herself up "It gives me a soft cushion to land on."
Remembering what her mother had said earlier, Scootaloo made her way out of her bedroom. But as soon as she was out in the hall, she started to have second thoughts about where to go. Her mom's room was a ways down the hall, and the bathroom was on the opposite side of said hall.
Already, Dizzy Twister's rules from when the punishment had begun came creeping back to the front of Scootaloo's mind. "Rule number one, only I can remove your diaper. Rule number two, if at any point you take off the diaper without my permission, the length of the punishment will be increased." Scootaloo was now faced with a decision.
It was almost certainly possible that the sound of a toilet flushing would wake Dizzy Twister, and unless Scootaloo could put the diaper back on and get back to her room, her mom was certain to find out that Scootaloo had disobeyed her rules. And that would mean more time spent in diapers, something that Scootaloo didn't want at all.
But the sensation in her bladder told Scootaloo that she couldn't hold it in for much longer. And if Scootaloo went to get Dizzy Twister, the possibility of having an accident in the diaper would be significantly increased. Scootaloo cringed at the thought of wetting herself like a little foal, even if the only pony that would know about it would be her mother.
It didn't take long for Scootaloo to make up her mind about which option to take. "I'm not some potty training toddler, I can go to the bathroom all on my own!" Scootaloo thought boldly to herself, and turned and marched down the hall to the bathroom. She would worry about whether or not Dizzy Twister found out, if and when that situation presented itself.
In only a matter of seconds, Scootaloo reached the bathroom door. But by now, her bladder was practically screaming out to be released, and it took every ounce of control that Scootaloo had to keep herself from wetting her diaper. "Just gotta hang on for a little longer!" she thought, giving herself a mental pep talk, to try and encourage her bladder not to do what it wanted to do more than anything at the moment.
Scootaloo grabbed the knob of the bathroom door with her right hoof, and tried to turn it. But although she applied a good amount of force, the door knob did not budge even the slightest. Scootaloo tried again, this time with a little bit more force. Why was this even a problem? She'd turned this knob with her hoof several times before, so why was it now being so stubborn and uncooperative?
Mustering up as much as strength as she could, Scootaloo made another attempt to turn the knob. This time, it responded to her efforts with a slightly audible click, and slowly but surely the door was it attached to began to open with a creek. But because she had used so much force, Scootaloo felt her hoof slipping off of the knob, and before she could stop herself she ended up on the floor.
Scootaloo wasn't hurt, thanks largely in part to the diaper. But just as she was about to get back up and enter the bathroom, her bladder decided it had held back for long enough. Almost before Scootaloo realized it, she felt her diaper getting wet. The blue padding was slowly tinted yellow, and the clouds that were printed onto it began to fade. "Of course," Scootaloo thought unhappily to herself "My mom just had to have a brand of diapers with wetness indicators!".
In only a matter of seconds, Scootaloo's diaper wetting was finished. But Scootaloo didn't bother to move, knowing that the instant she did so, she would feel an incredibly uncomfortable squishy sensation on her butt. She was relieved that her diaper was only wet, but at that very moment, Scootaloo suddenly found herself wanting to cry.
Trying her hardest to hold back tears, Scootaloo began to think about what it was that was making her so upset. At first, she thought the answer was obvious, as she looked back at her rear end and saw her wet diaper. "The tears must be because I had an accident in my diaper, even after I tried to avoid using it. But if that's the case, why do I feel like crying so badly? This is not the worst thing that's ever happened to me. What's making me upset must be something from earlier, but what?"
It was then that Scootaloo started to think back to everything she had done since she woke up in the morning. She began to remember eating breakfast with her mom, walking to school with her, and apologizing to Diamond Tiara for attacking the rich filly. But all of those memories were happy memories, even the apology to Diamond Tiara. "Maybe it was something that happened at school?" Scootaloo thought, before quickly shaking her head. School had been pleasant enough. She could distinctly remember doing well in all of her class assignments, and even receiving some praise for her homework.
The memories of skydiving with her friends, though more filled with worry than enjoyment, still didn't seem like the source of her unhappiness to Scootaloo. Which only left the memories of her returning home, and being diapered and treated like a foal by her mom.
Unfortunately, Scootaloo now realized those memories were not very happy ones. She'd been understandably upset about the diaper punishment, especially once her mom had told her that the diapers were not to come off without permission. But since being diapered, Scootaloo had been acting rather distant from her mom. And now, Scootaloo was starting to realize that, she had probably been a little too upset with her mom for what she had done.
It was out of love, not embarrassment, that Dizzy Twister had diapered her. Scootaloo should've known her mom well enough to know by now that. And besides all that, she had offered Scootaloo a choice to not the take diaper punishment. But Scootaloo had accepted it anyway, as she had considered it the lesser of two evils. "How could I have been so blind?!" Scootaloo thought angrily to herself, finally letting the tears flow without end. Ordinarily, Scootaloo was not one to let others see her cry. The last time she'd done so, had been when she felt that she had let everypony down, by not being able to fly for the flag carrying routine.
Scootaloo had not been crying for very long, when a familiar amber hoof reached out and touched her lightly. Scootaloo looked up, and sure enough, there was Dizzy Twister.
"What are you doing out of bed, sweetie?" Dizzy Twister asked, although she already knew the answer. Being a mother meant that you learned to pick up on certain social cues and body language. Not to mention, the wet diaper her daughter was wearing was a clear sign of distress.
"I, had to go, but I couldn't get the bathroom door open. When I finally did, I fell and accidentally released into my diaper." Scootaloo said softly, her voice barely audible over the sounds of her crying.
"It's okay, it was just an accident." Dizzy Twister replied, shushing her daughter and lightly rubbing her backside with a hoof.
"I know." was all that Scootaloo could bring herself to say. She wanted to apologize, she wanted to say that she was sorry for being so distant, but the words wouldn't come out. They died on her tongue.
"Do you, still have to go?" Dizzy Twister asked thoughtfully. Scootaloo just shook her head. With that question answered, Dizzy Twister bent down and scooped Scootaloo up in her hooves. It had been a while since she'd last done this.
Scootaloo tried her hardest to get her crying to stop on its own, as she was carried back to her mom's bedroom. Unfortunately, telling yourself not to cry only worked so well, and a few tears were still trickling down Scootaloo's face, as she was lightly placed onto a changing mat next to her mom's bed.
Dizzy Twister wasted no time in untapping the wet diaper, and she quickly bailed it up and tossed it into a trash bin. With that done, she took some wet wipes and went back and forth with them until her daughter's coat was spotless again.
As soon as the wet wipes were discarded, Scootaloo gulped and decided to ask her mom a question. A question that she almost couldn't believe she was asking. "Can you, put another diaper on me?" She asked nervously, then quickly tried to save face by adding "Not that I'll actually need them, or anything."
Dizzy Twister smiled and said in reply "Of course I can. You didn't even have to ask, though I'm certainly glad that you did." She went over to where the pack of diapers was located and pulled another cyan colored one out from the bag. Just like with the last one, it had clouds and rainbows printed on it, and had rainbow colored stripes on the cyan colored tapes. Taking a canister of foal powder, Dizzy Twister sprinkled some of its contents onto Scootaloo, before taping up the new diaper. With the changing process complete, Dizzy Twister helped her daughter to raise off of the changing mat, and stand on her hooves again.
"So, are you... mad with me?" Scootaloo asked her mom, her facial expression making it clear she almost didn't want to say it, out of fear of the inevitable response.
But Scootaloo was quite surprised when Dizzy Twister replied "Now why would I be mad with you, my little Scootaloo?" In a tone of voice so sincere and so loving, that Scootaloo thought for sure that it couldn't be real.
Scootaloo's face was twisted into a state of shock that she never would've thought possible before. Surely, there was no way what she'd just heard was true. "But, I disobeyed your rules, and didn't come to you when I had to go."
"I'm well aware of that fact," Dizzy Twister said, her face seeming to have something of a half smile and half frown on it. "But you never actually took off your diaper. Even if you had, I would've understood and let it slide, just this once."
Scootaloo breathed a much needed sigh of relief, as she felt a huge amount of guilt finally leave her system. But not all of her guilt had disappeared, and she knew that there was still something she had to do in order to correct that. Taking a deep breath, Scootaloo looked her mom in the eyes, and said the words that she knew she had to say "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" Dizzy Twister asked. Was it Scootaloo's imagination, or did the way her mom looked at her imply that she already knew what Scootaloo was about to say?
"For being so distant after you diapered me earlier." Scootaloo said, concluding her apology. As she did so, she felt the last of her guilt disappear for good. But now, the rest was up to her mom. However her mom responded, Scootaloo was going to have accept as a consequence of her behavior.
Much to Scootaloo's surprise, her mom did not reply with harsh words or a stern lecture. She merely scooped her daughter up and embraced her in a hug. Scootaloo returned the hug without much hesitation, and both mother and child shared their affection for a moment. No words needed to be said, they understood each other perfectly.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, Scootaloo," Dizzy Twister spoke up, when the hug ended "I don't blame you for acting the way you did. It was a situation that would've made anypony your age uncomfortable at first."
"But you did give me a choice between the punishments." Scootaloo quickly replied. There was no way her mom could've forgotten that fact, right?
"That is true," Dizzy Twister said, as her face formed the biggest smile it could possibly form under the circumstances. But the smile did not last long, before Dizzy Twister regained her composure and said to her daughter "Now, I think we should get you back to bed."
"But I'm not tired." Scootaloo protested, as a massive yawn escaped her mouth.
Dizzy Twister just chuckled lightly, as she guided her daughter back to bed and tucked her in.
"Mom, can I ask you something?" Scootaloo yawned, once she was tucked into her bed, and had curled up with her Rainbow Dash plushie.
"Of course you can." Dizzy Twister smiled, and removed her hoof from the light switch. She looked at her daughter, and waited for her to ask about whatever it was that on her mind.
"I'm a big pony, right?" Scootaloo asked bluntly.
Dizzy Twister was surprised and confused by the question, but she still maintained a straight face as she replied "Of course you are, my little Wonderbolt. Why do you ask?"
Scootaloo seemed to freeze up for a moment, as if she had not been expecting a reply of any sort. Then, in a tone of voice so soft it could rival Fluttershy, she said "It's nothing, never mind."
Despite the distance, and the fact that her daughter was hiding her face behind the sheets, Dizzy Twister could easily notice the blush on Scootaloo's face. "Are you sure it's nothing, my little Scootaloo?" she asked, as if she could tell that Scootaloo was trying to hide something.
"I'm sure." Scootaloo said softly.
Dizzy Twister decided not to press any further than she already had. She just smiled and in her most gentle tone of voice she said "Well, if something is troubling you, don't hesitate to tell me." And she bent down, and lightly kissed her daughter on the forehead.
"Will do. Goodnight, Mom." was all that Scootaloo decided to say, and it was all that needed to be said. A few seconds later, she closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
Dizzy Twister smiled a motherly smile, as she observed her daughter sleeping like a baby. "Goodnight, my little pony." Dizzy Twister called softly, as she turned off the bedroom light. She then headed back to her bedroom, and quickly fell asleep as well.