For the next few days, Scootaloo just rolled with the punishment, and the rules that came with it. She made no further efforts to argue against it, and co-operated as best she could.
Dizzy Twister was glad to see that her daughter wasn't acting so distant, but as time went on, she noticed that something seemed to be bothering Scootaloo. At a glance, it would be hard to tell, but Dizzy Twister had known her daughter long enough to be able to pick up on certain cues.
In this case, Scootaloo's occasional tensed expression, coupled with a concerned glance every now and then, provided enough evidence for Dizzy Twister to conclude that Scootaloo was trying to hide something from her. Something that she felt was rather embarrassing, and thus ashamed to admit.
Dizzy Twister tried her best to gently nudge her conversations with her daughter towards that unknown something, in the hopes of finding out what it was. But each time she tried, Scootaloo would redirect the subject of conversation, thus preventing Dizzy Twister from pinning down the source.
The days passed. But as the punishment drew to a close, Dizzy Twister was nowhere closer to finding what her daughter was trying to keep hidden, or why it bothered her so much.
But as it would soon turn out, there was no need for Dizzy Twister to attempt any further probing. For, as Dizzy Twister gently tucked her daughter into bed for what was to be her last night in diapers, Scootaloo spoke up. "Mom." she said nervously, her eyes reflecting a look that seemed to express she wasn't truly sure she wanted to say anything else.
"What is it, sweetie?" Dizzy Twister asked, lowering herself to her daughter's level and flashing a smile to try and ease the tension. Whatever it was her daughter wanted to ask, Dizzy Twister could sense that it made her very anxious.
Scootaloo gulped, and swallowed a lump in her throat as if she had not been expecting a reply. "Do you think that, maybe, once my punishment ends tomorrow, we could do it again, to some extent?" she asked her mom.
"Whatever do you mean, Scootaloo?" Dizzy Twister replied innocently, and lightly rubbed her daughter's back with a hoof.
"Well, I was thinking that, maybe you could diaper me, and I'd act like a foal. Just a little bit," Scootaloo explained "I'd only do things like suck on a pacifier, or sleep in a crib, and maybe even waddle a bit if it makes you happy."
Dizzy Twister was more than a little surprised by what her daughter had just asked her, but tried her best to keep a straight face. Her daughter had taken a big risk by confessing this desire to her. So the least she could do, was treat it seriously. "Scootaloo, you don't have to do this just because you think it will make me happy," she said in a gentle tone, as she continued to rub her daughter's back "I only want what's best for you. If this isn't something you want to do, I don't want you to think that I'm encouraging it, because I'm not."
"I don't want to do it because I think it will make you happy, though I think you wouldn't mind it," Scootaloo said lightly, as she tried to bury her face into her bed sheets. She was starting to wish she hadn't spoken up, and just kept her line of thinking to herself. "I don't really know why I want to do it, it just sounds…. nice, I guess. I know it's not normal, and I'm perfectly okay with not acting on it if you're not comfortable with the idea. In fact, forget I said anything, it was all just a stupid idea to begin with! You probably hate me for even bringing it up!"
Dizzy Twister quickly pulled back the bed sheets, thus preventing her daughter from trying to hide her face away. Then, taking a deep breath, she said "Scootaloo, look at me! Look at me, very close!"
Scootaloo (who was trying her hardest not to seem upset or on the verge of tears) reluctantly obeyed.
"I could never hate for you something like this, not even the slightest. In fact, I'd say you were very brave to tell me how you were feeling." Dizzy Twister said seriously.
"You really think so?" Scootaloo asked, her eyes reflecting a look that seemed uncertain whether or not to believe what she'd just heard.
"Of course I do, my little pony," Dizzy Twister replied with a motherly smiled "I promised I would always love you, no matter what. And that is a promise I intend to keep til the day I die!"
"So then, you'd really be okay with me doing all of that?" Scootaloo asked, then quickly saved face by adding "Not that I'd really do it all that often, or anything. It'd more be more of an occasional pastime than anything else."
"However and whenever you want to do it is completely up to you, my little Wonderbolt," Dizzy Twister said, as she carefully tucked her daughter back in "But we can worry about that tomorrow. For now, just go to sleep, and we can discuss this more in the morning."
"Sounds good, I suppose," Scootaloo replied, yawning a bit "Goodnight, Mom."
"Goodnight, my little Scootaloo. Sweet dreams." Dizzy Twister called softly, as she turned off the light and closed the door.
The next morning, Dizzy Twister was a bit surprised to see Scootaloo walking downstairs in her cyan colored diaper, when she was certain that Scootaloo would have rejoiced in being able to take it off. But she quickly remembered the conversation that she had shared with her daughter last night, and her surprise look faded for a moment.
But the surprised look returned in full force, when Dizzy Twister saw Scootaloo seat herself at the table, instead of rummaging through the cabinets in search of a sugary cereal, like she always did.
"So, what's for breakfast?" Scootaloo asked her mom, snapping Dizzy Twister out of her confused state for good.
"Well, what would you like to eat?" Dizzy Twister asked, although she was certain she already knew the answer.
"Pancakes!" Scootaloo cheered "I mean, that's perfectly okay with you, right?"
"Of course it is, my little Scootaloo," Dizzy Twister smiled, as she rose from her seat at the table, and went to fetch the ingredients necessary to make a stack of pancakes. "Any preferences?"
"Whatever flavor you wanna make is fine, though I am kind of in the mood for chocolate chip pancakes today." Scootaloo suggested, licking her lips in anticipation.
"Very well then, chocolate chip pancakes it is!" Dizzy Twister said, but before she started baking, she walked over to her daughter and told her "I've got a surprise for you, and I think it's one you're going to like."
"Oh boy, what is it?!" Scootaloo asked eagerly, barely able to contain her excitement. Her diaper giving off a series of audible crinkles as she moved about.
"Close your eyes, and don't open them until I tell you to, okay?" Dizzy Twister instructed.
"Okay, I can do that!" Scootaloo replied, and did as she was told. She found it surprisingly hard to keep her eyes closed, but she managed. She was quite surprised when she felt something rubbery be inserted into her mouth. "Is this what I think it is?" she thought to herself, the anticipation racing through her mind.
"Alrighty, Scootaloo, you can open your eyes now!" Dizzy Twister declared.
Scootaloo did so, and instantly noticed that a pacifier rested firmly in her mouth. It was sky blue in color, neatly complimenting her diaper, and it featured The Wonderbolts printed onto it in an art style not unlike that of a newspaper cartoon. She wanted to cheer and say "Thank you, Mom!" but she couldn't, because of the pacifier.
"Now, you just suckle on that pacifier, and I'll get your pancakes ready, okay?" Dizzy Twister said to Scootaloo.
"Okay." Scootaloo replied, her voice muffled behind the pacifier, and thus forcing her to speak in something of a lisp. A lisp that she found embarrassing, and yet enjoyable.
Dizzy Twister, for her part, cheerfully hummed a little tune in her head, as she made the pancakes. Being a single parent, she was no slouch in the kitchen, and in only a matter of minutes, the pancakes were ready. With an expertly timed flip, Dizzy Twister effortlessly moved the pancakes from the pan, to a plate.
Scootaloo pulled the pacifier out of her mouth, and set it carefully aside so that it wouldn't get all dirty, as the plate of pancakes was set in front of her.
Before Scootaloo could even think about eating her pancakes, however, she was qutie surprised when her mom walked besides her and pulled back her diaper. "What are you doing?" Scootaloo asked.
"I'm just checking to make sure you don't need a change. I wouldn't want you to get a rash." Dizzy Twister explained, as she found that Scootaloo's diaper was dry and clean.
"I'd let you know if I needed a change," Scootaloo replied "If I decide I want to use my diapers, which I don't think I will. At least, not intentionally."
"Whatever makes you happy, Scootaloo." Dizzy Twister said cheerfully.
With the embarrassment of a diaper check over, Scootaloo could now focus on eating her pancakes in peace.
But, when Scootaloo reached out a hoof to cut up her pancakes, she was stopped by the amber hoof of her mom. "Ah, ah, my little Scootaloo. Foals aren't allowed to use knives, they could hurt themselves." Dizzy Twister replied sweetly, sitting herself next to her daughter at the table.
"But Mom, I'm hungry!" Scootaloo pouted.
Dizzy Twister giggled at her daughter's playfulness, already she was starting to slip into the role of a foal, at least a little bit. She seemed to be slipping out of it as much as she was slipping into it. "I know you are, my little foal. Just relax, and let your mommy feed you." And when Scootaloo didn't protest, Dizzy Twister took that as a sign that her daughter was willing to play along, for at least a little bit longer.
Using the knife and fork, Dizzy Twister cut the pancakes into small pieces, and offered each piece to Scootaloo, who eagerly devoured them without a second's hesitation. In the process, drips of maple syrup found their way onto her coat, as did traces of butter, and even a few pancake crumbs.
Needless to say, by the time Scootaloo had finished her pancakes, her face was a mess. It wasn't hard for Dizzy Twister to notice it, and it was of little surprise to Scootaloo, when her mom retrieved a rag to clean her face. "At this rate, I think I'm going to have to get you a bib, Scootaloo. It's a miracle that none of that stuff landed on your diaper." Dizzy Twister commented.
"Sorry, Mom. I'll try to eat more carefully, next time." Scootaloo apologized, as she put the Wonderbolts pacifier back in her mouth and suckled on it. She then carefully got up from her seat at the table. Since it was a weekend, she didn't have to worry about school. And with the possibility that her friends were grounded, it was unlikely that there would be any Cutie Mark Crusaders meetings that she would have to attend.
Dizzy Twister, for her part, kept one eye on her daughter, as she washed off the dishes, and the frying pan. So far, what little playtime she'd gotten with her daughter had been enjoyable.
But Scootaloo seemed uncertain about how far she wanted to go with all of this. This wasn't too big of a deal for Dizzy Twister though. "Whatever boundaries Scootaloo sets down, I have to respect. She took a big risk in confessing this desire to me, the least I can do is not make her feel uncomfortable." she thought to herself.
It didn't take long for Dizzy Twister to find out what boundaries her daughter wanted. The rules for the ageplay sessions that they delved in quickly became as follows:
1. For as long as her mom was around, and for as long as Scootaloo was comfortable with the idea, she was to wear her diapers at all times while in the house.
2. Scootaloo was allowed to sit in a normal chair, and feed herself, but only if the food didn't require knives and forks to be consumed. If it did, her mom would feed her.
3. Scootaloo could take bathroom breaks, just as long as she made sure to put her diaper back on when she was done. She didn't want a changing table in her room though, so if she needed a change, she would have to ask her mom.
4. Dizzy Twister didn't expect Scootaloo to talk like a foal all the time, or even call her "Mommy", but she at least expected Scootaloo to suck on her pacifier, and occasionally waddle if nopony else was around.
5. Whenever Scootaloo took a bath, Dizzy Twister would be in charge of taking off her diaper. And if Scootaloo wanted the bath to be a bubble bath, or wanted any bath toys to play with, she just needed to ask.
6. Dizzy Twister could tuck Scootaloo in whenever she wanted, but unless Scootaloo gave permission, Dizzy Twister was not allowed to sing her lullabies.
7. Scootaloo refused to go out in public while diapered, even if it was only to play in the yard. Dizzy Twister couldn't force her to diaper up outside the house.
8. The rules could be tweaked at any point, if Scootaloo decided there was something she wanted to change, or something that Dizzy Twister had permission to modify.
9. This rule was the most important rule of all! The roleplaying could end at any time, if Scootaloo felt that she was no longer comfortable with the idea of being a foal. And if so, Dizzy Twister had no right to force Scootaloo to continue to act like a foal.
With those rules in place, Scootaloo and Dizzy Twister experimented little by little with everything that ageplay to offer. At least, within the perimeters of the rules they agreed upon when starting out.
But as time passed, Dizzy Twister began to notice that Scootaloo seemed to want something more than just simply occasionally acting like, and being treated like, a foal.
It seemed obvious, to Dizzy Twister at least, that her daughter wanted someone who would be willing to play with her. Someone that either shared her newfound "interest" or at least wouldn't be too disturbed by it.
Rather than just make that assumption, however, Dizzy Twister decided it would be best to approach her daughter about the possibility of a playmate, and see what she thought.
"You're all nice and clean, my little athlete," Dizzy Twister said with a loving smile, as she finished wiping and powdering her daughter "You can get back to playing now."
"Thank you, Mom." Scootaloo replied, suckling on her pacifier, as she was set on the carpeted floor of her bedroom. She proceeded to waddle over to the Wonderbolt figurines that rested near the foot of her bed.
For a moment, Dizzy Twister didn't say anything else. She just put away her diaper changing supplies, and let her daughter occupy herself with playing with her toys. But a moment later, Dizzy Twister cleared her throat, thus attracting her daughter's attention. "I can't help but notice, that you want to have somepony else to play with. Preferably, somepony your age." she said to her daughter, trying her best to gage a response.
Pulling the pacifier out of her mouth for a moment, Scootaloo responded by saying "You noticed?" to which Dizzy Twister nodded "Well, I'm not really sure. I guess I would like to have a playmate, but I don't know if there's anypony who's even remotely used to seeing me like this. Let alone, somepony who's not bothered by it."
Dizzy Twister paused, and put a hoof to her chin. She had assumed this was likely what had prevented Scootaloo from expressing the idea earlier, but it was not a roadblock that could be easily overcome. She thought about all of the friends her daughter knew, and tried to consider which one of them, if any, was most ideal for this situation.
It took a few minutes, but Dizzy Twister eventually came to the conclusion, that there was only one pony that could fit the criteria. Somepony, who had actually seen Scootaloo diapered. Granted, it wasn't intentional, but it still counted.
"How would you feel, if I talked with Featherweight's parents, about arranging for Featherweight to come over for a playdate?" Dizzy Twister asked her daughter.
"You think they'll actually agree?" Scootaloo replied.
"Well, if it were just a normal playdate, I'm sure they'd say yes in a heartbeat," Dizzy Twister smiled, before a more serious look took its place "But this isn't going to be a regular playdate. The only way I'll know for sure what they think, is to tell them my intentions, before I make any arrangements. If they refuse, then there's nothing more that I can do. Assuming, of course, that you want a playmate."
Scootaloo wasn't sure what to say, she was still conflicted about how she felt in regards to all this ageplay stuff, and now she had to consider the possibility of sharing it with one of her friends. It was times like this, that made Scootaloo wish she had never said anything in regards to the diapers. But, it was too late to take it back now.
"Featherweight is a nice colt," Scootaloo thought to herself "And he already somewhat found out about all of this. Would it really be that bad, if he came over for a playdate, just this once, so I could see what's it like?"
Reluctantly, Scootaloo plucked up courage and told her mom "I guess Featherweight can came over, assuming his folks say yes. Just do me a favor though-"
"Of course, Scootaloo. What is it?" Dizzy Twister asked.
"Make sure he doesn't tell any of his friends about my secret, I don't need everypony at school finding out!" Scootaloo insisted.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure that Featherweight swears to secrecy," Dizzy Twister promised "Considering he hasn't blabbed about seeing you in a diaper, I think it's safe to say he knows better than to just expose secrets the first chance he gets."
"Ah, Miss. Twister, welcome." Featherweight's father greeted. From a distance, it was easy to see where Featherweight got his dashing good looks from, he truly was the spitting image of his father. Except for the eyes, for whereas Featherweight's eyes were a moderate dark yellow, his father's were a bright green. His cutie mark was a pair of boxing gloves, indicating that he used to be a professional boxer. Small wonder he was also the father of Bulk Biceps.
"We're always glad to have you over." Featherweight's mother added, she was the opposite of her son in appearance in every way except the eyes. Her coat was a dark brown, her mane and tail fluffy white in color and styled into a set of ponytails. Her cutie mark was a baseball, and it was no secret that she had been a skilled home run hitter for Ponyville's team back in her heyday. But that was before she'd become the stepmother of Bulk Biceps, and before Featherweight had been born.
With little hesitation, Dizzy Twister accompanied the two pegasi into their home. Despite their species, they chose to live on the ground in Ponyville, rather than up in Cloudsdale. Their house reflected their desire to live a simpler life, as was evidenced by the wooden floors, and alternating blue and yellow stripes on the walls.
"I was just fixing some tea, would you like some?" Featherweight's mother asked Dizzy Twister.
Deciding that a cup of tea would calm her nerves, and thus make it easier to express her intentions, Dizzy Twister accepted the offer.
"So, you said there was something 'sensitive' you wanted to discuss with us?" Featherweight's father spoke up, as he, his wife, and Dizzy Twister, sat at the kitchen table.
Dizzy Twister was hesitant for a moment, as she tried to consider how to best approach the topic. This was the part she'd known was going to be difficult, and part of her even considered not mentioning it, and just scrapping the idea of Featherweight being a playmate.
But the moment faded, and reluctantly Dizzy Twister cleared her throat and said "There's no easy way to mention this, but my daughter has a... shall we say 'interest' in acting like, and being treated like… a foal."
Featherweight's parents were silent, neither of them said anything. They just looked at Dizzy Twister, their eyes reflecting back their uncertainty about the subject. They clearly didn't like the idea, but it didn't seem like they were directly opposed to it either.
At last, Featherweight's mother broke the silence and said to Dizzy Twister "Well… that's… unusual, I suppose. And you shared this with because?"
Dizzy Twister tried her best to not look like a bug under a microscope. Now she knew how her daughter felt while debating whether or not to mention her desire. Doing her best to stay calm and collected, Dizzy Twister replied with "My daughter has been longing for a playmate, and I wish to give her one. Since your son unintentionally caught my daughter in a diaper a while back, I assumed that he would be the best pony to fill that role. I didn't want to do this behind your backs, because I know I would be furious if you were doing something like that with my daughter, without my permission."
Featherweight's father immediately spoke up in protest "I appreciate you being honest with us, Miss. Twister, but I have no desire to see you treat our son like a little foal. I'm not going to pretend I understand why your daughter wants to act that way, or why you let her indulge in it. I personally don't see the appeal, and I am grateful you haven't taken your daughter out in public like that."
"I personally don't see any harm in you and your daughter doing it from time to time, in the privacy of your own home," Featherweight's mother added "But Featherweight is the responsibility of my husband and I, and we would rather he not be treated in such a way. He is a growing colt, and this is hardly the sort of thing he should be getting involved in."
Dizzy Twister was a little bit unhappy with the response she'd received from Featherweight's parents, but knew that they were perfectly justified in their line of thinking, and thus decided not to argue with them. "I figured you would probably feel that way," she said to the parents "I will respect your wishes, and leave Featherweight out of this." And with that, Dizzy Twister got up from her chair.
But just as she was about to leave, Dizzy Twister (along with Featherweight's parents) heard a voice cry out "Wait, don't go! I want to help!"
Everypony in the kitchen turned to look, and they were surprised to see Featherweight standing in the hallway.
"Featherweight! What did I tell you about eavesdropping on other ponies conversations?!" Featherweight's father scolded.
"Sorry. I know I wasn't suppose to, but it concerned Scootaloo," Featherweight apologized "I couldn't just ignore it. She's my friend, and I want to help her!"
"Featherweight, your idea of help isn't necessarily the sort of help Scootaloo needs right now," Featherweight's mother protested "You know very well what sort of 'help' Dizzy Twister has in mind, and your father and I have already made it clear we don't want you getting involved in it!"
"But I WANT to help Scootaloo, really I do," Featherweight pleaded "If all she needs is a playmate, I'm willing to take on that role. I know it involves diapers, and being treated like a foal, but that doesn't concern me. Right now, one of my best friends needs my help, and I'll be darned if I stand by and do nothing!"
Featherweight's father sighed, his son was quite persistent. Reluctantly, he turned to Dizzy Twister and said "Would you excuse us for a little bit? I believe my son and I need to have a little talk about his priorities."
Dizzy Twister nervously waited as patiently as she could, while Featherweight and his parents discussed and debated his intentions to be Scootaloo's playmate. Seconds ticked by, then minutes.
At last, after almost fifteen minutes had passed, Featherweight and his parents came back into the kitchen. A massive smile was plastered onto Featherweight's face, while his parents bore a look of exhaustion and concern.
Featherweight's mother was the first one to break the silence. With a sigh, she told Dizzy Twister "We have reluctantly decided… that Featherweight can be Scootaloo's playmate, at least for the time being."
Dizzy Twister was surprised to see Featherweight's parents change their opinion, but still replied by saying "Thank you very much, I promise I'll take good care of Featherweight. And I guarantee that the only other pony who will know about this, is my daughter."
"See that you keep your word!" Featherweight's father warned "I want you to promise me that you will respect any and all boundaries that my son sets down. If, at any point, he decides he's had enough, you can't force him to continue playing! If you go back on that promise, there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?!"
"Indeed you do, and you have my word that I will not betray your trust," Dizzy Twister promised "If Featherweight doesn't want to do something, he doesn't have to."
Featherweight cheered "Oh, thank you, Miss. Twister! So, when can I come over?"
"How does tomorrow afternoon at one o'clock sound?" Dizzy Twister asked "You can stay as late as sundown if you want to, but you can go back home earlier if that's what you want."
"One o'clock in the afternoon is perfect! I'll just have to let my big brother know that he can come pick me up at your place!" Featherweight replied, and eagerly raced away to tell his older brother the news.
The next day, as the time for the playdate drew near, Scootaloo started to feel nervous, well more nervous than she normally did while wearing her diapers. She really wasn't sure how she felt about her mom inviting Featherweight over for a playdate, even if her mom asked for her permission first.
Featherweight had kept his promise, and not told anypony about the fact that Scootaloo occasionally liked to wear diapers and be babied by her mom, Dizzy Twister. But inviting him over for a playdate made Scootaloo feel uneasy.
It wasn't like Scootaloo had a crush on Featherweight, he was a good colt, but Scootaloo just didn't feel anything for him besides friendship. But the idea of having any of her friends or classmates over while she was in diapers made Scootaloo uncomfortable.
Dizzy Twister took notice of her daughter's stressed look, and knew she needed to do something to calm her down, before Featherweight arrived. Fortunately, she had just the thing to do the trick. She bent down to her daughter's level and asked "Would you like me to get your Wonderbolts pacifier for you to suck on? That always calms you down."
Scootaloo didn't reply with words, she just nodded slightly. She was still sorting out her feelings for all of this ageplay stuff, and didn't know how far she wanted to go with it.
Dizzy Twister left the living room, and returned a few seconds later with the Wonderbolts pacifier. After making sure it was nice and clean, she offered it to her daughter.
Scootaloo accepted the pacifier, and began to suckle on it lightly. A faint blush formed on her cheeks, as her mom cooed at how adorable she looked.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Dizzy Twister and Scootaloo were both certain they knew who it was.
"That must be Featherweight now." Dizzy Twister said with a smile, and after making sure her daughter had taken the pacifier out of her mouth (and had retreated to her bedroom), she went over to the door and opened it.
Sure enough, there stood the little gentlecolt. And he seemed rather cheerful and friendly. "Hello, Miss. Twister. Is Scootaloo around?" he asked politely.
"She sure is, come on inside," Dizzy Twister replied, and guided Featherweight inside before closing the door behind him "Thank you again for agreeing to be a playmate for my daughter. This has been a difficult time for her."
"No problem, Miss. Twister. I'm really looking forward to trying out this ageplay," Featherweight said eagerly "So, where's Scootaloo now?"
Dizzy Twister just smiled and said to Featherweight "She should be upstairs in her room, it's the third door down the hall after climbing the stairs. But before you go up there, we need to get you diapered, so you don't have any accidents. That's okay with you, right?"
"Of course, I'm all for helping out a friend." Featherweight replied.
"Good, just making sure." Dizzy Twister replied, and she quickly whipped out a changing mat and instructed Featherweight to lay down on it.
Featherweight eagerly obeyed, and that was when Dizzy Twister pulled out a sky blue diaper with white clouds printed all around to serve as wetness indicators.
"Now, hold still, Featherweight. I'm pretty good at diapering, but it'll go much quicker if you don't squirm around." Dizzy Twister instructed in a kind tone of voice.
"Can do." Featherweight promised, and true to his word he remained as still as a statue, while Dizzy Twister put the diaper on him and taped it up, then sprinkled in some foal powder.
Scootaloo was in her room, resting in her makeshift crib while holding her Rainbow Dash plushie tightly for comfort.
Her heart began to race, as she heard the familiar sound of her bedroom door being opened. A few seconds later, Featherweight strolled into the room, all diapered up and ready to play.
Scootaloo took a deep breath, this was it, there was no turning back now. Reluctantly, she climbed over the guardrails of her crib, and sat down on the floor with her poofy bottom, producing an audible crinkle. "So….. shall we play?" she asked Featherweight, after hesitating for a moment.
"I'm ready when you are." Featherweight replied, as he inserted the Wonderbolts pacifier into Scootaloo's mouth.
Dizzy Twister smiled, as she observed the scene from the doorway. Her little Scootaloo was playing with Featherweight, and both of them seemed to be enjoying themselves enormously.
"Featherweight really is a gentlecolt, Scootaloo is lucky to have him for a friend," Dizzy Twister thought to herself "And Featherweight's older brother is quite the stallion. I might just have to see if he's available for a date, he'd make an excellent step-father for Scootaloo."
"So, Scootaloo, do you wanna play with these Power Ponies play figures I brought over?" Featherweight asked Scootaloo, as he placed said figures on the floor of Scootaloo's bedroom.
Scootaloo was still sucking on her Wonderbolts pacifier, so she didn't say anything, she just nodded.
"I was hoping you'd say yes," Featherweight said cheerfully, as he moved the Humdrum figure over to Scootaloo "Here's how we're gonna play. I'll be The Power Ponies, and you can be Humdrum. It'll be just like that one comic where Humdrum was replaced by a spy. How's that sound?"
Scootaloo nodded in response. Even though she could still talk through her pacifier, she decided not to. The thought of speaking with a muffled lisp was too embarrassing for her, even considering everything else she was doing. She didn't mind it so much when it was just her and her mother, but doing it in front of one of her friends was something she couldn't bring herself to do. At least, not right now.
If she needed to talk, she would take out the pacifier. And for right now, she didn't have to talk, she just focused her attention on playing with Featherweight, and tried to ignore everything else.
Featherweight couldn't help but smile, he always felt that Scootaloo was a lot more adorable when she was silent. Not that he felt anything for her besides friendship, right now he wasn't really interested in looking for romance. Romance was for his older brother, Bulk Biceps, and his parents.
"Why did you call this meeting, Masked Matterhorn?" Mistress Marevelous complained "I was in the middle of an important training session!"
"I must say, you do have a tendency to call meetings at the most unusual of times." Radiance commented.
"Just hurry up and make it quick, I wanna see if I can beat my track record, again!" Fillisecond said, spouting off words a mile a minute.
Masked Matterhorn cleared her throat and said to her fellow Power Ponies "It has come to my attention, that we have a mole among us!"
The Power Ponies all gasped (except Humdrum, who remained silent for some reason).
"A spy?! How can that be so?!" Zapp demanded.
"Oh goodness, I don't know how we didn't notice this sooner. Who's the spy?" Saddle Ranger asked nervously.
"Unfortunately, I don't know who it is, but it's one of us!" Masked Matterhorn said grimly.
"The question is, who?" Radiance asked.
"Well, it can't be me! I've been in the training room all day long, haven't stepped one hoof outside except for this meeting!" Mistress Marevelous spoke up.
"I can vouch for her, I saw her there this morning, that was before we went on assignment!" Fillisecond replied "And I know I'm not the spy, I'm way too fast for anypony to catch, and nopony else talks the way I do!"
"She has a point," Radiance agreed "And for the record, I too wish to deny the accusation of being a spy. Nopony else has my unique gift and ability to create things the way I do, you've seen me in action enough times to know that."
"The spy cannot be me! I have been patrolling the skies of Maretropolis all day," Zapp added "And I am the only one who can control the necklace of storms."
"Oh gosh, I don't think I'm the spy. I mean, you all saw what happened to me when we were taking down that crime syndicate earlier." Saddle Ranger nervously protested.
"Well, I know it's not me! My elemental powers can't be copied by anypony!" Masked Matterhorn quickly said "Which means there's only one pony left in this room that could be the spy."
All eyes fell on Humdrum, who had remained suspiciously silent since the meeting had been called. In fact, none of his fellow Power Ponies had heard him say a word for the past several hours.
"What's the matter, Humdrum? Got something you want to say?" Mistress Marevelous asked, as all eyes fell on the Power Ponies faithful sidekick.
Humdrum said nothing, he just shook his head.
"Well then, maybe my golden lasso will force some answers out of you!" Mistress Marevelous said seriously, as she pulled out her trusty weapon and quickly used it to tie up Humdrum.
"Alright, talk! Who are you, and what have you done with the real Humdrum?" Masked Matterhorn asked "Talk now, or forever hold your peace!"
Humdrum, or at least whoever was disguised as him, finally said in a girlish tone of voice "You'll never find him! I've hidden him away somewhere, per The Mane-iac's instructions, and I'm under strict orders not to tell anypony where that is!"
"It's not like it matters, you're lousy at being a mole." a familiar masculine voice spoke up, emerging from the shadows. Everypony recognized it at once as Humdrum.
Alright, my little ponies, it's time for lunch!" Dizzy Twister called, as she opened the door to her daughter's room.
"Aw, and we were having so much fun." Featherweight said playfully.
Scootaloo, for her part, was silent (despite having taken The Wonderbolts pacifier out of her mouth a short time ago to speak as the mole disguised as Humdrum). She knew what was coming next.
"Before we go anywhere though, I'll need to check your diapers. Wouldn't want either of you to get a rash." Dizzy Twister said in a motherly tone.
Both Scootaloo and Featherweight fully co-operated, as Dizzy Twister pulled back their diapers, both of which gave off a squishing sensation.
"Oh my, it seems you're both very wet. It's a good thing I checked on you both when I did." Dizzy Twister added, as she then led the two ponies to her bedroom. After pulling out a changing mat and setting it next to her bed, Dizzy Twister asked "Who wants to get changed first?"
Scootaloo, reluctantly, raised her hoof before Featherweight did.
"Alright then, my little Wonderbolt, let's get you all nice and clean." Dizzy Twister said with a motherly smile, as she booped her daughter lightly on the nose. She then instructed Featherweight to wait outside, so as to give Scootaloo some privacy.
The changing process was fast, and it wasn't long before Scootaloo was in a fresh diaper. "Thanks, Mom." she said, as she was placed on the ground.
"You're welcome, Scootaloo," Dizzy Twister replied, and turned her attention to Featherweight "Okay, Featherweight, it's your turn now. Scootaloo, go wait outside for a little bit."
Featherweight co-operated just as well as Scootaloo had, and it was only a matter of seconds before he too was in a clean diaper.
"Thank's for cleaning me up, Miss. Twister." Featherweight said politely, after all, both his parents and his brother had raised him to be a gentlecolt.
"Now, before we have lunch, do either of my foals need to use the potty?" Dizzy Twister asked.
Scootaloo and Featherweight looked at each other for a moment, then they both said at the same time "Nah."
"Alright then, just give me a second to wash my hooves, and we'll head downstairs," Dizzy Twister smiled, and headed for the bathroom "I hope you don't mind peanut butter and zap apple jam sandwiches."
"Hey, those are my favorite!" Featherweight said excitedly.
"No kidding? Well, I guess it's a good thing my mom made them then." Scootaloo replied, as she and Featherweight waited for Dizzy Twister to return.
When Dizzy Twister came back, she led both Scootaloo and Featherweight downstairs to the kitchen. Sure enough, two plates of carefully cut up slices of peanut butter and zap apple jam sandwiches rested on the kitchen table.
Scootaloo sat at one end of the table, and Featherweight sat at the other end. Before they were allowed to eat, however, Dizzy Twister took the liberty of tieing bibs around their necks. "Wouldn't want either of my little ones to make a mess." she said cheerfully.
Since the sandwiches could be eaten without silverware, Scootaloo didn't have to worry about her mom feeding her, and wasted no time in devouring the slices one by one. Although these peanut butter and zap apple jam sandwiches were not as delicious as the ones Apple Bloom usually shared with Scootaloo, they were still highly enjoyable.
Featherweight was surprised to see Scootaloo eat so sloppily, but quickly realized it was just how she liked to act during this ageplay stuff, and decided to join in on the fun.
In only a matter of minutes, both plates of sandwich slices were completely devoured, leaving nothing but empty plates and full stomachs. In the process, both Scootaloo and Featherweight had gotten their faces full of traces of peanut butter and zap apple jam.
Dizzy Twister giggled, as she observed just how messy the two were. "Goodness, those bibs were a good idea. Wait right here, while I go get some rags to clean your faces." she instructed. Both Scootaloo and Featherweight obeyed, and both co-operated perfectly when Dizzy Twister cleaned them up.
After lunch was finished, Dizzy Twister set to work on cleaning up the dishes, leaving Scootaloo and Featherweight to play some more.
In addition to playing with the Power Pony figures, Scootaloo and Featherweight played with some of the Wonderbolt figurines that lay scattered around Scootaloo's bedroom. As it turned out, said figurines also came with a miniature stadium that they could race in. And Scootaloo and Featherweight delighted in pitting various Wonderbolts against each other in the mini arena.
Scootaloo and Featherweight were having so much fun, that they almost didn't notice when Dizzy Twister strolled into the room, and with a motherly smile said "Okay, my sweet little angels, it's time for your naps."
"Ah, but Mom, Spitfire is just about to beat Fleetfoot across the finish line!" Scootaloo protested, holding up the Spitfire figurine.
"You mean, Fleetfoot is about to beat Spitfire," Featherweight teased, holding up the Fleetfoot figurine "After all, Fleetfoot is the fastest Wonderbolt of them all!"
Dizzy Twister continued to smile, as she said to the two young pegasi "Well, you can finish your race later. But for now, it's time for all good little foals to take their naps. Otherwise, they get cranky."
"But I'm not tired!" Scootaloo and Featherweight protested at the same time, as Dizzy Twister quickly checked their diapers, finding them both clean and dry.
"Maybe not yet, but you will be very soon," Dizzy Twister said in a voice as soft as silk, as she tucked them both in the makeshift crib. Fortunately, it was big enough to accommodate them both. "Would you like me to sing a lullaby?"
"No thanks, I think we'll be just fine without one." Scootaloo quickly replied. The last thing she wanted right now, was for her mother to start singing to her in front of somepony else. The idea was too embarrassing for her.
"Alright then, sweet dreams to you both. I'll be back to check on you when nap time is over." Dizzy Twister called softly, as she turned off the bedroom light, and closed the door.
Featherweight soon drifted off to sleep, and Scootaloo, after a few minutes of hesitation, nodded off as well.
Scootaloo jolted up in her makeshift crib in a cold sweat, panting furiously and screaming at the top of her lungs. Her heart felt ready to jump out of her chest due to how fast it was beating. She looked all around, and quickly realized she had suffered a horrible nightmare, causing her to breath a sigh of relief.
But her relief lasted for only a moment, as she felt her diaper give off the most unpleasant squishing sensation. She sniffed the air, and plugged her nose at the foul smell. Looking down at her diaper, she could see that it had been heavily used, no doubt due to the nightmare she had endured.
Scootaloo tried her best to remain calm, but was unable to keep herself from crying. She had messed her diaper like a little foal, all because of some stupid nightmare.
Scootaloo's sobbing woke Featherweight, and already he could smell the source of her distress. But he tried his best to not let it bother him, right now, his friend needed support.
"What's wrong, Scootaloo? Bad dream?" Featherweight asked, as he put a hoof around Scootaloo's shoulder. He hated seeing her so upset.
Scootaloo could only respond with a nod, as she continued to sob.
Just then, Dizzy Twister came into the room, and turned on the light. "What's wrong, my little Scootaloo? Did you have a bad dream?" she asked, as she approached her crying daughter. The smell didn't seem to bother her even the slightest, though Featherweight suspected that might not be the case.
"Y-yeah, it was a really bad one. You shoved all kinds of things up my butt and they hurt!" Scootaloo told her mom, as she continued to cry her eyes out.
"Well, it must've been quite the nightmare, your diaper looks like it's about to burst!" Dizzy Twister commented, as she noticed just how full her daughter's diaper was.
"I didn't mean to use it, it was an accident! I swear! Please don't stick those things up my butt!" Scootaloo pleaded, visibly shaking in horror, even as her mom rocked her back and forth a little.
"I would NEVER do such things to you, Scootaloo! You know that better than anypony else!" Dizzy Twister said seriously "Now, let's get you cleaned up, my little Wonderbolt, before your diaper starts to leak.
"What about me, Miss. Twister?" Featherweight asked.
"Featherweight, why don't you use the potty, while I tend to Scootaloo. I don't want you to have an accident as well." Dizzy Twister suggested.
"Okay, I can do that." Featherweight replied, and after climbing out of the makeshift crib, made his way to the bathroom, closing the bathroom door behind him.
Now that the two of them were alone, Dizzy Twister wasted no time in pulling out a changing mat and closing the door to Scootaloo's bedroom. In no time at all, she was able to remove the wet and messy diaper, wipe her daughter's coat until it was spotless, powder her, and then put a new diaper on her rump and tape it up.
"T-thank you, Mommy." Scootaloo said, once the changing process was complete. She rarely called her mother that, and she only did so when she felt insecure or frightened. And this was one of those times, her nightmare had shaken her to the core.
"You're more than welcome, my little Crinkleloo. Mommy promises she'll always love you, no matter what," Dizzy Twister said sweetly "And she promises that she will never stick anything up your butt that makes you feel uncomfortable! If anypony tries to touch you there, or in any other place that you're not comfortable with, you tell somepony you can trust!" She then picked her daugher up, and began to rock her back and forth, until she had calmed down.
Featherweight returned a short time later, and what he saw when he was allowed to enter Scootaloo's bedroom, was enough to make him jealous, just a little bit.
Dizzy Twister was cradling Scootaloo in her arms, smiling sweetly at her, and just generally trying to comfort her badly shaken daughter. Scootaloo, for her part, was no longer crying, but she still seemed a bit on edge. As seconds passed, however, she slowly returned to normal.
Once Scootaloo had calmed down, and was no longer crying, Dizzy Twister asked her daughter "How would you like a nice relaxing bath to help you feel better? It will certainly help to wash off the stink."
"I guess a bath would be good," Scootaloo said, in a voice that sounded a bit gravely. No doubt, she had worn herself out from crying, and her body needed time to recover. "Can you make it a bubble bath, please?"
Dizzy Twister smiled "Of course I can, my little Scootaloo. Just give me a minute to wash my hooves."
"Uh, Miss. Twister?" Featherweight asked "Can I take a bath with Scootaloo?"
Dizzy Twister paused for a moment "Well, I don't know, Featherweight. Sleeping in the same crib as my daughter, and playing and eating with her while diapered is one thing. Taking a bath with her is another."
"Please? I promise I'll behave. I won't splash her, or put soap in her eyes, or anything like that." Featherweight pleaded.
"I don't see any harm in letting me take a bath with me, it's a bubble bath, he won't be able to see anything." Scootaloo added.
Dizzy Twister considered that statement, and then she said "Very well, I guess Featherweight can take a bath with you. But he'll have to wait until after I've put you in the tub. And when you get out, he'll have to look away until I put a towel around you. Same goes for you when I'm getting him out."
"Don't worry, Miss. Twister, I won't peak. And I know Scootaloo won't either." Featherweight promised.
"Good, I'll hold you to your word then." Dizzy Twister said seriously, and went to go wash her hooves. When she was done, she trotted over to the bathtub and turned on the tap. She put her hoof into the water to make sure it wasn't too hot, or too cold. Then, she trotted over to the bathroom cabinet, and pushed aside the various toiletries, until she found what she was looking for. A large, pink colored container that read: Bathtub Bubble Fun Mix and had a picture depicting a fictional pony made out of bubbles.
"Alright, my little ponies, bath time!" Dizzy Twister called from the bathroom.
Scootaloo trotted in first, and quickly noticed that the bathtub was not only filled with bubbles, but with various bath toys like rubber ducks, toy ships, and plastic whales (as well as various other aquatic animals).
"I thought I'd take the liberty of putting in some toys for you and Featherweight to play with," Dizzy Twister smiled "You don't mind, d you?"
"Of course not, they're alright." Scootaloo replied, as her mom helped her out of her diaper, and set her in the tub.
"Okay, Featherweight, you can come in now. Scootaloo, make sure you look away until Featherweight is in the tub." Dizzy Twister instructed, as Featherweight entered the bathroom.
Scootaloo obeyed, and made sure her head was turned away from the bathroom door.
Dizzy Twister quickly removed Featherweight's diaper, and set him in the tub next to Scootaloo. "You can look back now, Scootaloo." she called, and Scootaloo turned her head back to where it had been a short time ago.
Both Scootaloo and Featherweight quickly occupied themselves with playing with the various bath toys. But they still fully co-operated when Dizzy Twister shampooed their manes and tails, as well as their wings.
When the shampooing and bathing process was completed, Dizzy Twister sat on the lid of the toilet, and let Scootaloo and Featherweight play in the tub for a little while. She smiled, as she watched her daughter playing happily, without a care in the world. Considering how much her daughter tended not to display such emotions openly, it warmed Dizzy Twister's heart considerably.
Featherweight seemed to especially enjoy putting a bunch of bubbles under his chin and pretending he was Santa Hooves. This sort of thing was enough to make Scootaloo laugh.
But all good things must come to an end eventually, and such was the case as Dizzy Twister eventually rose from the lid of the toilet, reached over the tub, and pulled out the drain plug. "Alright, you two, bath time's over. Time to get out." she declared, and lifted Scootaloo out of the tub (after making sure Featherweight's head was turned). She quickly wrapped her daughter in a towel, then instructed her to look away while she got Featherweight out of the tub.
Once Scootaloo and Featherweight were dried off, Dizzy Twister prepared to put their diapers back on. But before she did so, she asked "Do either of you need to go potty? Once I put your diapers on, there will be no more potty breaks until dinner time."
"I'm good, thanks for asking though." Featherweight replied.
Scootaloo was about to say the same, but that was when she felt a familiar pressure in her bladder "I have to go." she said, trying her hardest not to blush.
"Okay then, Featherweight, go back to my room and wait for me there," Dizzy Twister instructed "I'll be along shortly to put your diaper back on."
"Alright, Miss. Twister." Featherweight politely responded, and walked out of the bathroom, thus giving Scootaloo some privacy.
"Will you be okay using the potty by yourself?" Dizzy Twister asked her daughter, as she was seated on the toilet.
"Yeah, I'll manage just fine. I can even wipe myself," Scootaloo said, trying her best to not look embarrassed "Can you go fetch my Wonderbolts pacifier, so I have it to suck on when you put my diaper back on? I didn't get a chance to suckle on it since I woke up from my nightmare."
"Of course I can do that, Scootaloo," Dizzy Twister said sweetly "Remember, if you need any help, just call." And with that, she left the bathroom to tend to Featherweight.
The rest of Scootaloo's playdate with Featherweight passed in the blink of an eye, at least for Dizzy Twister. She was happy to see, that as time passed, her daughter slowly began to grow more comfortable wearing a diaper and acting like a foal in front of one of her friends. This was exactly what she had hoped would happen when she first proposed finding a playmate for her daughter.
Just after Dizzy Twister had finished cleaning Scootaloo and Featherweight's faces, following a delicious dinner of homemade hay burgers and hay fries, the doorbell rang.
"That must be your brother, Featherweight," Dizzy Twister said with a smile "That means it's time for you to go home. Do you need any help taking off your diaper?"
"Thanks but no thanks, I can take it off by myself." Featherweight insisted, and trotted up to the bathroom to do so.
With Featherweight occupied, Dizzy Twister turned her attention to Scootaloo and said "Scootaloo, make sure you stay out of sight until I say otherwise. That is, unless you want Bulk Biceps to see you like this."
"No way! Featherweight catching me in a diaper is bad enough! If Bulk Biceps finds out, I'll die of embarrassment!" Scootaloo insisted, and disappeared up to her room.
With her diapered daughter safely out of sight, Dizzy Twister went to the front door and opened it. Sure enough, there stood Bulk Biceps in all his glory. Dizzy Twister couldn't help but stare at him for a moment, he really did look attractive.
Bulk Biceps, seemingly unaware of Dizzy Twister's stare simply cleared his throat and said "I'm here for my brother. Is he around?"
"Of course he is, he should be coming down in just a minute," Dizzy Twister replied, and sure enough, as soon as those words escaped her mouth, Featherweight came running down the stairs.
"Hey big brother! I had a wonderful time!" Featherweight said happily.
"I'm sure you did, little brother," Bulk Biceps said with a smile. He had not been told the specifics, largely because he figured it wasn't his place to know "Now come on, we'd better get going. It will be dark soon, and you know how Mom and Dad feel about you staying out past dark."
"Goodbye, Miss. Twister, I really enjoyed this playdate!" Featherweight called, as he and his brother headed home "We should do this again sometime!"
"We'll have to see what your parents think, before we make any arrangements." Dizzy Twister said, chuckling slight;y, and she waved to Featherweight and Bulk Biceps until they were out of sight.
"So, how did you like your first playdate, my little Wonderbolt?" Dizzy Twister asked her daughter, as she tucked her into bed that night.
"It was… nice, I guess." Scootaloo replied, her voice muffled behind the pacifier.
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it," Dizzy Twister said, kissing her daughter on the cheek "Remember, we can stop doing this at any point if it makes you feel uncomfortable."
"I'll keep that in mind, goodnight, Mom." Scootaloo called, as she closed her eyes, and concentrated on the rhythmic sucking of her pacifier.
"Goodnight, my little Crinkleloo." Dizzy Twister said with a motherly smile.
"Mom, please don't call me that." Scootaloo complained lightly, despite everything she had done, she still didn't feel comfortable with the nickname.
"If that is what you want, Scootaloo." Dizzy Twister replied, as she turned out the light, and shut the door.